Disclaimer: Ido not own any of the characters or plot of the Harry Potter books, they belong to J.K. Rowling and Scholastic and all those people. I do not make any profit from this. (Disclaimer was thrown in because the lovely potterinu told me to.)

Her Future, Her Past, Her Eyes

By: Labraid

I killed them all, and I'm not sorry. I killed every last one of them, and you can never make me sorry. The family I'd been forced with: dead. The man who was supposed to be my mentor and protector: I killed him. My first and best friends: worm food. They knew and they did nothing about it, they knew my misery, that I wanted out, the knew and they did nothing about it, so when I finally cracked, when I lost all control, I killed every single one of them.

The swine of a man who was my uncle by marriage raped and abused me, made me his slave, almost since the time I could walk. They all knew, and they did nothing. They all knew, and when I went mad, I did my best to show them what I had been through, I tried my hardest to explain to them how it was their fault it had happened, how they deserved what they were getting now.

In the end they feared me more than Tom. They ran from me, and begged for forgiveness, which I wasn't going to give. They had had their chances at forgiveness, for years, so many times they could have taken me away from the torturous months when I had to be alone with my disgusting muggle family. I wasn't going to give them any forgiveness, not then, not ever, they couldn't make me do anything anymore, I was my own man. They had to pay the dues they owed, and I was just the man to make sure they did just that.

When I came into my full powers at seventeen, all of my rage sort of exploded. The muggles had all suddenly died of heart attacks, The sheer powerful rage rolling off of me had killed them, I think they were rather painful heart attacks too. If not, I'm bring their souls back from the dead soon, with help, and I'll send them into a hell I made for them all on my own, to live in for eternity.

I had taken weeks with the Weasleys, first I had hunted them all down, I wanted them to be together one last time, so I could make the elder of the family watch, as I defiled their only daughter. Then as I tortured her as I had been tortured. Then finally I had made them watch as I strangled her with her own pretty red hair. I did the same to each member of the family, always making the older ones left watch. I tried to make them understand how I had felt all those years when they could have helped me. They had all known, they had all known what happened to me but they had done nothing about it.

After that I had made quick work with the Grangers, I disemboweled Mr. Granger and played with the entrails a while before giving the Misses a nice big red shiny smile, then I made their daughter wear them as I used the Cruciatus on her for about an hour. She had lost her mind long before then, and I felt strong, I had lasted years with this type of torment, and it only took a couple hours and she was gone.

When I had came across Albus I completely lost my mind in rage. I can't remember what I did to him. After that, I simply went on a killing spree, I had nothing left to hold me back so I killed everyone who got in my way, be it Wizard, Muggle, or beast I killed them all. After three weeks of my rampage, of which I remember very little, Tom came to me and stopped me.

Tom Is my friend now. He never hid his motives towards me, and he left me with the muggles because at the time I had been his enemy, I forgave him for that, and he didn't even ask for my forgiveness, I think that's why I gave it to him all the more readily.

Soon after my rampage I got a list of who was left. Sibyll Trelawney, Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy were all curiously on the list. They were the only ones on the list that I wanted to see, the others were scum, and I'd probably kill them before they had a chance to get anywhere near me. Snape I no longer hated, he like Tom had never done anything terrible horrid to me, that could not be explained by reasonable, tolerable motives. Malfoy was much the same, plus he was pretty to look at.

Trelawney, I wanted to talk to. I thought she knew much more than she let on. I wanted her to be my personal diviner. I don't think she would object, it's the absolute best job she could get, considering, that most of the ministry was dead or in hiding, seeing as that had been one of the first places I'd seen fit to visit after my mind had flown the coop.

Oh yes, I know that I'm quite insane, that's ok, no one's going to dare question anything I ask of them, for fear that I might make them, too lose their minds. Everyone knows now that I'm quite good at it. The hat was right I should have been a Slytherin.

So I ordered Tom's men to bring me Trelawney, Snape, and Malfoy. Within the hour they were there. I gathered form the men's minds that Snape and Malfoy had already been in the stronghold, that It had only taken them time to find Trelawney. I also gathered that they all thought I had called them here to kill them, and they all thought I was stark-raving mad, which was of course true. They stood in a line, with about five feet between them. They all wore beautiful robes, anyone who came before me had to be dressed beautifully, I couldn't stand the drab and dreary black that Tom made his men wear around him, it was too depressing for me, and no one liked me when I was depressed.

