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Voldemort's Lament
It was a dark and cold night onboard The Queen Ann's Revenge. Almost all was silent but the shifting waves and the creaking hull of the ship, it was at these moment's when Blackbeard was most uncomfortable. Blackbeard was the only one on board for the zombies were watching the slaves in the bottom deck, and Blackbeard didn't like it that way. He would rather be killing something than standing around doing nothing, for he found no peace in looking out toward the sea. Blackbeard took in a long breath of the sea air and sighed, the night was calm there was no storms coming this night which made him even more anxious. But the strangest thing was the menacing feeling of cold every day, even in the bright sun. Blackbeard knew that it was because of the man whom called himself Voldemort. For ever since his strange new passenger got onboard the mood changed from busy to deathly quiet, even his zombies could feel that something very powerful and very deadly was on his ship.
Blackbeard needed something to take his mind off of the dark passenger when, as if someone upstairs was listening a seagull landed on the starboard bow of the ship. Blackbeard looked at the bird for a while and started rubbing the handle of his cutlass. The seagull dumbly looked toward the sea when suddenly a rope whipped at the seagulls behind, the bird let out a surprise squawk and flew away, leaving a trial of its tail feathers in the wind. Blackbeard smiled to himself with satisfaction.
Down under The Queen Ann's Revenge in the private quarters sat the lonesome figure of Voldemort. He was quietly looking at The Elder Wand in his hand and he felt distain for it. Here in his hand sat the most powerful wand in the world, and it would not bow before him, The Death Stick was not giving in to his willpower. Maybe if his soul was more intact he could have a chance, but it was impossible for him regain the other pieces now. For that foolish boy and his friends had destroyed all of his horcruxes. Even his precious snake Nagini was dead which angered him to his broken core. Plus the fact that he had been sent back in time for some reason even though there was no possible way that could happen added even more fuel to his fiery temper. Voldemort was in such a bad mood that if even Blackbeard were to walk through the door he wouldn't hesitate to kill him. Voldemort calmed himself and placed the wand down on the table and got up to look out the window toward the sea. Voldemort thought very little about the sea for he was too busy to even care about it; what good would the sea do for him, in fact it often slowed him down when he was trying to get some ware, like now. The only reason he hired Blackbeard in the first place was because if he flew to the mythical island himself, he would eventually tire out and plummet into the sea. Voldemort would also need warriors in case of attack from natives or unfriendly creatures. Voldemort sighed and turned back to the table that had on top of it; two wands, an unlighted candle, the vile of stardust, and the map. The other wand that sat on the table besides The Elder Wand was his own. Voldemort was lucky for bringing his own wand for the Battle of Hogwarts just in case he lost The Elder Wand, luckier than he thought for he needed his wand now more than ever since The Elder Wand was not reliable. Voldemort picked up his own wand and with just a wave lighted the candle; he then sat down and began to study the map. Voldemort always kept the map on his person ever since he got it from that… woman.
One Month Earlier
Voldemort was flying through the swamp that he was told to go to. "If this was a trick," he thought, he'd kill all whom had lied to him. But just then he saw it, an old shack standing tall at the very end of the swamp. Voldemort quickly landed right next to the door, he then pulled out his wand. Voldemort knew Tia Dalma was someone who was not to be trifled with; he could sense it in the air. But neither was he, so with a flick of his wand the door opened.
What Voldemort saw could make the strongest of men shudder. There were all assortments of brains, body parts, strange dead animals, voodoo charms, and much more. But this didn't faze Voldemort, who had seen and performed far worse in his wicked life so he moved on. As Voldemort was looking around at the trinkets a voice of a woman shouted through the small shack.
"Now who had done enter my shack now!" Voldemort looked around to see a woman of strange descent. There stood a dark skinned woman with messed up dreadlocks, strange eye makeup, and blackened lips. She looked pretty, for a voodoo queen that is, she wore a dirty red and white dress that seemed to be the only thing she had. She looked to be Cajun and in her mid thirties but Voldemort couldn't tell for sure. When he saw her she looked annoyed for a split second until she saw him. Tia Dalma took one look at Voldemort and her expression changed imminently, she smiled seductively showing her char coal colored teeth and her body loosened up ever so slightly.
