Chapter Thirteen:
"No, you can't see him yet. Not just yet." Voldemort paced the room. Rowena looked at him furiously.
"Let him go!" She screamed, the chandelier on the ceiling shook dangerously.
"Temper, temper. You are like Sirius. Make a tiny threat and all of a sudden he gets all fierce." Voldemort stopped in front of the fire. "I want to know something. From you, and only you." Voldemort looked at her. "How was Harry?"
Rowena couldn't have been more startled by the question. She was caught off guard. "What…..what do you mean, how was Harry?" She didn't like this.
"Was he sad, angry? He had to be something. I had just taken his precious god father away from him."
"What?"
"Do you really think I care if a weakling like Sirius Black dies? HA! I wanted something darker……much darker."
Rowena was starting to understand what he was getting at. "You…..you…."
"I wanted what anyone would want in my position! I wanted Harry to suffer!" His voice rose unnaturally at the end of the sentence. "I wanted him to be alone, alone like I was. No one in the world, and I was quite surprised that you came, I mean It wasn't even hard to get you here."
"No!" It was little more then a whisper. "Harry!" Rowena spun around for the door but Bellatrix was blocking it. She turned back to Voldemort. She lifted her finger at him "James, Lily….."
"I will admit that that was not my original plan. When he survived, survived with no one. It was like seeing me, no mother no father, come to think of it his aunt and uncle probably tortured him far worse then I ever could." Voldemort smiled.
"You knew about Petunia….."
"Oh come now, of course I knew, I am the Dark Lord! Give me some credit, you know credit were credit is due." He laughed. Rowena could have been stabbed in the back by Santa Claus and been less surprised, the Dark Lord Laughing. He was turning from some sick twisted killer to a bad guy from stories. It startled Rowena that she was terrified of this version like she had never been scared of the normal Voldemort!
"Harry is nothing like you!"
"Oh on the contrary, he is me! We share the same core," At this he lifted his wand. "No parents, no one. We are one. Only, no matter what happened, he hardly suffered! Not an ounce of pain! Is that fair? Well is it? I think not!"
He wasn't making any sense. This was the Dark Lord! Jealous of a boy's life! He continued before Rowena could formulate a plan.
"Then, Sirius escaped. Harry's beloved god father! They were close and that was when the thought hit me. Sirius is the key to the boy's pain! SO I took him, not to hard, couple of stumbles along the way," He shot a nasty look at Wormtail and the coward flinched. "But I got him, and just as I was about to finish him off, I get word you were realized! I mean that is horrid luck, I finally get Harry's last heart string and another pops up! So I got you and now the lovers shall die together in a fury of burned love!"