What Really Happened to Voldemort
*disclaimer*-I don't own Harry Potter (so don't sue me!). I wrote the story because (flag starts waving in background with patriotic music playing) I believe that all who are labeled "evil" are not. They were put on this earth to give some excitement (I mean really, without evil, what a bore the earth would be!) Well, enjoy the read.
The story starts off with Snape teaching his potions class, much to the dismay of the Gryffindors.
"Class, today we will conjure a Fortyures potion. This potion will allow you to, well, you'll find out when you sample some, I'll just hold you in suspense. I love this job." Snape sneered.
"I thought he wanted the Defense Against the Dark Arts job," whispered Harry to his friend Ron.
"I heard that, Potter!" Snape yelled, making them jump. ("That'll be 200,000 points from Gryffindor! (Lights flicker) Mwahahahhahaha! Ehem, sorry, got carried away there. Anyway..")
"20 points from Gryffindor," he said. Harry and Ron groaned.
The door opened. Nearly half the girls in room did the put-the-back-of- their-hand-on-their-forhead-while-flashing-their-eyelashes-making-an-"Awww"- noise-and-collasping-on-the-ground move. Snape rolled his eyes. A dark- haired, hazel-eyed man strode through the room up to Snape's desk, grinning intently.
"Hello Serveus, may I have a word with you? Outside?" the man said motioning his head toward the door. Snape eyed the man suspiciously, nodded, followed him out of the room, and closed the door behind him.
"What was that about?" One Gryffindor asked.
"I don't know, but let's find out!" Ron said.
Soon everyone was scrambling and climbing on top of each other to get their ear on the door. Harry grabbed a Slytherin by the shoulder and thrust him backward.
The man outside drooped to his knees in a praying position. "Please, please, help me!"
"This isn't a mass service," Snape said coolly. Then there was muffled cries and something that sounded like this. BAM! "Ouch!" "VIP comn' through!" POW! BANG! CRACK! "OW!" "Look, Weasly's out cold!" BAM! "Ouch!" "AAAHHH!" "Woops, sorry Hermione!" BANG! CRACK! "The pain! Oh, the pain!"
"Did you hear that?" Snape asked.
"AAAAAAHHHHH! Professor Snape's coming! Run! Somebody grab Weasly!" Snape opened the door to find all twenty-two students sitting upright in the chairs with innocent smiles on the faces. All save one. Ron was so-to-speak "sleeping" on his desk.
"15 points from Gryffindor, for sleeping during class, Weasly," muttered Snape.
"Which one?" piped up Fred and George in unison.
"Why are you two even in my class?" questioned Snape.
"Who would want to be in Professor Trelawney's class?" Fred said, grinning stupidly.
"Good point. You can stay, but 25 points for Gryffindor for skipping." Snape said as he walked back out the door.
"Serveus, let's talk where no one, or extendable ears can hear us," said the man. He then waved his wand saying Freezealbinious. Snape looked around noticing the silent, still environment they were in.
"Man, you've got to teach me how to do that!" Snape said. "I've always wanted to know how to freeze time. But on a different note, Voldemort, (yes, Voldemort) what do you want."
"You've got to help me clear my name!" "What?!" "You heard me, you know I never did anything wrong" "No, I don't." "*sigh*, I thought after being one of my most loyal followers, until now, you would know this already! It all started on that fateful night 16 years ago. I went over to the Potter's house to wish the couple a happy Halloween, when I saw the one-year-old-Harry get hold of his mother's wand. And you know what baby + mother's wand = don't you?"
"No"
"A horrible, horrible mess! First he blew up the kitchen, Lily, James, and I ran for it. Then young Harry blew up the living room, us still running. James tried to grab the wand away from Harry, but Lily and I knew this was not a good idea and yet again, we ran. James tried to disarm Harry with the Expelliarmus charm, but Harry was babbling (as normal babies do), not knowing what he was doing; sending colorful streams of light everywhere, even at his father. James yelled for Lily and I to run for it, before seven streams of light, each a different color of the rainbow, hit him square in the chest. Lily screamed "James!" And we ran for it...again. Once more, Harry started babbling, sending more rainbow-colored streams of light around the house. I had finally had enough. Harry had killed one of my friends, but he wouldn't kill another. I took out my wand and tried to deflect a stream of light headed straight for Lily, but missed and hit young Harry in the forehead, giving him a lighting-shaped scar. The stream of light I had failed to block hit Lily and killed her. "Bad Harry! Bad!" I scolded. Harry responded by sending more streams of light around the hallway. Then I had an idea that I should have used to get the wand in the first place. Or at least have gotten Lily and James out of there. I apparrated behind Harry and snatched the wand from him. He cried. Then I thought of young Harry's life. He had no father or mother, and he'd probably be sent to Azkaban, even though he was just a baby and didn't know what he was doing. So I decided to take the blame. I would make it look like I murdered the Potters. I would make people think that James tried to hold me off to give Lily and Harry time to escape. Then I would make it look like I killed James, and Lily refused to move from being in front of Harry, so I would kill her. Finally I would make it look like Lily's sacrifice counter affected my spell on Harry and hit me instead, and in the process giving Harry that scar. I blew up the house and apparrated to Siruis's house (we were good friends with the Potters), knowing what I did would make me look like a criminal. Then I had to go with the flow. So I started to create death-eaters. Isn't that a cool name? Actually, now that I think about it, it doesn't make sense. How could you eat death? Does that mean you would have no death (because it was eaten) and live forever? Now that every one thought I was evil, I had to look evil. I mean, do you think I want to wear a white mask and annoying contacts to make my eyes look red? Anyway, my "possy" and I never killed anyone, as you know. We just took the blame for other people's murders. You know that junk about the Sorcerers stone? Quirrel tried to take it and I possessed him so I could stop him. I was glad that Harry showed up, now I could explain what happened all those years ago, but then he tried to kill me! What was I supposed to do, let him? I had to defend myself, I only distracted him, I never hit him, I wanted a chance to get away.