"Ah I knew fate would bring me somebody today." She giggled in her strange Cajun accent. Tia Dalma walked over to Voldemort and stuck her hand out in front of his heart. Her face changed to a puzzled look in realization of the broken soul inside, she said, "There's something wrong with you inside, I could fix it for your troubles." She said smiling. Voldemort sneered and said, "Don't try your tricks on me woman." Pointing his wand at her stomach, Tia Dalma looked at the wand with wonder and continued her observations. "This has caused a lot of death." She then looked at Voldemort in the eyes and said "I bet you have some stories to tell little old me?" she cooed while playing with her dreadlocks.
"I did not come to be seduced witch." Voldemort retorted. Tia Dalma put on a puppy dog face and said, "Then what did you come for?" Voldemort said "I came to find a way back to my time." Tia Dalma laughed, walked over to her table and sat down. She calmly said, "That's impossible you know." Voldemort unfazed spoke more quietly, "Nothing is impossible witch, only death." He said, Voldemort turned and pointed his wand at a jar of nuts; and with a flick of his wand caused it to explode into many pieces. Tia Dalma stared dumbfounded at the mess and looked at Voldemort, "I've never seen magic like that done by a mortal before, but I guess it proves your point." Voldemort gave no response. Tia Dlama rolled her eyes and asked "So what you from a different time space like that?" she asked. Voldemort just nodded. "Is that so?" Voldemort nodded once again. "Ok." She said in an accepting tone, "You from the past then?" Voldemort shook his head. Tia Dalma said, "Ah, the future?" Voldemort finally said a silent, "Yes."
Tia Dalma sighed knowing she wouldn't have any fun with this one decided to get to the usual demand. She held out her hand and said, "Ok, but you must know I demand payment." Voldemort's eyelid twitched in anger but he understood, the people he talked to told him she would demand payment even when threatened with death. Voldemort then took out his wand, he flicked it over to the door and in floated a large bag; Voldemort directed the bag over to a corner of the shack and it dropped on the wooden floor with a loud thud. Tia Dalma looked over to the bag and saw things moving inside it, she then herd hissing coming from it. "One hundred and one vipers," Voldemort said. Tia Dalma looked at Voldemort with confusion on her face. Voldemort then said, "For study." Tia Dalma rolled her eyes again and said "Ok now what can I do for you." Voldemort said "I need a spell to take me back to my own time." Tia Dalma laughed and said "Now I can't do that." Voldemort's scarlet eyes flared and the whole shack groaned and started to bend outwards. "B-but I can direct you to someplace that could!" Tia Dalma quickly stated. The shack bended back to its original place.
"Now don't you be breaking my house!" Tia Dalma shouted pointing her finger at Voldemort. Voldemort moved toward her and said "How do I get back to my time?" Tia Dalma leaned back in her chair and said nothing, still angry about the potential damage to her shack. "If you do not tell me you will suffer a fate worse than death I promise you." Voldemort said with his voice lowering to a deathly tone. Tia Dalma sighed and took out a small pouch of animal parts; she took the parts out, placed them in her hands, held them close to her mouth, closed her eyes, and started chanting. Voldemort watched her with studying eyes, this woman whom lived alone in this shack for who knows how long, what's her story? Tia Dalma dropped the parts on the floor and studied them as if they were speaking a dead language that only she could understand. "Legend has it," she started "That there is an island that has been forgotten by time, an island that holds the secret of that which has forgotten it." Tia Dalma looked up at Voldemort with wide eyes and said, "The Temporis Sphere." Voldemort showed no expression, he had never herd of this item. Tia Dalma looked back down to the pieces and continued
"The Tempoirs Sphere can allow the holder to bend time to his or her will, taking them any ware forward or back. For it said by old gods." Tia Dalma closed her eyes for a moment then reopened them to reveal only whites. Then Tia Dalma spoke in a deeper, unnatural voice that sounded like the dying gasps of a thousand people. "He whom controls the Temporis Sphere," Tia Dalma looked up at Voldemort again, "controls time itself." Tia Dalma fell back and closed her eyes in exhaustion. Voldemort slowly spread a wicked smile across his face for an idea formed in his head. Why not instead of going back to the battle, go back earlier and kill Harry Potter when he least expects it, even better, stop the birth of Harry Potter altogether. Kill Dumbledore when he was a child, kill Snape, and in fact, kill all his enemies. And finally gain control of the Elder Wand. It was all so brilliant; Voldemort had many ideas stirring in his head which added to his urgency to know more. HTia Dalma opened her eyes, made a tired sigh and continued, "Don't get too excited, I haven't even got to the good part. It is also said that the sphere is guarded by the living dead and all manner of creature's time left behind. The island is also home to magical charms placed all around it to guard from trespassers. Not only that, you still needs the fuel to power the sphere." Voldemort looked at Tia Dalma,
