The VPMWPV
Written by: Hoshihikari
Summary: This is the prequel, the first installment to the trilogy that will be centered and focused around "The Reign of Darkness." The story focuses on the life of the VPMWPV and the world as they see it. What really pushed them to become who they are? What caused them to do what they did? After all, no one is born evil, but may become this way because of their surroundings. Basically the following quote sums it all up, giving enough information to make its own statement and raise its own questions such as what really happened to drive the six people to take on the road into Darkness?
"We are all victims….Victims of this world. We were different from everyone else. We were special. Raised in a world unsuitable for us. We did not choose to be bitten, famous, genius nor did we choose to be orphans, disowned or abused. We were innocent, and helpless. The world never gave us a hand. It sat back and relaxed. From the very start, we were labeled as dangerous and hazardous to the world. This world did not understand us, let alone help us."
"This world is not made for us. It does not want us. It fears us, and our specialties. You ask us Albus….you dare ask us Why! Well I'll tell you! It's because of you and people like you! Why don't you look inside yourself? The answer is right in front of you!"
James Potter in "The Reign of Darkness"
Parings: original pairings of that time period
Note: "…." talk Italic thoughts/dreams /…/ Parseltongue Snake language underlinetext/letter/writings bold/italicslyrics from songs
Kamorie Thank you for the review! Yup, you're the first reviewer. Isn't that something? I got the email the same day I posted, that's a good sign. Thanks so much. It's actually pretty encouraging to know that people still are interested. Remember to update your stories to (especially Is it worth it? 2)
Mirai Diavolo: thank you! I'm glad you liked "RoD" That's what I thought. A prequel to explain things first, and maybe stimulate some things that could be answered in the sequel. The hard thing about just writing a sequel is that it ended with almost all of the 'good' people dead.
japanese-jew: Dumbledore did say Muggle orphanage. I knew that before I posted. I had to decide which would be better. It is just one of those alternations between fanfiction and the Rowling books. If this is a big problem, then do note that the whole timeline is off track, and does not follow in the order of the books. The events occur, but how they and when they occur is up to me to piece together. No, Nicolas Flamel does not beat children, but that doesn't mean other children won't beat him.
BlackFox84: thanks for the review! Glad you like it!
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Chapter 2Black"BOY! Get down here now!" a shrill voice screamed. There was a jumble of footsteps down the stair case. In an instant, a young boy no older then 6 joined his mother.
Whack! A belt flashed from nowhere and hit the new arrival, flat on his cheek, causing it to bruise and swell immediate. A series of apologies issued out from his mouth.
"Forgive me mother. Sorry. Sorry! I won't be late again." He massaged his cheek, feeling fresh blood tickle down his cheek. "I thought I would only finish up cleaning up the library as you ordered." He stuttered.
"and have you finished?"
"No. I finished but Kretcher, he ruined it again."
Whack! The belt came down again. "Lies! Lies won't get you anywhere BOY! Kretcher is the perfect house elf. He's worth more in this family then you ever will!"
"Yes, mother." The boy replied, before mumbling under his breath.
"and watch that attitude of yours. If you don't shape up, I'll sell you off to the Malfoys."
"I rather be there then here." Came out softly.
His mother waived the belt again and swung it down. It went half way before halting.
"That's enough Black." A voice filtered through. "I'm not here to watch you baby sit. Crucio!"
"Forgive me milord!" Mrs. Black screamed in agony. "I didn't mean it. Forgive me!" Slowly the curse ceased.
"So, this is your eldest son?" Grindlewald said, turning to the new arrival, staring at him coldly.
Mrs. Black pushed her son towards him. "Yes, that's Sirius. He's a pain in the neck."
Grindlewald stared down at the ragged, shaggy haired boy. "My lord." Sirius muttered softly. A smile crept over the Lord's mouth.
"Indeed?" he questioned. "Yes, I will watch out for him." A pause. "keep a firm eye on him, in fact." He then turned to the adults. "Shall we get down to business now?"
A second figure nodded.
