Disclaimer - J.K Rowling is the official owner of all aspects relating to Harry Potter. I have merely used my own ideas and one of my own characters to create a story stemming from Rowling's genius. This story was created for my own personal enjoyment and I trust others will also receive some escape from reality by reading this.
This story was written for my dear friend, Death Eater Bella, who has used aspects from my story in her own entitled "Of Heirs and Horcruxes" - I am, as she refers to me, Lady Voldemort. She is the only reason I finished writing this story, so this is for her - she knows who she is!
Voldemort has always been my favourite character and this story is a tribute to him.
May we all find the true evilness within.
I would also like to note that this is not in Voldemort's perspective, it is from another person who was very "influential" in his life. Her name, you will eventually find out. She is a character of my own creation, and as you will find out, is very important in Voldemort's creation. I hope you enjoy.
When Fate Intervenes
Part One: Destinies Entwined.
Those livid, dangerous eyes pierced my soul as he came towards me. My heart quickened as his cold hand grasped my wrist, pulling me closer. With a graceful ease he threw me onto the silver and emerald velvet covers of the four-poster bed. I quickly wrapped the silk gown around my vulnerable figure as he approached. He lay beside me, placing his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.
"My darling, do not look at me such! We must all do things we do not like, and I am not asking you to like this. But if you wish to continue practicing your magic here, I require a small favour… or two." Slyly he eyed my body, sliding his hand over my thigh. I flinched at his touch but did not pull away.
"What is it you ask of me, my Lord?" I replied wryly.
"We are married, as was your parents' desire, and now I am a man who wishes to consecrate his marriage vows. My desire is for an heir to carry on the fading line of Slytherin." I knew this had been inevitable. My parents sold me for the glory of having ties with the famous Baron Slytherin. Had he not caught me brewing the sleeping potion I had been using on him since the day of our marriage, all would have been well. As long as I continued to please him, he would not hand me over to King's guards so I may burn at the stake, as he had said before,
"You are too lovely a creature to burn in the flames of hell. At least not until I have indulged myself."
Now the fear of burning at the stake was not what worried me. Even I was not willing to allow my families name to fall into the mud. But he was well aware of my plan, and I could do little to stop him. I watched him edge closer to me, his breath tickling my neck as I felt his lips touched my skin. My breath quickened involuntarily as his hands brushed aside my gown. A sudden cold hand on my exposed shoulder sent images of a completely different time spinning through my mind. Of masked figures with cloaks, pain and despair and an insufferable desire to discover that there is more to the world then what there seems.
My eyes opened wide to behold the sight of Voldemort before me, sweating and shaking much the same as I was. I sighed, unimpressed by his intrusion upon my dreams.
"Forgive me," He begged, cold sweat still clinging to his pale skin. "You seemed so discontent in sleep I feared unpleasant memories were plaguing you again." He sat down beside me, his breathing gradually becoming calmer.
"Dear Voldemort, you mean well, but I need to deal with the memories of my past alone. It is not all the glory of my Dark Rule. You do not need to be haunted by the past of a vampire, it will not help you understand any more than it has helped me."
"But understand what? Of the few glimpses I have had of your past, little has made sense to me."
"And let it remain so; there is not much sense to be made. You and I are two different people, one a vampire and one a wizard who has much ahead of him."
"You were mortal once," Voldemort persisted, "Is there nothing similar about our lives?"
I hesitated. He knew the answer. Of course we are similar. But I do not wish to be involved in creating another dark wizard whose sole desire is to rule the world. That was all he desired to know, how I came so close to ruling the entire world and to use that knowledge for his own purposes. All my life, from the moment of being turned into a vampire, I have watched death circle me like the predator it is. Having achieved all I could in life, I am content now to watch the world age. Glancing at Voldemort sitting beside me, I had visions of the Baron. They were very similar, both with pale skin, but such livid, dangerous eyes. Both he and I were abandoned by our parents, one way or another, and both had gained revenge for the injustices done to us. We both desired something far greater out of life, neither content with anything but the very best. He had come so far in his training since the first moment we met. He was arrogant and over-confident with his waning powers. Now he had become more powerful than he had ever envisioned and had developed a keener understand for the darkness of the world. Yet since the moment he had first invaded one of my memories to find the sight of thousands of people bowed down before me, he had persisted after how I had accomplished so much.
I watched him lean closer to me, his arm brushing against my leg; he was clearly aroused by the memory. I suddenly realised that we were in the room from my memory, on the same bed with very similar covers. Fear flickered in my eyes as I quickly rose and walked to the window, not wishing to relive the memory again.
"For a two thousand year-old vampire, you have retained so many human characteristics. At times I have forgotten you are immortal and beyond emotions." He whispered, pulling strands of onyx hair from my face as he passed behind.
"We all have our weaknesses. Emotions are mine." I turned my head from him as I felt cold steel scrape along my neck. Voldemort was behind me, holding a knife to my throat.
"I'm intrigued, what is it you are hoping to achieve?" I said calmly.
