Chapter 22
"Change"
He had seen her, felt her, smelt her, and yet he couldn't believe it. After al these years mourning her death, believing she was dead, she had come back. Voldemort couldn't believe that his Katrina was back.
Instead of meeting his followers at the muggle shopping mall, Voldemort returned to his hideout and told Wormtail to tell his followers that they would have to go on with the plan without him, that something more important came up.
He sat in a dark room, alone, in the corner, the only light coming from the window, old furniture like chairs and a mirror dotting it here and there. He was pondering over what he had just encountered. He closed his scarlet eyes, remembering seeing her face. Those cinnamon colored eyes, so full of fear, he winced at how he had grabbed her by the neck and caused her pain.
"You are such an idiot." he said to himself.
Minutes later, a huffing Wormtail apparated in the room. He looked around for his Lord, and winced as he saw those glowing scarlet eyes look at him.
"My-my Lord, the attack has b-been carried out. About a hundred muggles are d-dead sir." said Wormtail while getting on his knees.
Voldemort stepped out of his corner and walked over to Wormtail. A sneer crossed his snake-like mouth.
"Tell me Wormtail," he said, "do you know anything about that woman that hit me?"
Wormtail, busy kissing his Lord's robes, looked up in shock.
"Y-yes, My Lord." said Wormtail.
'Tell me everything you know." said Voldemort.
Wormtail sat on the old wooden floor and looked up at his Lord.
"W-well, she was my recent owner Ron Weasley's friend and Harry Potter's friend. Her name is Hermione Granger. She is very smart and resourceful and reads constantly. She has an annoying c-cat named Crookshanks. Oh, she's a mudblood." said Wormtail.
That last sentence rang through the dead air in the room.
"A mudblood?" asked the Dark Lord.
"Y-yes." said Wormtail.
Voldemort took in a deep breath. A mudblood, the very kind of people he despised, but this was not right. He knew Katrina had come back and that reincarnation involves a person being born to non-magical parents, but what would he do? It was very dream to destroy every muggle and mudblood and mudblood lover, but could he or would he destroy the only person he ever loved and still does love? Could he love her when she was friends with Potter, the very boy he hated with a passion and wished to destroy more than anything else in the world.
He was deep in his thoughts when the door of the room flung open. Lucius Malfoy came charging in, his pale face flushed red.
"My Lord, what is the problem? Why didn't you show up at the attack?" Malfoy asked.
The Dark Lord starred at Malfoy.
"I had come across a most shocking discovery." said Voldemort.
Malfoy's steel blue eyes searched his Lord's face.
"Of what, my Lord?" Malfoy asked.
Voldemort paced the room.
"I was on my way to the attack when I was struck by that foul muggle object called a car. I was angry and was going to kill my striker who came out to see if they had killed me when I saw who it was, the very person I had spent many years thinking of. I thought she was dead, but no, she is very much alive, alive and young, but a different person with a new past and different identity. Wormtail just informed me of a prophecy of her." said Voldemort.
Lucius starred at his Lord, thinking he had gone mad. How could he be talking of such things, of such nonsense?
"My Lord, of whom are we talking about?" Malfoy asked in his cool, calm voice.
Voldemort stopped pacing the room and starred at Malfoy.
"Katrina." he said.
Malfoy starred at his Lord.
"But she is dead, my Lord. I saw he fall into the river. I dragged her body from the river." said Malfoy.
"Yes, she did die then, but now she is back." said Voldemort. "She is back. Her name is Hermione Granger.
Malfoy's eye twitched and he let out a cold, dry laugh.
"But my Lord, I know who are talking of, and will agree she resembles Katrina, but she is a mudblood, a filthy little bitch." spat Malfoy.
Voldemort's eyes blaze with fire. Malfoy saw the change and smile mentally to himself. His Lord was much more powerful when angered.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that or talk about her like that. She is the one. Her blood may be that of mudbloods, but her soul is more powerful than blood. You know what kind of powers she possessed." hissed Voldemort.
He felt his cold heart warm up a bit from thinking about her, about them being together again, and he suddenly felt an awful pain. He backed up into his corner and clutched his face. It hurt so badly, like knives slicing through his skin.
He felt his body change. He crouched in the corner and waited, waited for what was happening to him to stop. Then it did. Gone was the slicing pain in his face and body. He had his hands over his face. Lucius and Wormtail were walking over to him. Voldemort lowered his hands. Malfoy and Wormtail stopped dead in their tracks and starred, in both shock and horror, at their Lord. Voldemort saw their faces, full of shock and horror, and stood up.
"What is your problem?" he hissed at them.
Lucius and Wormtail just stood there.
"M-my Lord." whispered Wormtail, pointing to the mirror near the door. As Voldemort walked toward the mirror, a torch on the wall flicker on, casting a warm, soft orange glow in the dark room. Voldemort walked up to the mirror and gasped.
A pair of emerald green eyes were starring back at him. He looked at the handsome face in the mirror, observing the nicely chiseled features of the face. Voldemort touched his face, realizing the figure in the mirror touched its face as well. It was his face. He ran his fingers through the neat, soft ebony hair that crowned his head. His nose, perfect for his face, was no longer snake-like. His skin, still a bit pale, had recovered an earthly glow. His thin body was no longer thin, but toned. He looked just like he did when he was younger, handsome and wonderful.
"I look like my old self." he said, touching the mirror with his finger.
Malfoy shook his head. His Lord was no longer a scary person, but a schoolboy with a schoolboy crush. He knew he must do something so his Lord would not become soft and weak because of some woman. Wormtail just gawked at Voldemort.
"M-my Lord, what has happened to you?" he asked.
Voldemort spun around, his emerald eyes glowing softly.
"It seems my old charms have returned." he said.
