Tick, tick, tick. The sound of the clock ticking away the hope of the
wizarding race drove me to the brink of total insanity. The world was
crumbling before my eyes; actually, it was his eyes. the eyes of my mortal
enemy. My so-called equal, as those goddamn prophecies foretold. Prophecies
are a load of shit. They steered me in the wrong direction.
They made me believe there was hope left for the world, my world, and the world he wanted. Instead those damn prophecies were just one giant and sick joke. He had made them, to throw the light of track. He was willing to sacrifice all his followers, just to see the light prove it's own stupidity.
That's the kind of person voldemort is. In fact, I almost like the guy. Sure, he's killed countless people for the sake of it. Twisted mind, and an obsession with snakes. Poor guy isn't even related to the great bloody git slytherin. Locked away in an invisible room in the corner of nowhere by the dark lords base can do wonders.
I thought of things I would have never thought about if I were free. I some how traced the line of slytherins blood, and found voldemort was not in the line. I don't know how I did it. But I feel something growing inside of me. A strange new power. A snake coiling up ready to strike at my already stone heart.
If I unleashed the snake within, I don't know what would happen. In fact I don't even care. The wizzarding world had betrayed me and left me alone after a battle to be captured. And I still remained loyal to the light. They had some how feared that I would become the next dark lord at the way I battled.
Dark magic has been a great weapon. I tried to tell everyone, it's not the magic that's dark. But the intent of the spell. They wouldn't believe me. They figured it was to close to the great lords philosophy. "There is no good and evil, just those to weak to seek power".
I had found a power. The power was just begging to be released. But I knew I couldn't, if I did, I probably would be the next dark lord. The power was maddening. Though it won't make much of a change. I spent over 2 years locked in this room, tortured until the brink of death.
Not only physically. But mentally. The dark lord had made an even deeper connection to me when I was captured. I could now see, and hear what he is doing. Making me feel completely helpless. I felt every curse he sent towards an innocent child. It burned the inner depths of my soul with guilt. Knowing I had let the wizzarding world down. The only world that brought me in. but I shouldn't feel guilty. They had let me down also. They are no better than the dark lord.
They would leave the only person that wanted to help them most. To die on the battlefield and be captured by the number one person that brought him pain.
But I just want revenge. It's all I want. They deserve it. The light side, and the dark side.
(An: I feel like I'm drifting towards a star wars part of meh right now so don't mind it)
It was almost ironic. The boy, who saved them, quickly became the boy who betrayed them.
He felt a pang of anger course through him. The first emotion he has had in 1 year.
They condemned me to a place worse than the mighty prison its self. The condememed me to this place. Voldemorts castle. Inside of an invisible, sound proof. Walk through dome.
I could not be seen, but I could see. What voldemort seen, and what I saw. It was like tempting a fly to a bowl of fruit but there just happened to be a glass, nearly invisible glass.
The giant, creaky, wall opened up slowly. " Having fun yet Potter?" a cold drawling voice asked from behind him. " I might have a little more fun if you took these binds off of me, and maybe got me a drink or two" I said sarcastically. You'd think after 2 years I'd learn not to smart mouth back to them.
Perhaps I am insane after all. Or maybe it's just my stupid boldness showing its self again. "Curcio!" I heard him yell behind me. I didn't feel anything. I was numb to everything now. I am pretty much invulnerable to curses now, expect for the killing curse, I wonder if the green lantern is some how related to the curse? Yup. I've definitely gone insane.
" Might want to watch your mouth Potter, the Dark lord has asked me to inform you, that you have been given another chance to join our ranks" the death eater spoke.
Ideas rushed into my head. Why haven't I thought of this before? "Fine" The death eater looked at the back of my head with shocked eyes. " Wha.. what?" Honestly, followers of the dark lord my ass. You'd think they'd at least give them some education. Obviously whatever school they came from wasn't enough for them.
He released my binds. Still dumbfounded. What an idiot! The power within me surged again. This time it didn't fade. I grinned at him with a homicidal look. "Argh!!!!" he bellowed out but soon found he couldn't anymore as his tongue had imploded. He started choking on his own blood. His fingers started bending backwards along with his hands and continuing along his arms. The crunches of his bones and squishing sounds as his blood desperately tried to burst out of his arms soon filled the invisible room.
His face became death pale as he soon realized he was going to die. I grinned one more time as the rest of his body started folding up like his arms. He soon burst, as he made on large, floating, bloody piece of human flesh.
It dropped when I was satisfied with a sickening squish on the floor. Revenge was going to be sweet.
I laughed out maniacally into the room soon to be echoed into the forest and the compound as it broke the charms. I felt a surge of fear spark my scar but it only fueled my laughter. Voldemort knew, and he was afraid.