"What about the Chamber of Secrets?"
"I can't control my past. Really, do you think I can stop him from just popping out of a book and wreaking havoc with some bloody snake?"
"That was you wasn't it?"
"THAT WAS MY PAST! The snake was the one doing everything! I can't control a huge snake! Are you crazy?
"Apparently," Snape said. "What about Sirius Black trying to murder Peter, because he handed the Potter's over to you?" Snape asked.
"He wasn't chasing Peter over Lily and James, Serveus. He was trying to kill Peter for all the murders he did before that."
"Before?" Snape asked.
"Yes, Serveus, before!" Voldemort said. "Who do you think was doing all those murders before Lily and James died and was saying spreading the word that Voldemort did it? I wasn't Voldemort until after Harry's parents died. Peter called himself Voldemort until then." Snape just stood there, dumbfounded. "I just decided to take the title of Voldemort once Harry's parents died so that people would think that the Voldemort that killed lots of people was the same person that killed Harry's parents and met his downfall there. I was kind of tired of pretending to be a spirit so I hired a shockingly intelligent baby to cover for me in front of Harry. I powdered up his face to look like mine and gave him red contact lenses. There was a hole in the bottom of a cauldron and it led into the ground. Once Peter lowered the baby he fell through the hole and I caught him, the raised out of the cauldron."
"Why do you have Peter as a servant if he is evil?" Snape asked.
"It boosts my character." Voldemort said.
A/N- What will happen next? Should Snape help Voldemort? Should he not? Tell us in your review. TELL US!
*disclaimer*-I don't own Harry Potter (so don't sue me!). I wrote the story because (flag starts waving in background with patriotic music playing) I believe that all who are labeled "evil" are not. They were put on this earth to give some excitement (I mean really, without evil, what a bore the earth would be!) Well, enjoy the read.
The story starts off with Snape teaching his potions class, much to the dismay of the Gryffindors.
"Class, today we will conjure a Fortyures potion. This potion will allow you to, well, you'll find out when you sample some, I'll just hold you in suspense. I love this job." Snape sneered.
"I thought he wanted the Defense Against the Dark Arts job," whispered Harry to his friend Ron.
"I heard that, Potter!" Snape yelled, making them jump. ("That'll be 200,000 points from Gryffindor! (Lights flicker) Mwahahahhahaha! Ehem, sorry, got carried away there. Anyway..")
"20 points from Gryffindor," he said. Harry and Ron groaned.
The door opened. Nearly half the girls in room did the put-the-back-of- their-hand-on-their-forhead-while-flashing-their-eyelashes-making-an-"Awww"- noise-and-collasping-on-the-ground move. Snape rolled his eyes. A dark- haired, hazel-eyed man strode through the room up to Snape's desk, grinning intently.
"Hello Serveus, may I have a word with you? Outside?" the man said motioning his head toward the door. Snape eyed the man suspiciously, nodded, followed him out of the room, and closed the door behind him.
"What was that about?" One Gryffindor asked.
"I don't know, but let's find out!" Ron said.
Soon everyone was scrambling and climbing on top of each other to get their ear on the door. Harry grabbed a Slytherin by the shoulder and thrust him backward.
The man outside drooped to his knees in a praying position. "Please, please, help me!"
"This isn't a mass service," Snape said coolly. Then there was muffled cries and something that sounded like this. BAM! "Ouch!" "VIP comn' through!" POW! BANG! CRACK! "OW!" "Look, Weasly's out cold!" BAM! "Ouch!" "AAAHHH!" "Woops, sorry Hermione!" BANG! CRACK! "The pain! Oh, the pain!"
"Did you hear that?" Snape asked.
"AAAAAAHHHHH! Professor Snape's coming! Run! Somebody grab Weasly!" Snape opened the door to find all twenty-two students sitting upright in the chairs with innocent smiles on the faces. All save one. Ron was so-to-speak "sleeping" on his desk.
"15 points from Gryffindor, for sleeping during class, Weasly," muttered Snape.
"Which one?" piped up Fred and George in unison.