"Don't be so frightened, my pretties, I'm not going to kill you," I told them in my dreamy voice, I know the total lack of emotion in it chilled them. It chilled me too, "Yet, at least."

I got off my throne, that was carved out of the floor of the great hall of Hogwarts, where I had killed many, many children. It was stained a deep brown red, with the blood I had spilt.

I was drawn to Draco first, because of how beautiful he was. I was going to ask Tom, I had to make this one mine. He would sit by my side all day, so I could stare at his beauty, day in and day out.

"Oh Draco, how beautiful you are!" I moaned in his ear. "I've always thought you were beautiful." I kissed him, and he didn't exactly comply, but that was ok, I knew how frightening I was. I laughed at his thoughts "No, beautiful, it's not an elaborate scheme for revenge. And I did loose my mind, it's amusing isn't it?"

"Yes, my lord, very amusing," He said quietly after I gave him a mental nudge.

"I like you Draco, you're staying here with me from now on." I told him. "Now be quiet and follow me." I said grabbing hold of his hand and pulling him alongside me, as, I moved on to Snape.

"You intrigue me." I said plainly. "You're staying until I figure you out." He tried to guard his mind from me, but I had gotten much better since he was my tutor back in fifth year. "Really, Severus, I like that." I stated about the thought that he was fervently trying to hide from me. "Yes you are definitely staying! Go sit over in that chair, see it, the one next to my throne? Yes that's the one, good, stay there, darling."

Finally, Draco's hand still in mine, I went to speak with Sibyll.

"Sibyll, Darling, tell me the whole prophesy won't you?" She was a good actress, I'll give her that, she tried to keep it up, but it failed after a few seconds. She took the huge glasses off, and took off the charm that kept her hair so wild. She also stood up straighter and changed a million little things about her facial expression, until she no longer looked like the loony professor who locked herself away in a tower, and more like a demanding, self assured witch. She could almost be mistaken for McGonagal's sister. That sent me into a fit of giggles. "I'm sorry, Sibyll, I had a funny thought."

"Quite alright, my lord."

"Well let's hear that prophesy shall we?"

"Yes, my lord." I had another giggle at my new title, sometimes it struck my funny bone so, to hear people calling me that. I then made a gesture for her to continue on. "I'll pick up where I left off last time then, my lord."

"Yes, yes," I said impatiently.

"But should either of the battling two, strike out the other,

Then a great and terrible alliance shall be made,

And he who did the marking, and he who was marked

Shall forever rule our plane." She said in her deep, raspy prophecy voice.

"I killed Longbottom didn't I?" I asked Draco. He nodded, "That explains it.

"Sibyll, you can stay here as my diviner. Or you can join Tom." She kneeled at once and pledged her allegiance to me, and made a blood oath to forever be my servant.

My business for the morning officially over, I mentally signaled Severus to get up and follow Draco and me. I brought Sibyll too, just for shits and giggles. I took them out of the main part of the castle and led them back into my wing, they followed complacent and docile, perfect little pets, and Draco looked so beautiful when he was worried I was taking him to be held in the dungeons.

"No, my pet, I told him, you're much to pretty for that. I wouldn't leave you to rot down in those musty dank dungeons. You, are staying with me forever. You are mine."

He's worried and I look to see why. Suddenly I understood. "Don't worry, love, I'm keeping him too." Another fleeting thought. "No not only as long as he intrigues me. You must be kept happy, your beauty relies on it." Then we're at the doors to my wing, I unlock them with a wave of my hand and I hurry them inside, remembering to lock the doors behind us.

Soon we are in my bedroom, which is quite large and has a fire place and sitting area along with several bookcases. The ceilings of the room are easily higher than those that were once in my alma mater's great hall, prettier too, if you asked me. On one wall there are two great bow windows, with ledges to sit on that could easily hold a bed, but were carpeted and strewn with pillows.

I closed the doors to the room and locked them for good measure.

"Sibyll, darling, you look tired, I know the prophecies take more energy than you remember, why don't you go take a nap on my bed?" She nodded, eyes drooping suddenly, and walked over to my bed which was on the wall adjacent to the windows and across from the fireplace.

