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Chapter 2
Lord Voldemort paced around in his private study. They had been searching for weeks but no trace of his precious offspring could be found. It was as if he had been taken by some unknown force. He knew that the attack on that fateful night had something to do with the old coot Dumbledore. His heart was filled with anguish and fear, and unrelenting ache of the loss he had faced, of a joy that he would have no chance to know. He had not even set his eyes on his child and yet he had been ripped away from him so cruelly. He mourned too the lost of his lovely Emy, longer be graced by her playful laughter and witty conversation.
When his troops had finally come across the battle ground, the fight was long past and the ground cold. A blood red moon had risen, reflecting the eminent bloodshed. A spy suspected as only his most loyal followers had known of his beloved and he trusted them with his life in addition of him being exceedingly well versed in legilimency and occlumency. The whole incident reeked of treachery and yet how it could have happened was a mystery. Even the route they had taken had not been the one they had initially planned on.
As days became months and months to years, he sank deeper into his misery and anger. His once pliable nature became hardened, crystallized by the lost of son and wife. When, before he was more than willing to slowly ease his plans along, now he was moving with a ferocity and viciousness that was previously not found in him. He would reach his goal by whatever means available. Revenge would be his. He left no stone unturned on dark art unexplored, burying himself deeper and deeper in ancient rituals of power and blood. No longer the charismatic leader he once was, but in his stead, a creature of great power and an iron fist; ruling by fear and living up to the evil that he had previously only been accused of yet not performed.
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A small child whimpered and shifted in his cot. He was around two years of age. He appeared to be having a nightmare of sorts. He opened his deep green eyes but did not cry. His guardian moved over to his side, hugging him and repeating soothing words. The young child clung to his guardian, clutching in his tiny fingers a single dark feather. Somehow its presence calmed him, whispering in unheard tones "Don't worry little one. I will always protect you."
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5 years later
"Evander, Evander, come here. I have something for you."
A little boy of about 5, bounded into the room, a mischievous smile gracing his lips.
"You got me a present, Ka-pa!" Kaspar smiled at him. "Yes", and he placed a small silver charm around the little boy's neck. "Now, Evander, you must always wear this as it will keep you safe because I won't always be there for you."
Evander took a look at the beautiful necklace, holding it in his chubby fingers. It was made of an unusual stone that glowed a dark green and when one looked into it. You could almost see another world within its smoky depths. "Wow, its beautiful. Thanks Ka-pa! But, don't worry I won't need it because I can protect myyyy-self and I'll take care of you too when I grow up!" he said earnestly, his bright green eyes sparkling merrily.
"Yes, you will" Kaspar acknowledged with a fond smile.
At times he felt that he was going soft. When he looked into those innocent emerald orbs he could never imagine ever leaving the youngling. He had become part of his pack. However, he could sense that their carefree days would soon be over and he would not always be there for his little Evan. Hence, he had gotten the necklace, a powerful protection charm which had been stored in his family vault for centuries.
These few years had been very good for him. He had been alone for so long that he had forgotten how it felt like to have someone to love and care for. Unknowingly, the young boy had sneaked into his heart and gained a foothold there. At times it felt like he had sired this child and not just picked him one night.
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Two bedtime stories and five reprimands later, Kaspar sat alone by the window gazing out at the night sky. He pondered over his young charge. At times, Evander showed a maturity beyond his years and sometimes he could even sense some of his power swirling beneath the surface, like a shell just waiting to crack. There was the time when he suddenly levitated his favourite stuffed dragon of the nursery shelf when he was frustrated that he couldn't reach it. It was just little bursts of magic like this which usually did not surface in one so young that suggested his unusual talent. He also seemed to have an uncanny ability to relate to nature. Animals seemed to trust him inherently and he seemed to understand them as well. Whenever they took walks in the forest near his home, they would usually be approached by any number of wild and even some dangerous animals moving along with them or sometimes coming up to sniff his hand as if paying tribute to the young child. Evander would just giggle and pat them as if he understood their actions.
He knew that Evan was different but he had only heard of such creatures once before. Their power had been of such magnitude that their existence had been shunned and eventually faded from memory becoming just a myth. Being almost 3 centuries old he had much knowledge under his shoulders and knew not to disbelieve all myths for many were born from real events, albeit twisted and altered the course of time and word of mouth.
He sighed. It was late, and the moon was out and he was getting a headache from thinking too much. It was time for him to hunt.
AN: Another chapter :) I'm going away for a week so the next update will be awhile but i've got it more or less planned out. I guess these first few chapters are more to just detail the background but please review and tell me what you think! Is my writing style alright? Am i dragging it on too much, should i speed it up?