Chapter 3
At that last moment Voldemort gave up on his name. The green light was about to reach him, there was no time to dodge. He knew that all his horcruxes where gone. He would die, there was no possibility of survival. He accepted his oncoming death. This long lasting flight from death was at an end.
Voldemort gave up on his flight from death and became just Tom. It was then, in that last second prior to the death curse hitting him, that something elseslammed into his chest. He was filled with a feeling of content he had never felt before. Then the green light encircled him and he died.
It was the ache in his chest that awoke him. Starting as nothing more than a slight irritation, it rapidly gained in intensity and soon it was nearly unbearable. As soon as he opened his burgundy eyes a world of forgotten thoughts and emotions slammed into his mind. Of such intensity was the experience of his chest burning at his head feeling like it had been cracked open, that a scream was forced though his throat without his awareness of it. The pain in his chest continued to gain in force. He could focus on nothing else.
The pain in his head increased in tandem with the pain in his chest. When it reached its peak, it was as if floodgates opened in his head. Memories of his past life, those of Lord Voldemort, forced themselves into his already agonized mind. Together with these more recent memories, the memories of the long lost piece of soul, the memories of a very young Tom, also entered his mind. While still in great pain, his psyche was forced to deal with memories so traumatic that they had ripped themselves, and a piece of his soul away in his previous life. Those memories had done so, to protect the sanity of a very young Tom.
Tom was still screaming in agony when the soulpiece containing Tom's humanity, his emotions, came into contact with the rest of his memories and soulpieces. He was filled by the greatest of despairs as Tom's human side learned of the atrocities Lord Voldemort had committed.
At this moment the pain of his fusing souls, of the excruciating forceful entrance of memories and of the all consuming guilt filling his being at the recognition of what he had done, overwhelmed Tom and his mind broke.
His scream stopped abruptly and he could only weep. All of his being was consumed by guilt, sorrow and pain.