Yes!!! Hah! Mah first dark fic! Will get darker. And will get better! I'm trying to decide whether to put a shipper in this, if so it'll be a Harry Ginny, or a Harry Hermione. You pick as this continues! Thanks! Next chappie commin soon! Guaranteed a continuation to this!
They made me believe there was hope left for the world, my world, and the world he wanted. Instead those damn prophecies were just one giant and sick joke. He had made them, to throw the light of track. He was willing to sacrifice all his followers, just to see the light prove it's own stupidity.
That's the kind of person voldemort is. In fact, I almost like the guy. Sure, he's killed countless people for the sake of it. Twisted mind, and an obsession with snakes. Poor guy isn't even related to the great bloody git slytherin. Locked away in an invisible room in the corner of nowhere by the dark lords base can do wonders.
I thought of things I would have never thought about if I were free. I some how traced the line of slytherins blood, and found voldemort was not in the line. I don't know how I did it. But I feel something growing inside of me. A strange new power. A snake coiling up ready to strike at my already stone heart.
If I unleashed the snake within, I don't know what would happen. In fact I don't even care. The wizzarding world had betrayed me and left me alone after a battle to be captured. And I still remained loyal to the light. They had some how feared that I would become the next dark lord at the way I battled.
Dark magic has been a great weapon. I tried to tell everyone, it's not the magic that's dark. But the intent of the spell. They wouldn't believe me. They figured it was to close to the great lords philosophy. "There is no good and evil, just those to weak to seek power".
I had found a power. The power was just begging to be released. But I knew I couldn't, if I did, I probably would be the next dark lord. The power was maddening. Though it won't make much of a change. I spent over 2 years locked in this room, tortured until the brink of death.
Not only physically. But mentally. The dark lord had made an even deeper connection to me when I was captured. I could now see, and hear what he is doing. Making me feel completely helpless. I felt every curse he sent towards an innocent child. It burned the inner depths of my soul with guilt. Knowing I had let the wizzarding world down. The only world that brought me in. but I shouldn't feel guilty. They had let me down also. They are no better than the dark lord.
They would leave the only person that wanted to help them most. To die on the battlefield and be captured by the number one person that brought him pain.
But I just want revenge. It's all I want. They deserve it. The light side, and the dark side.
(An: I feel like I'm drifting towards a star wars part of meh right now so don't mind it)
It was almost ironic. The boy, who saved them, quickly became the boy who betrayed them.
He felt a pang of anger course through him. The first emotion he has had in 1 year.
They condemned me to a place worse than the mighty prison its self. The condememed me to this place. Voldemorts castle. Inside of an invisible, sound proof. Walk through dome.
I could not be seen, but I could see. What voldemort seen, and what I saw. It was like tempting a fly to a bowl of fruit but there just happened to be a glass, nearly invisible glass.
The giant, creaky, wall opened up slowly. " Having fun yet Potter?" a cold drawling voice asked from behind him. " I might have a little more fun if you took these binds off of me, and maybe got me a drink or two" I said sarcastically. You'd think after 2 years I'd learn not to smart mouth back to them.
Perhaps I am insane after all. Or maybe it's just my stupid boldness showing its self again. "Curcio!" I heard him yell behind me. I didn't feel anything. I was numb to everything now. I am pretty much invulnerable to curses now, expect for the killing curse, I wonder if the green lantern is some how related to the curse? Yup. I've definitely gone insane.
" Might want to watch your mouth Potter, the Dark lord has asked me to inform you, that you have been given another chance to join our ranks" the death eater spoke.
Ideas rushed into my head. Why haven't I thought of this before? "Fine" The death eater looked at the back of my head with shocked eyes. " Wha.. what?" Honestly, followers of the dark lord my ass. You'd think they'd at least give them some education. Obviously whatever school they came from wasn't enough for them.
He released my binds. Still dumbfounded. What an idiot! The power within me surged again. This time it didn't fade. I grinned at him with a homicidal look. "Argh!!!!" he bellowed out but soon found he couldn't anymore as his tongue had imploded. He started choking on his own blood. His fingers started bending backwards along with his hands and continuing along his arms. The crunches of his bones and squishing sounds as his blood desperately tried to burst out of his arms soon filled the invisible room.
His face became death pale as he soon realized he was going to die. I grinned one more time as the rest of his body started folding up like his arms. He soon burst, as he made on large, floating, bloody piece of human flesh.
It dropped when I was satisfied with a sickening squish on the floor. Revenge was going to be sweet.
I laughed out maniacally into the room soon to be echoed into the forest and the compound as it broke the charms. I felt a surge of fear spark my scar but it only fueled my laughter. Voldemort knew, and he was afraid.
Yes!!! Hah! Mah first dark fic! Will get darker. And will get better! I'm trying to decide whether to put a shipper in this, if so it'll be a Harry Ginny, or a Harry Hermione. You pick as this continues! Thanks! Next chappie commin soon! Guaranteed a continuation to this!