"Tell me what it is!" he gasped; hunger for power skulking in his voice. Tia Dalma finally replied "Stardust." Voldemort's smile faded instead being replaced with a silent sneer of rage. How was he going to find stardust? "There was no way," he thought. "If you going to search for it you going to need a few something's." Tia Dalma said interrupting Voldemort's thoughts. And with that she went to the back of the shack. Voldemort started to pace around the shack barely containing his fury while Tia Dalma was searching through her junk, mumbling and throwing tickets left and right. Finally Tia Dalma came back with a map in her hand and a tiny vile in the other. "Here you go; study the map many times for it is old." She said. Voldemort reluctantly took the map and vile. A wave of euphoria suddenly rushed through Voldemort. He looked down and gazed at the vile and felt something he'd never felt in a long time, whole. "Is this stardust?" he thought. "Id recon you need about a jar of that to fuel it." Tia Dalma said. Voldemort looked at her and then back at the vile. He looked long at the vile and, keeping his gaze on the vile started to turn around when he was stopped.
"Hold on!" Tia Dalma shouted. Voldemort turned around, "Let me see your hand." Voldemort looked at her and asked, "Why would I want to touch you?" Tia Dalma rolled her eyes annoyed and said, "I need to read your future." Voldemort pondered for a moment and realized that he had to know his fate, for this inconsistent trip through time may have changed his destiny. But most important, Death, he came so close to it at the battle, he needed to know if he'd meet it again. So Voldemort looked at his pale spiderlike hand and slowly held it out. Tia Dalma grabbed hold of his hand and closed her eyes. Tia Dalma held a searching puzzled look on her face but that became replaced with fear and pain. Tia Dalma started to shake and moan Voldemort looked at her, she looked as if the was under the Cruciatus curse. Annoyed by her pain, Voldemort pulled away his palm from the shuddering witch. Tia Dalma opened her eyes and stood for a moment looking at Voldemort with horror in her eyes. Voldemort slowly started to turn around again when Tia Dalma grabbed him by the shoulders and said,
"You will meet Harry Potter again Tom Riddle." Voldemort's face turned to shock, for he hadn't even spoke of his real name let alone his old one, and how did she know about the hated child whom doesn't even exist in this century? Tia Dalma continued, "You will battle again, fate has woven you together with him. Like braids in a rope. One cannot live while the other survives. " Voldemort didn't say a word; he didn't even try to kill the woman for saying his name. Voldemort flew away from the dissolute swamp as fast as he could, in fear. Fear of destiny, fear of the boy, fear of the witch, and most of all. Fear of Death.
One Month Later
Voldemort sighed and put his fingers on his head. He had studied the map many times for he was cautious even though Blackbeard had told him they were headed the right course. Voldemort then looked over to the Elder Wand, he picked it up and studied it. Voldemort looked over at a quill pen on the other side of the table; he pointed the wand and willed the pen to come to him. The pen did so and it floated toward Voldemort, he plucked out of the air and set it down. The wand did the minor task but he knew it would not obey him completely. Voldemort knew the only way to gain true control over the wand was to defeat his most hated foe Harry Potter. Even though he denied it at first, he could feel that it was true, the boy was the master of the wand. But it was now impossible to kill the boy, for he had been sent back in time while Harry was still in the present day. But the witch said that they would meet again, she even spoke a passage from the prophecy. Voldemort repeated what she said over and over in his head still confused as to how she knew. Voldemort suddenly tensed up at realization that he might not have been the only one sent back in time. "Impossible, but we were locked in the spell weren't we?" He thought. Voldemort jumped up when he knew the answer to his question and ran out the door.
Blackbeard was on the steering wheel when he heard a rumbling coming from the ship. He tensed and quickly pulled out his cutlass ready for battle. That's when he saw a black cloud of smoke fly out from the lower decks in the middle of his ship. Blackbeard in the split second could vaguely make out a white figure in the smoke. Then the smoke-figure flew out of the ship and towards the sea. Blackbeard could hear a yell of anger faintly growing dimmer and dimmer until the smoke-figure was gone.