Draco, Severus and I went to sit in the window closer to the fireplace. We sat for a few minutes in silence, lounging on the large cushions I was idly playing with Draco's fine hair when Severus asked, "If you don't mind my asking, my lord, why did you kill them all?" I stiffened, and he took this as sign that he had crossed the lines and braced himself for punishment.

"Stop being silly, Severus. I'm not angry with you. They deserved it, just trust the knowledge that they deserved it, maybe I'll tell you the whole story someday."

"Yes, my lord."

"How did you get so powerful, my lord?" Draco asks from where his head rests in my lap, it took a little encouraging to get him to trust me and himself enough for the intimacy.

"I was born with the ability to absorb the power of those I kill it seems." Severus looked scared shitless for a moment, and I already knew why with out prying, "I siphoned some into Tom, not near half of it, but it's bearable now, don't worry, Severus, I won't hurt you, I give you my word. No one will hurt you, not so long as I live, which it looks like it's going to be a very long time."

I suddenly found everything absolutely hilarious, this happens often, and broke out laughing hard. I could hear my own laughter, it was the laughter of an absolute maniac, that's me, I thought, The fucking nutcase, and it made me laugh harder. "My lord! My lord! What is it, what's so amusing?" The beautiful creature sitting so near to me asked, and all I could do was shake my head and keep laughing. It went on for what seemed like forever, it went away slowly getting quieter, until it's just silent chuckles and they were both scared.

"Sorry, boys, that happens sometimes," I tell them a smile still on my face, and persuade them to calm down a bit. Draco eventually settles back with his head in my lap. "My sanity and I are playing hide-and-go-seek" I tell Severus looking into his eyes. "He's the best fucking hider I've ever played with." His eyes just open a bit wider. Obviously, he doesn't find this as funny as I do.

This was getting boring. So I conjured some alcohol and gave it all to Severus, he liked to drink, so I wasn't going to stop him. I motioned for him to sit closer to me "Tell me about your childhood, Severus."

"My lord, if there's anything you wanted to know I'm sure you could find out on your own."

"True, but I want to hear you tell me."

"If you insist…" He looked uncertain.

"I do. now tell me."

"The most prominent thing I remember about my childhood was the utter reverence I held for my grandfather," He started and I let his voice wash over me. Severus had a handsome voice. I'd like to listen to it forever. I listened for hours as he told me everything about himself, his deepest childhood thoughts, and his fear of the man who lived under his bed when he was seven. Eventually, we ended up in the bed next to Sibyll, and she was awake and listening too. Severus was laying down his head in my lap, and Draco was leaning against my shoulder. Sibyll was sitting up against the headboard like I was. Severus stopped in his story telling to look at me.

"You're like a magnet to me, Harry," He paused thinking he might be punished for calling me by my name but when I said nothing he just stared up at me. "God I couldn't ever leave." He said.

"Me neither." Draco and Sibyll chorused.

"Good, I'm glad. I like you." I kissed each of my pets on the cheek then lay down in the bed to sleep. "Tell me a story Severus." He started talking again, and I let my thoughts float with the hero of his story.

We spent years in each other's presence. As Tom and I rebuilt the world as we saw fit, my three pets never left my side. Many thought us to be lovers, but we weren't, I just liked having them near me, and they in turn felt most comfortable with me, and each other. I was still insane and had my "episodes" as they were referred to, I never actually remember what happened at those time, but what I've gathered from my pets minds, that they are your average fits of insanity. I've never hurt one of them while in a fit of insane rage, I kept to many charms and shields on them, to keep myself from hurting them. They were usually the ones to pull me out of it, Tom usually helped them, but there had been occasions when they did it themselves.

Tom had never been an evil man, not really. He had been a visionary in his younger years, he had never wanted to kill all of the muggles. Most people had been scared of his tactics and had made up horrible lies about him though. Tom's ideas had been revolutionary and went against thousands of years of traditions, and everyone's being told there whole lives that This is the way things have always been, it is the ways it will always be, and no one can change it. Tom had seen things that could be changed for the better, he saw how to do it, and he did it, instead of talking about it. He had been ruthless at the beginning, and had used intimidation more than he should have, he admits to this. He also had a bit of a greedy heart, it's just the way he was, and he couldn't change it even if wanted to, but he did his best to keep it under control, but it did on a occasion get the best of him.