"Regulas, take Bellatrix up and be a good host." She turned back to Sirius. "You, Boy, will finish cleaning."
"yes mother." Sirius replied, following the other two out.
"Lucius, Gregory, Vincent," the figure who had nodded before spoke up. "make yourselves at home."
When the kids left, Grindlewald began again. "now lets get down to business shall we?" The others nodded. "First thing up, Tom Riddle."
Sirius stormed out of his mother's presence, and headed towards the library. "Kretcher! Kretcher!" he screamed, seeing a bigger mess that had been left behind by the house elf. "Why you ungrateful house elf!" He picked up a book and staked it back onto the shelf. He continued grumbling to himself, taking one book at a time and staking it.
"Hey, need a hand?"
Sirius turned slightly to see his 4 year old brother standing at the doorway with Bella at his side. The two came up to him. Bella pulled him off the ladder he was standing on and into a crouch. Regulas took his place in staking the books.
"How's life Sirius?" Bella asked her cousin as she sat down next to him. She took a wet towel, wetted it at a water fountain before helping him wipe off his blood stained cheeks.
"Owe!" Sirius hissed as the water stung. His eyes narrowed at the pain. "Life's never been better." He replied after the initial sting had died down. "The usual. Ever since dad died, mother's been as nice as…" he didn't need to continue as the other two knew what he was talking about. "screaming her lungs out at me, being beaten trice a day, skipping meals…What could I say Bella, it's the best life I've gotten so far. At least better then when Dad was around." He shivered at that.
"Oh Sirius…" she whispered, sympathy written clearly in her eyes. "One day all this will be over. The pain, the suffering, the sorrow."
"Probably in a hundred life times!" came a retort from the door. The three looked up to see Malfoy and his buddies standing there.
"Beat it scumbag." Sirius sneered.
Lucius smirked. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Watch your mouth Black. You don't want another whipping"
Sirius growled outwardly. Bella held onto his arm, as he got ready to launch himself at the blond.
"Temper, temper." Malfoy sneered. He turned to Regulas. "Shall I call your mom? Your family lap dog is out of control again."
Before anyone knew it, Sirius launched himself on top of Malfoy. His fist came out of nowhere and he began pounding them onto flesh. His world was spinning and he barely realized what he was doing. All he knew was the boy in front of him was an eyesore, and needed to be killed immediately.
"Sirius! Sirius! No Sirius!" He could hear frantic screams from his cousin and brother. "You're killing him Sirius! Get off! Get off!"
"Crucio!" a deep, dark voice yelled. The spell hit Sirius' back and he rolled off of Malfoy. His world blurred as a ringing sound erupted in his ear. Intense pain surged through his body.
"Lucius! Lucius!" far away, he could hear Lucius' father screaming at his son.
A distant away, his mother was screaming at him as well. "Why you insolent ungrateful freak! How dare you pick a fight with the Malfoy's!"
Sirius' world was swirling uncontrollably. At last, he gave up and his world blacked around him.
"Cruico!" he winced as he woke up to that spell. His body involuntarily shuttered as the spell hit him.
"Awake?" a voice sneered.
Sirius slowly sat up. He looked around, blinked and his vision came to focus. He was still in the library, however there was only one other person in the room: the Dark Lord.
"You're an interesting person Black" Grindlewald commented. Sirius remained silent.
"Why did you attack Mr. Malfoy?"
"Do I need a reason?" came the bitter response.
The Dark Lord responded with another Crucio.
"He provoked me. Called me a lap dog for my mother." Black got out, screaming and withering in pain.
"and how is that bothersome? You are your mother's lap dog. You have been called and treated so by many. Why does it matter one more. You are lower then Kretcher, so I've heard."
"They will pay." Sirius began, his eyes darkening. "They will pay." He spoke again, louder and clearer this time. "One day," he murmured. "One day I will inflict back into this world, all the pain and suffering that it had caused me."
"Cruico!" rang out again. "and how do you expect to do that. You are lower then any creature I've laid eyes upon."
Sirius' breathed in slowly before retorting. "and yet you still do, Grindlewald!"