"Why are you two even in my class?" questioned Snape.
"Who would want to be in Professor Trelawney's class?" Fred said, grinning stupidly.
"Good point. You can stay, but 25 points for Gryffindor for skipping." Snape said as he walked back out the door.
"Serveus, let's talk where no one, or extendable ears can hear us," said the man. He then waved his wand saying Freezealbinious. Snape looked around noticing the silent, still environment they were in.
"Man, you've got to teach me how to do that!" Snape said. "I've always wanted to know how to freeze time. But on a different note, Voldemort, (yes, Voldemort) what do you want."
"You've got to help me clear my name!" "What?!" "You heard me, you know I never did anything wrong" "No, I don't." "*sigh*, I thought after being one of my most loyal followers, until now, you would know this already! It all started on that fateful night 16 years ago. I went over to the Potter's house to wish the couple a happy Halloween, when I saw the one-year-old-Harry get hold of his mother's wand. And you know what baby + mother's wand = don't you?"
"No"
"A horrible, horrible mess! First he blew up the kitchen, Lily, James, and I ran for it. Then young Harry blew up the living room, us still running. James tried to grab the wand away from Harry, but Lily and I knew this was not a good idea and yet again, we ran. James tried to disarm Harry with the Expelliarmus charm, but Harry was babbling (as normal babies do), not knowing what he was doing; sending colorful streams of light everywhere, even at his father. James yelled for Lily and I to run for it, before seven streams of light, each a different color of the rainbow, hit him square in the chest. Lily screamed "James!" And we ran for it...again. Once more, Harry started babbling, sending more rainbow-colored streams of light around the house. I had finally had enough. Harry had killed one of my friends, but he wouldn't kill another. I took out my wand and tried to deflect a stream of light headed straight for Lily, but missed and hit young Harry in the forehead, giving him a lighting-shaped scar. The stream of light I had failed to block hit Lily and killed her. "Bad Harry! Bad!" I scolded. Harry responded by sending more streams of light around the hallway. Then I had an idea that I should have used to get the wand in the first place. Or at least have gotten Lily and James out of there. I apparrated behind Harry and snatched the wand from him. He cried. Then I thought of young Harry's life. He had no father or mother, and he'd probably be sent to Azkaban, even though he was just a baby and didn't know what he was doing. So I decided to take the blame. I would make it look like I murdered the Potters. I would make people think that James tried to hold me off to give Lily and Harry time to escape. Then I would make it look like I killed James, and Lily refused to move from being in front of Harry, so I would kill her. Finally I would make it look like Lily's sacrifice counter affected my spell on Harry and hit me instead, and in the process giving Harry that scar. I blew up the house and apparrated to Siruis's house (we were good friends with the Potters), knowing what I did would make me look like a criminal. Then I had to go with the flow. So I started to create death-eaters. Isn't that a cool name? Actually, now that I think about it, it doesn't make sense. How could you eat death? Does that mean you would have no death (because it was eaten) and live forever? Now that every one thought I was evil, I had to look evil. I mean, do you think I want to wear a white mask and annoying contacts to make my eyes look red? Anyway, my "possy" and I never killed anyone, as you know. We just took the blame for other people's murders. You know that junk about the Sorcerers stone? Quirrel tried to take it and I possessed him so I could stop him. I was glad that Harry showed up, now I could explain what happened all those years ago, but then he tried to kill me! What was I supposed to do, let him? I had to defend myself, I only distracted him, I never hit him, I wanted a chance to get away.
"What about the Chamber of Secrets?"
"I can't control my past. Really, do you think I can stop him from just popping out of a book and wreaking havoc with some bloody snake?"
"That was you wasn't it?"
"THAT WAS MY PAST! The snake was the one doing everything! I can't control a huge snake! Are you crazy?
"Apparently," Snape said. "What about Sirius Black trying to murder Peter, because he handed the Potter's over to you?" Snape asked.
"He wasn't chasing Peter over Lily and James, Serveus. He was trying to kill Peter for all the murders he did before that."
"Before?" Snape asked.
"Yes, Serveus, before!" Voldemort said. "Who do you think was doing all those murders before Lily and James died and was saying spreading the word that Voldemort did it? I wasn't Voldemort until after Harry's parents died. Peter called himself Voldemort until then." Snape just stood there, dumbfounded. "I just decided to take the title of Voldemort once Harry's parents died so that people would think that the Voldemort that killed lots of people was the same person that killed Harry's parents and met his downfall there. I was kind of tired of pretending to be a spirit so I hired a shockingly intelligent baby to cover for me in front of Harry. I powdered up his face to look like mine and gave him red contact lenses. There was a hole in the bottom of a cauldron and it led into the ground. Once Peter lowered the baby he fell through the hole and I caught him, the raised out of the cauldron."
"Why do you have Peter as a servant if he is evil?" Snape asked.
"It boosts my character." Voldemort said.
A/N- What will happen next? Should Snape help Voldemort? Should he not? Tell us in your review. TELL US!