"I beg you, turn me into a vampire!" Passion flooded his voice. I sighed,
"You are not going to slit my throat, Voldemort. Who else will show you how to create horcruxes? But you know this will not kill me, nothing can."
"I do indeed. But I need you to take my request seriously." His grip on the knife slackened and I turned to face him. Our bodies were touching and I felt his pulse racing.
"I am taking you very seriously, and my answer is no." Releasing myself from his presence I left the room, but paused at the door as I heard Voldemort quickened pace on the stone floor. I re-entered the room and pointed at Voldemort who was about to throw himself on my desk, knife raised. His feet left the floor and he dropped the knife in surprise.
"Do not take your frustration out on my furniture." I walked slyly towards his helpless figure. His eyes were wide in disbelief as I lowered him at my feet. He landed awkwardly, his pride and dignity forgotten as he fell to his knees. He looked up at me longingly.
"There is too much of the Baron in your veins." I smirked, indicating for him to rise. Smiling coyly, my fingers brushed over his cheek and slid down his neck to his shoulder. He shivered at my touch. "You are a most remarkable creature, Lord Voldemort." My hand traced his shoulder blades as I passed behind him. Voldemort closed his eyes as my fingers caressed his skin.
"I cannot imagine how you must feel, knowing you are to spend eternity alone."
"No, you cannot. Eternity is mine and mine alone." I sneered. His eyes opened wide as he realised he was alone. I watched silently from the shadows as a smirk slowly spread across his lips,
"Patience, Voldemort, the time will come. Wait and you shall receive your well deserved glory, one way or another." He reminded himself, smiling and shaking his head as he slowly left the room.
"Well done, my dear Voldemort! You have created your first horcrux. Not as easy as you hoped?" I smiled knowingly as he collapsed to his knees in exhaustion.
"It was worth it." He looked at me with distant eyes. His occulmency had improved remarkably over the past few months; his current thoughts were impossible to read. Triumphantly he rose, although stumbling slightly as he regained his composure.
"I suggest you put that locket in an extremely safe place and get some rest." Voldemort nodded and placed the small gold locket that had once belonged to me around his neck. It had been a gift from the Baron on our wedding night, engraved with the insignia of Slytherin. I did not bother to ask how he had come to posses it. I paused to study the impact that the horcrux had had over his appearance. His skin had paled considerably and his eyes differed, as though a part of the colour had been removed. I remembered the first time I looked in the mirror after achieving my first one. I had been very surprised that a piece of soul could affect a person's appearance. But since being turned into a vampire, my appearance had been restored. My old horcruxes have since become worthless, although all are still intact.
"…I don't know what I would have done without you." Voldemort finished as I came out of my reminiscing.
"Oh I am sorry, Voldemort. I was lost in my own thoughts for a moment there. What is it you were saying?" He hesitated; clearly distressed that I had not been listening.
"It does not matter." He sighed, shaking his head as he vanished into the shadows of my castle walls. I laughed softly to myself as I stared into the light of the full moon directly overhead, distracted by the sounds of the forest around me. I glanced over at the dark mass lying on the grass. The hood of the cloak covered the face from my roaming eyes. It had taken me a long time to discern the perfect person for Voldemort to use in order to create his first horcrux, especially since he had already killed the one-person ideal for the cause. With a flick of my wrist the body vanished from sight. I knew Voldemort would be haunted with the images of his father's face for many nights now. I had deeply affected him by casting the images of his father onto that stranger. The malicious laughter still echoed in my mind, as I could not help but smile at the macabre situation I had pushed Voldemort into only moments ago. The problem with using the piece of soul from the real killing of his father was the fact it had happened so long ago that the soul had re-attached itself. He needed a fresh murder so that piece of soul would break loose again; the rest of the process was more an art form than actual magic. Voldemort had learned relatively quickly and hence had now ended his training. There was nothing left for me to teach him, he had adopted my dark arts methods faster than I could have hoped and is now ready to reveal his training to the world.
Silently I crept up the stairs to Voldemort's room with his wand in my hand. I pushed aside the heavy wooden door to behold his slender form lying motionless on the bed. In sleep he had lost his ability to guard my prying mind from his thoughts and I relished in the moment as my attention crept into his dreams. The lewd display that met my eyes shocked me deeply. The entire Ministry of Magic had bowed to Voldemort as he laughed maliciously while pulling a vision of myself closer to him. With an arm clutched around my waist he leant in towards this dream version of myself, making his intent very clear. I removed myself from the dream to find Voldemort's eyes on me.
"I am plagued with the same dream every night. Is this a vision of the future? Or merely my own personal desire?" He smirked, knowing very well the answer to his question. Without commenting I slipped his wand onto the bedside table.
"Your training is complete. You no longer have any dependence on your wand therefore you may have it back. Feel free to leave my home when you please." I commented stiffly, tiring of the emotions Voldemort's presence had begun to stir within me. When I looked into his eyes, I desired to have the world under my grasp again, a dream I know Voldemort possessed also, yet his desires for me were becoming more obvious by the day, but I knew he only lusted after my powers. Yet with him, it was possibly I could once again rule, even if it was beside someone. Silently I swept from the room as Voldemort tenderly picked up his wand and caressed it. As I opened my own door I heard a loud crack and found Voldemort standing directly before me. This deliberate invasion of my privacy was all I could stand. My desire to be alone once more was too strong for me to continue ignoring. Hiding my surprise, I gracefully sauntered around him as I collected my travelling cloak from the closet.
