Behind Every Great Man is a Greater Woman
Chapter 1
Dear Promise
I know this will reach you as Fawkes never fails. Although many like to believe that you like Tom are dead or decaying somewhere know you better than that. I know I swore never to contact you but now I feel I have to. I am aware that Tom is alive and obviously rising again, on your orders or otherwise. The ministry however is happy ignoring all the proof I present him with and is in the papers I'm a dithering old fool, I expect you find that funny. I always prayed that after his downfall you were somewhere happy enjoying your life. I am to ask you a favour. If Tom is to try again on your orders then you know I am to ask you to stay away from me and not reply. If he is doing this without your consent then please do not join him. Whatever our differences in the past I still think about you often. Never forget. Albus
I read the letter through again. I knew Albus would not leave me forever and he still thinks of me, we were just of different beliefs but he knew about Tom which wasn't a good sign. Tom wasn't the only one who has been hiding all this time. It was easier for me though, most believed me to be a myth or a legend, except for those who had been loyal, those who faced Azkaban to keep the secret safe, too stay faithful and they alone will be rewarded by Tom. And Dumbledore knows of course, who knows what, will happen to him.
I detest Tom, I'll always detest him, he has this ridiculous obsession with being evil, and he fails to see that it is a weakness. I am the level above good and evil. If good and evil were man and wife I'd be the bed they slept, in the love that holds them together. I'll live forever, nothing can kill me and every hundred years or so I get bored. It's very difficult to watch king after king followed my minister after minister screw up the world you live in and not want to take control. I knew what I need to do to make it great, I needed to dictate the magical world, I'd take it by force. It wasn't long after I made this decision I met Tom, someone to do all the dirty work for me. He loved it, being feared by all, he even loved the killings. Except the last one.
He believes I set him up. It was a test more than anything. We were often arguing and he said he could carry on without me. "I don't need you Promise, I have strong followers, I can win the war alone." He shouted at me one night like an angry teenager. "Ok then Tom, you couldn't even wipe out a family. The potters for instance, you couldn't even kill the boy let alone Lily and James." I calmly replied and off he went.
I feel truly awful about that, I liked James, he was cheeky and cute, when I first met Albus I spent a lot of time at the school and spent hours planning pranks with James and Sirius, they both knew there was something strange about me, dark detectors would go crazy when I got too close to them and often my ideas for pranks were a bit too sinister for the Marauders. The only thing that bothered me about the school was the Slytherin house. I knew I was an ancestor of the founder Salazaar, his great grandmother or something I had two sons but their fathers insisted on bringing them up but they kept my name and although I had love for them it would be difficult for me to be a mother as eventually my children would grow older than me (my immortality and eternal youth cannot be passed genetically) but I discovered most people in the house wanted to be feared and evil just like Tom.
I wasn't like that at all but sometimes the evil in me rises and it's too much but whatever else I have done I never wanted to hurt Lily and James. I knew from Albus the baby was powerful I hoped Tom would go to him first, discover this one year old was an equal to him and come back feeling sorry and ashamed. I never imagined he'd start with Lily and James and then completely ruin all my hard work.
I need to thank the Potter boy one day, for giving me a break from him for a while. I want to apologise as well but what is done is done. I never had a family either. I never remember being a child I was just here one day. I just woke up on a rock and I existed, I don't have a mother or a father, a birthday or an age. I'll never grow old or die. Albus and I used to celebrate it though, the rock day. I remember it clearly. I awoke on this rock and just sat there for a while when I saw a beautiful purple snake so I picked it up. "Can you tell me where I am? Who I am even?" I asked it. "A parseltongue! That is what you are but I don't know who you are, does that mean something?" he replied looking at my ankle. I looked down and saw what is now called a tattoo. It said Promise and had a picture of a snake. "What type of snake are you?" I asked him "I'm a slytherin." He informed me, they're extinct now which is sad as they are so beautiful. Then I decided on a name, I needed something to call myself so Promise Slytherin I became. I lived through many centuries and discovered all sorts of powers I possessed not only was I a witch but I had extra talents, I could talk to snakes, I could levitate and make myself invisible, I also believed being able to apparate was a great talent until I found it wasn't that hard for others too, best of all I was Animagus, I could turn myself into a slytherin snake, I suppose technically I'm the only one left.
My thought is interrupted by an owl flying through my window. Once again I recognise the handwriting.
Promise I have risen again from the dead almost, Pettigrew returned to me and one of my questions is to ask why you did not? Though I'm assuming it was to either teach me a lesson or because your good side made you return to that mud blood loving fool. Whatever the reason I will win the war this time and stand by you in whatever you decide don't be so foolish as to not accept me back. Lord Voldemort
Now I have to make my decision. I got out some parchment and started to write.