A series of hexes were immediately thrown at him. Sirius was too weak to move out of the way, earning him another set of pain.
Grindlewald rubbed his chin. Yes, this was indeed a very interesting fellow, unlike any other he had previously encounter. No one had been so stubborn to him, or showed any sign of defiance. No one as far as Grindlewald was concern had been born evil, but this young boy seemed tainted completely by in. Besides there was no one that Grindlewald knew, young or old who had been able to withstand consecutive pain and torture without breaking or snapping, and that was something the young Black did not seem close to doing.
"You know, if you don't stop hexing me, I swear one day you'll end up on that list as well." Black taunted.
Grindlewald immediately stop. "Very good. All you had to do was ask."
Slowly Sirius sat up, turning his aching head towards Grindlewald. "What do you want from me anyways?"
A smile crept over the Lord's face. "I have heard many tales of you, Black." He began. "Quite interesting and fascinating, to say the least."
"Of what?" Black retorted. "being a pain in the ass? Being the 'disowned, disobedient piece of filth, whose ungrateful of his mother's hospitality'?"
"How about this?" Grindlewald interrupted. "A power hungry tyrant, one who has already started devising the demise of this world. One who has his own grand army of my Death Eater's children, the next generation, within his grasp. All this under the shallow gaze of a helpless piece of filth, beaten tirelessly under his mother's reign."
Sirius' face immediately darkened. Slowly he stood up, whip the blood off his check with his hand and stared directly at the Dark Lord. "Then there is no need for pretense."
Grindlewald smirked as the figure rose before him and an older much more mature, darker looking boy was brought before him.
"Malfoy's a ring leader of his own gang." Black corrected softly. "and I of the other." Black's hands were behind his back, and he began pacing back and forth. "it is natural for deadly quarrels to arise." He spoke in a matter of fact tone. "Last year, Smith's death was my doing. The year before, Joan's was under my order. Still before that, was Wotton and Brown, Presly, Stevens….need I go on?"
Grindlewald shook his head, his eyes squinted in a calculating fashion.
"I can give you all that." He whispered.
Black stopped pacing, and once again turned to the Dark Lord, giving him his full attention.
"I can make you my protégé. After my death, the world that you've long sought and strived for will be yours."
A neutral expression was cast upon the young boy. Still with the help of Occlamency, he could tell the boy was debating.
"There are so many that qualify. I cannot meet up to your expectations, I will only disappoint you."
"I see greatness in you. I saw that power, the hunger for revenge written all over your face. You were like me when I was your age. The Dark Lord of that time offered me the same offer I am giving you. Look where I am now. You can be me, in merely a couple of decades."
"You are not afraid?" Black asked. "That, with my power, and force will be your downfall." To his surprise, the Dark Lord smiled.
"Yes, yes, now I like you even more. I look forward to that day." He replied. "You will be a worthy opponent."
"and you are not worried?"
"why should I? It is tradition itself for the protégé to challenge the Master in a final battle and succeeded. After all, that is how I have taken my Master's place, and how he had taken his, and how that one had taken the previous. It is the destined, honorable fall of a Dark Lord."
Black was silent.
"That is a long way ahead. Do not worry." Still, the Lord could feel the mind of the younger one working. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed the other. "Whether you like it or not, you will be my protégé."
Grasping and gripping and unwilling Sirius Black, the two left the office. Halfway through the hallway, Sirius' mother was approaching them.
"Dear God, forgive me milord." She began, seeing her lord hold up a kicking and screaming, protesting boy. "If he has done anything I…"
"He has done nothing more then become my protégé."
"Your pro---" she questioned, trailing off.
"Yes, my protégé."
"but milord, surely there is one better? Perhaps Regulas…"
"Sirius will do fine." Without saying anymore, the Dark Lord took Sirius and strolled out of Number 12 Grimmuld Place, leaving behind one very confused woman.
Sorry for the wait! It's been a while, I know. However, it was difficult to write Sirius, and by far, he would be the hardest to write. Hope you all enjoyed it! Read/Review!