"May I ask where you are going?" Voldemort asked casually.
"You no longer need me, Voldemort, so my actions no longer concern you" I half smiled and half sneered as he desperately sought words he could not find. "Just do me one favour, when you plan on creating your next horcrux, allow me to be present."
"Why?" He asked curiously.
"Because I would feel better." I threw the cloak around my shoulders and tossed the hood over my head, casting my face in shadow. I left the room and glided down the stairs as Voldemort followed, clearly distressed at the prospect of my sudden departure. "You may remain here as long as you wish, but only you. No Death Eaters are to enter my home.' Voldemort nodded sullenly. Desperately trying to regain his voice.
"But why must you leave me, that is, here… your home?" He stuttered. I could not hold my laughter as he stood before the Castle doors, denying my exit. "Please reconsider! Have I done something to offend you?" He pleaded.
"No no, my dear Voldemort, you have not offended me…yet." I tilted my head and studied his expression. It was caught somewhere between dismayed and perplexed. Voldemort's presence in my castle had begun to affect me. The sight of him brought back the disturbing images from my mortal past again, memories I had spent hundreds of years trying to forget. I also feared that too much of my influence had rubbed off on him already. After nearly two thousand years, I was not ready to permit a younger, male version of myself to attempt to rule the world as I once tried, and briefly succeeded. It was a dream that belonged to me alone. As ambitious as Voldemort seemed, I did not see him capable of accomplishing that on his own, and he knew this. Gravely, I regarded him. I knew what he wanted from me, and he knew it was not something I was going to willingly give away.
"Voldemort, you try my patience. Your time in my presence has come to an end. There is nothing more I could teach."
"Could? Or willing?" He regretted his words the moment he saw my eyes flash red. Before he could react I had flung him backwards. He hit the doors hard, which flew open at the sudden impact. He landed a few feet away before skidding to a halt on the grass. He hazily raised his head to look pleadingly at me standing over him.
"Pray next time we meet, Voldemort, it be under better terms." His eyes widened as I vanished from his sight, leaving him alone in the large, empty clearing.
Months passed before Voldemort was to make contact with me again. I believe it was due to the fact he was fearful of my wrath after our last parting. But true to his word, before creating his next horcrux, he summoned me. I apparated beside him, smiling inwardly as he jumped at my arrival. Voldemort gracefully kissed my hand in greeting and the small group of Death Eaters fell to their knees at the sight of their Lord humbling before me.
"Ah Voldemort, still pursuing the impossible I see." I sneered, nodding to the bowed Death Eaters.
"They know greatness when they see it."
"Or is this another attempt to gain what you cannot have?" He looked at me, feigning confusion. "Do not look at me such! I know what your black heart desires." I smiled as his eyes darkened.
"Perhaps the Baron had a stronger influence than you thought?" My smile quickly faded. "We all must do things we do not like." Voldemort quoted, desire lighting his eyes.
"Am I here for any particular reason, other than to hear your pleas of old? The answer has not changed, nor will it." He laughed softly.
"Forgive me, I forget me place. Let us begin?"
"Yes, let us." My cynicism was ignored as Voldemort quickly dismissed the Death Eaters. They vanished into the shadows as he turned his attention to the man before us, tied to a tree with a cloak hood covering his face. I watched, bored, as Voldemort prepared himself. I strode forward, annoyance eating away my patience as I snatched the wand from his hand.
"You rely too much on this flimsy piece of wood!" I hissed in his ear as he stared at me with wide eyes. "Now get on with it!" He shrugged and obeyed, turning his full attention to the victim before him. I had no desire to watch, I knew he was more than capable of doing this on his own. I caught the flash out of the corner of my eye and watched the figure tied to the tree turn limp. Panting and sweating, Voldemort, having fallen to his knees, carefully raised himself to his feet and held before him a goblet. Uninterested, I clapped slowly, purposely mocking him and his performance before I tossed his wand on the ground before him.
"Well done, now if you'll excuse me…"
"Please, don't go." He whispered, grabbing my arm and pulling me forward. I rolled my eyes.
"You don't need my help anymore and you clearly have enough confidence to do this on your own." I sighed, longing to remove myself from his presence as I recalled his dream, which haunted me every now and then. I pictured myself standing beside him and saw thousands of wizards, witches and humans alike bowing before me. The temptation was grating on my mind, however I had tasted my victory many years before and knew that however much Voldemort believed it, two people capable of such a feat could never share that power. Just as I would never share my vampric powers with him, regardless of how many times he would ask. I glared into his eyes and frowned at the hunger in his soul.
"You bore me Voldemort." I turned and vanished into the night, faintly hearing his pleas for my return. I ignored him, not wanting to tempt him or myself anymore than I had to.