Tom had dreamt of a world where everything was done with the ease of magic, and the ingenious of the muggle. Muggles had never had magic, so had evolved brains that were much more brilliant that those of the wizards who were generally lazy, because they have magic to do everything for them. He wanted to unite our races. In his plan he also wanted to help rid the world of pollution by making all muggle, factories, cars and appliances run by magic. He wanted to change the world in a million ways, but his ideas were unheard of, almost blasphemy, and so the wizarding world made him out to be evil lord Voldemort, told their children horror stories about the nastiness he wrought upon our world. They named those who believed in his cause, and fought alongside him Deatheaters, to terrify people.

Then Sibyll had made her prediction. Severus had overheard her and taken his information to his lord. Tom, not wanting to die, had set out to kill me. Then he had died instead, luckily he had had his hocruxes and didn't actually die. He wanted revenge on the one who had nearly killed him. Wouldn't anyone? I didn't blame him for it, we have seen past our differences now.

Since then most of our time was alone among ourselves. There had been many nights when we had slept in the middle of a field that I loved in the middle of the South American rainforests, I kept my strongest shields up at all times, so we were perfectly safe. We would spend those nights staring at the brilliant stars and listen to Severus tell us stories he had read.

I had a small role in Tom's plan to get the world ordered under us. He liked very much a quote from the American president Theodore Roosevelt: "Speak softly, and carry a big stick." I was his "big stick," he only ever really needed me to scare people into listening to his softly spoke words. I was the most powerful man to ever live (which is, by the way, an understatement. My power is immeasurable and insurmountable, no one would ever be able to kill me. The only way I'd ever be leaving this plane would be by my own hand), and I was a lunatic as well, they had every right to be scared.

Over the years, I've felt my sanity slowly finding it's way home, but ever so slowly. I haven't had an episode in many, many years, and Severus is optimistic that it'll all return eventually, it will probably take decades for it all to come back, but I'm a bit saner than I was when I went on my rampage that nearly wiped out all of Europe.

During the beginning years my older pets seemed to de-age. They seemed to be trying to even out with Draco and I. Neither of which has aged a day since our first month together. I knew it was my magic that was doing it, that I controlled it on some unconscious level, but not one of us seemed to mind very much so I didn't bother trying to figure it out. We were going live forever, why not look young? I was going to live forever, and I had enough magic to keep them with me, so I would.

Sibyll divined many things for me, all of which came true. Draco was still beautiful, if not more so. And Severus still told a good story.

I sat on the sofa the living room of my wing, Severus lay with his back across my lap, and his head pillowed on my arm. He had an arm wrapped around my waist. Draco sat on the floor leaning against the couch and my leg. Sibyll was sitting sideways in her wide, squat chair, a large tome in her lap, probably something on Greek Myths, she's loved those stories ever since Severus told us the tale of Odysseus.

Tom sat in another chair facing me with a slight grin on his face and a tumbler of brandy in his hand. He was telling me all the news, who was to be killed, and who was to be cultivated, who was refusing his rule, and who accepted him with no problems. We are nearly finished taking over the world. It's been a slow affair because Tom wants to give everyone their equal chance to come willingly into the fold. We also had to contend with the fact that the majority of the people we were trying to take over had thought we were fairy tales until recently. None of it mattered to me really, I had my pets, and that was about all that mattered.

"Well that's all I have to say for today's business, except, I have a surprise for you, son," Tom always referred to me as son, I used to know why, but I'd forgotten.

He led us down to my throne room and told us that he'd be back in a moment. I sat in my throne and my pets all sat in their normal places, Draco on one side, and Syibll on the other, Severus standing behind my shoulder with his arms folded over his chest. Tom didn't come back, but a girl did come, and I knew that she was Tom's surprise.

She was a beautiful girl, almost as beautiful my Draco, if I had my way she might be staying with us too. She had chocolate brown hair that curled down past her waist and her eyes were an arresting shade of blue that was almost the color of denim. She also had a tattoo, it was of a thick navy-blue vine that curved up one side of he neck and over one cheek across her eye, it curved over forehead, and dipped back down onto the other cheek before branching out into several different directions, and there was a leaf spread across the cheek.

She flowed into the room, her gown billowing behind her, much in the way Severus's had in my school days. As soon as she was near enough for me to read her aura with out actually trying I gasped and heard each of my pets gasp too.

"Her future," From Sibyll.

"Her past," Whispered Severus.

"Her eyes," Draco told me.