"Change"
He had seen her, felt her, smelt her, and yet he couldn't believe it. After al these years mourning her death, believing she was dead, she had come back. Voldemort couldn't believe that his Katrina was back.
Instead of meeting his followers at the muggle shopping mall, Voldemort returned to his hideout and told Wormtail to tell his followers that they would have to go on with the plan without him, that something more important came up.
He sat in a dark room, alone, in the corner, the only light coming from the window, old furniture like chairs and a mirror dotting it here and there. He was pondering over what he had just encountered. He closed his scarlet eyes, remembering seeing her face. Those cinnamon colored eyes, so full of fear, he winced at how he had grabbed her by the neck and caused her pain.
"You are such an idiot." he said to himself.
Minutes later, a huffing Wormtail apparated in the room. He looked around for his Lord, and winced as he saw those glowing scarlet eyes look at him.
"My-my Lord, the attack has b-been carried out. About a hundred muggles are d-dead sir." said Wormtail while getting on his knees.
Voldemort stepped out of his corner and walked over to Wormtail. A sneer crossed his snake-like mouth.
"Tell me Wormtail," he said, "do you know anything about that woman that hit me?"
Wormtail, busy kissing his Lord's robes, looked up in shock.
"Y-yes, My Lord." said Wormtail.
'Tell me everything you know." said Voldemort.
Wormtail sat on the old wooden floor and looked up at his Lord.
"W-well, she was my recent owner Ron Weasley's friend and Harry Potter's friend. Her name is Hermione Granger. She is very smart and resourceful and reads constantly. She has an annoying c-cat named Crookshanks. Oh, she's a mudblood." said Wormtail.
That last sentence rang through the dead air in the room.
"A mudblood?" asked the Dark Lord.
"Y-yes." said Wormtail.
Voldemort took in a deep breath. A mudblood, the very kind of people he despised, but this was not right. He knew Katrina had come back and that reincarnation involves a person being born to non-magical parents, but what would he do? It was very dream to destroy every muggle and mudblood and mudblood lover, but could he or would he destroy the only person he ever loved and still does love? Could he love her when she was friends with Potter, the very boy he hated with a passion and wished to destroy more than anything else in the world.
He was deep in his thoughts when the door of the room flung open. Lucius Malfoy came charging in, his pale face flushed red.
"My Lord, what is the problem? Why didn't you show up at the attack?" Malfoy asked.
The Dark Lord starred at Malfoy.
"I had come across a most shocking discovery." said Voldemort.
Malfoy's steel blue eyes searched his Lord's face.
"Of what, my Lord?" Malfoy asked.
Voldemort paced the room.
"I was on my way to the attack when I was struck by that foul muggle object called a car. I was angry and was going to kill my striker who came out to see if they had killed me when I saw who it was, the very person I had spent many years thinking of. I thought she was dead, but no, she is very much alive, alive and young, but a different person with a new past and different identity. Wormtail just informed me of a prophecy of her." said Voldemort.
Lucius starred at his Lord, thinking he had gone mad. How could he be talking of such things, of such nonsense?
"My Lord, of whom are we talking about?" Malfoy asked in his cool, calm voice.
Voldemort stopped pacing the room and starred at Malfoy.
"Katrina." he said.
Malfoy starred at his Lord.
"But she is dead, my Lord. I saw he fall into the river. I dragged her body from the river." said Malfoy.
"Yes, she did die then, but now she is back." said Voldemort. "She is back. Her name is Hermione Granger.
Malfoy's eye twitched and he let out a cold, dry laugh.
"But my Lord, I know who are talking of, and will agree she resembles Katrina, but she is a mudblood, a filthy little bitch." spat Malfoy.
Voldemort's eyes blaze with fire. Malfoy saw the change and smile mentally to himself. His Lord was much more powerful when angered.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that or talk about her like that. She is the one. Her blood may be that of mudbloods, but her soul is more powerful than blood. You know what kind of powers she possessed." hissed Voldemort.
He felt his cold heart warm up a bit from thinking about her, about them being together again, and he suddenly felt an awful pain. He backed up into his corner and clutched his face. It hurt so badly, like knives slicing through his skin.
He felt his body change. He crouched in the corner and waited, waited for what was happening to him to stop. Then it did. Gone was the slicing pain in his face and body. He had his hands over his face. Lucius and Wormtail were walking over to him. Voldemort lowered his hands. Malfoy and Wormtail stopped dead in their tracks and starred, in both shock and horror, at their Lord. Voldemort saw their faces, full of shock and horror, and stood up.
"What is your problem?" he hissed at them.
Lucius and Wormtail just stood there.
"M-my Lord." whispered Wormtail, pointing to the mirror near the door. As Voldemort walked toward the mirror, a torch on the wall flicker on, casting a warm, soft orange glow in the dark room. Voldemort walked up to the mirror and gasped.
A pair of emerald green eyes were starring back at him. He looked at the handsome face in the mirror, observing the nicely chiseled features of the face. Voldemort touched his face, realizing the figure in the mirror touched its face as well. It was his face. He ran his fingers through the neat, soft ebony hair that crowned his head. His nose, perfect for his face, was no longer snake-like. His skin, still a bit pale, had recovered an earthly glow. His thin body was no longer thin, but toned. He looked just like he did when he was younger, handsome and wonderful.
"I look like my old self." he said, touching the mirror with his finger.
Malfoy shook his head. His Lord was no longer a scary person, but a schoolboy with a schoolboy crush. He knew he must do something so his Lord would not become soft and weak because of some woman. Wormtail just gawked at Voldemort.
"M-my Lord, what has happened to you?" he asked.
Voldemort spun around, his emerald eyes glowing softly.
"It seems my old charms have returned." he said.