Title: Death of Sirimort

Author: uflesh940, Chaser 2 of the Appleby Arrows

QFLC Season 9 Round 10

Prompt: My OTP (Sirius Black x Voldemort) must break up within the story, due to one not supporting the dreams/goals of the other.

5. [object] key
10. [action] reading
14. [setting] St. Mungo's

Description: Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort, and his significant other, Lord Voldemort. A match made in heaven. See how it all goes wrong.

Lord Voldemort lay on the hospital bed at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, and halfheartedly read a newspaper about one of his more recent attacks. Those who were injured in his attack were already filtering into the hospital, and he was enjoying their pained screams from his private room. Suddenly, a key turned the lock, and the door opened. In walked Sirius Black.

"Sirius," exclaimed Voldemort joyfully, setting down his newspaper.

"Voldemort," said Sirius, smiling, as they embraced, and shared a brief kiss.

Sirius then turned more somber. "Are you okay?"

Voldemort smiled. "It's nothing. One of those ministry thugs managed to catch me with a blood boiling curse, but it wasn't very effective, because I removed most of my blood weeks ago through a ritual."

"A blood boiling - those mudbloods!" cried Sirius, outraged.

"It's fine!" said Voldemort, smile mostly fallen off his face.

"It isn't!" shouted Sirius. "What if they hit you with something more serious that a blood boiling curse, and a blood boiling curse is already something I wouldn't even want to think about hitting you? Please, Voldemort, isn't there anything you can do to reduce the risk somehow?"

"There isn't," said Voldemort, "attacking other wizards is a very risky endeavor in itself, and attacking muggles carries certain risks as well. I can't do much to reduce the risk without seeming like a coward or simply ending the attacks altogether."

"Can't you reduce the attacks or something? Voldemort," said Sirius, "I worry for you!"

"Sirius," said Voldemort, "there are around one hundred wizards for every muggle. If muggles all attacked wizards one day, each and every one of us would have to fight off and maybe kill one hundred muggles each. Now, consider that the statute of secrecy has been weakening significantly over the years. Did you know that there have been so many near breaches, that the ministry recently had to create a separate branch to deal with the incidents? They call themselves 'the obliviators', and I think that's good, but it's only a temporary measure at best. Each raid we go in, every muggle we kill, and we have one less muggle coming after us after the statute is breached. People don't like what we do but Sirius, the only reason that muggle populations haven't overwhelmed us already is because we constantly reduce their population."

"Voldemort…"

"I, Sirius, and only I, am the only thing keeping wizards from simply drowning from the sheer amount of muggles projected to arise from population growth. I can't stop, I need to keep going. And if I die? I can only hope my followers will have learned to enjoy killing muggles, and will keep doing so without my input. But Sirius, this needs constant attacks, frequent raids, and much muggle deaths, especially early on."

Sirius shook his head, sighing sadly.

A key turned in the lock hole, and Sirius stepped into Grimmauld Place. A fire flickered in the fireplace, and Voldemort, curled up in a comfortable looking armchair, turned the pages to a dark arts encyclopedia.

"Welcome home, Sirius," said Voldemort, smiling.

"Hello, Voldemort," said Sirius. "We need to talk."

Voldemort smile disappeared, as he closed his book, placing it on a nearby table, and turned in his chair so that he was facing Sirius.

"Go ahead," he said.

Sirius nervously swiped his hand through his hair.

"Voldemort, I…" Sirius paused, "…you need to stop attacking people."

Voldemort paused. "By people… do you mean wizards, or are you talking about the muggles?"

"Both," said Sirius, with a sigh.

"You know I can't do that," said Voldemort, making eye contact with his lover.

"Please," said Sirius, "stop the attacks. I sit in your St Mungo's room during every attack, as you go out and kill muggles. I don't wait at home, because I don't think you've ever led an attack that doesn't result in a serious injury for you. I sit there, in your room, knowing that you're going to get hurt, and worrying that this will be your final raid. I'll be honest, I don't hate muggles. I don't care about them. But I don't want you risking your life out there, over one of Grindelwald's old conspiracy theories which doesn't even seem remotely likely to me. Muggles overthrowing wizards, seriously?"

"I'm not going to die!" yelled Voldemort, "and muggles have been a serious threat for years. You weren't there during the second World War, Sirius, didn't know what it was like when massive blasts of fire were going off all around you because some distant muggles were trying to kill each other. We need to kill all muggles, Sirius, they are a threat to everything we hold dear."

"-And" Sirius continued his earlier speech, "when you get so serious and angry about muggles, you, you remind me of my family."

Voldemort stared at Sirius. "That's going too far."

Sirius looked away. "It's true."

Both looked away from each other for several seconds.

"I think we're done," said Voldemort, as he stepped out of the room and left.

Sirius stared at the door, which Voldemort had left open as he left. Suddenly, he felt an impact against his forehead, followed by a clinking sound on the floor. Closer investigation revealed that Voldemort had thrown his copy of the key to Grimmauld Place. Sirius began to sob.

Sirius sat alone in Gimmauld Place. The house was empty. When Voldemort had lived here with him, everything had been so full of life and joy, and now it was all just gone. A pile of empty bottles lay beside him.

"I can't do this anymore," said Sirius. "I'm sorry, Voldemort. I love you, but this is goodbye forever."

Sirius pressed his wand against his own temple. "Obliviate."

Voldemort sat alone in his St Mungo's room, injured in the aftermath of another raid. Sirius would normally be here, waiting for him to come. Now, however, the room was empty. Suddenly, the door opened, and Bellatrix came in.

"My lord," said Bellatrix.

"Bellatrix," said Voldemort. "Report the aftermath of today's raid."

Bellatrix did so, and Voldemort embraced the welcome distraction.