Chapter 1
Dear Promise
I know this will reach you as Fawkes never fails. Although many like to believe that you like Tom are dead or decaying somewhere know you better than that. I know I swore never to contact you but now I feel I have to. I am aware that Tom is alive and obviously rising again, on your orders or otherwise. The ministry however is happy ignoring all the proof I present him with and is in the papers I'm a dithering old fool, I expect you find that funny. I always prayed that after his downfall you were somewhere happy enjoying your life. I am to ask you a favour. If Tom is to try again on your orders then you know I am to ask you to stay away from me and not reply. If he is doing this without your consent then please do not join him. Whatever our differences in the past I still think about you often. Never forget. Albus
I read the letter through again. I knew Albus would not leave me forever and he still thinks of me, we were just of different beliefs but he knew about Tom which wasn't a good sign. Tom wasn't the only one who has been hiding all this time. It was easier for me though, most believed me to be a myth or a legend, except for those who had been loyal, those who faced Azkaban to keep the secret safe, too stay faithful and they alone will be rewarded by Tom. And Dumbledore knows of course, who knows what, will happen to him.
I detest Tom, I'll always detest him, he has this ridiculous obsession with being evil, and he fails to see that it is a weakness. I am the level above good and evil. If good and evil were man and wife I'd be the bed they slept, in the love that holds them together. I'll live forever, nothing can kill me and every hundred years or so I get bored. It's very difficult to watch king after king followed my minister after minister screw up the world you live in and not want to take control. I knew what I need to do to make it great, I needed to dictate the magical world, I'd take it by force. It wasn't long after I made this decision I met Tom, someone to do all the dirty work for me. He loved it, being feared by all, he even loved the killings. Except the last one.
He believes I set him up. It was a test more than anything. We were often arguing and he said he could carry on without me. "I don't need you Promise, I have strong followers, I can win the war alone." He shouted at me one night like an angry teenager. "Ok then Tom, you couldn't even wipe out a family. The potters for instance, you couldn't even kill the boy let alone Lily and James." I calmly replied and off he went.
I feel truly awful about that, I liked James, he was cheeky and cute, when I first met Albus I spent a lot of time at the school and spent hours planning pranks with James and Sirius, they both knew there was something strange about me, dark detectors would go crazy when I got too close to them and often my ideas for pranks were a bit too sinister for the Marauders. The only thing that bothered me about the school was the Slytherin house. I knew I was an ancestor of the founder Salazaar, his great grandmother or something I had two sons but their fathers insisted on bringing them up but they kept my name and although I had love for them it would be difficult for me to be a mother as eventually my children would grow older than me (my immortality and eternal youth cannot be passed genetically) but I discovered most people in the house wanted to be feared and evil just like Tom.
I wasn't like that at all but sometimes the evil in me rises and it's too much but whatever else I have done I never wanted to hurt Lily and James. I knew from Albus the baby was powerful I hoped Tom would go to him first, discover this one year old was an equal to him and come back feeling sorry and ashamed. I never imagined he'd start with Lily and James and then completely ruin all my hard work.
I need to thank the Potter boy one day, for giving me a break from him for a while. I want to apologise as well but what is done is done. I never had a family either. I never remember being a child I was just here one day. I just woke up on a rock and I existed, I don't have a mother or a father, a birthday or an age. I'll never grow old or die. Albus and I used to celebrate it though, the rock day. I remember it clearly. I awoke on this rock and just sat there for a while when I saw a beautiful purple snake so I picked it up. "Can you tell me where I am? Who I am even?" I asked it. "A parseltongue! That is what you are but I don't know who you are, does that mean something?" he replied looking at my ankle. I looked down and saw what is now called a tattoo. It said Promise and had a picture of a snake. "What type of snake are you?" I asked him "I'm a slytherin." He informed me, they're extinct now which is sad as they are so beautiful. Then I decided on a name, I needed something to call myself so Promise Slytherin I became. I lived through many centuries and discovered all sorts of powers I possessed not only was I a witch but I had extra talents, I could talk to snakes, I could levitate and make myself invisible, I also believed being able to apparate was a great talent until I found it wasn't that hard for others too, best of all I was Animagus, I could turn myself into a slytherin snake, I suppose technically I'm the only one left.
My thought is interrupted by an owl flying through my window. Once again I recognise the handwriting.
Promise I have risen again from the dead almost, Pettigrew returned to me and one of my questions is to ask why you did not? Though I'm assuming it was to either teach me a lesson or because your good side made you return to that mud blood loving fool. Whatever the reason I will win the war this time and stand by you in whatever you decide don't be so foolish as to not accept me back. Lord Voldemort
Now I have to make my decision. I got out some parchment and started to write.