Authors Note: There will be some switching to first and third person. Voldermort's memories are in third person and of course anytime we are dealing with Harry or Voldermort in England in the present time will also be in third person. There are page breaks with headings so let me know what you think!!!! P.S Still looking for a BETA!!!!
Blood Stain
I didn't have anything left, only a loopy mind that didn't seem to work quite as well as it used to. Harry Potter had left me with only memories, so many memories...and they were driving me insane.
"This doesn't feel right...Tom?"
Voldermort looked down at Harry who looked a bit more confused then he sounded. Harry's psyche was persistent if nothing else. His mind kept reminding him that this wasn't his normal environment even though Harry himself could not remember what his normal environment was. He kept questioning things constantly, Voldermort was not used to being questioned. It had been three years since he had tied Harry to him and still Harry was unsure, the word stubborn came to mind easily whenever Voldermort thought of Harry and his persistent mind. He looked around the small park they were strolling in, it was enchanted and beautiful and over all peaceful. It was strange but it was always small moments like this when everything seemed perfect and peaceful that Harry would begin to say that something didn't feel right.
Harry's memories of his past life were under a very strong block, he most likely would have recovered his memory by now but he couldn't allow that. If he had ever taken the time to examine the boy the block may have not even been necessary. Harry had grown up neglected and with much of the same struggles he himself had faced. He had been obsessed with killing him though and too caught up in the problems Harry Potter presented to his revolution of the wizarding world, he had never even considered that Harry would be able to assist him. All the while when he had been plotting his next move to get rid of him, the boy had been growing steadily darker; persuasion may not have been so difficult.
Harry was no where near as cold and calculating as he was but he was intelligent and the motivation was there. Luckily for him Harry had fallen into his lap like a neatly wrapped present and that persuasion of which he was sure he was capable was no longer needed. However things like this would always creep up and he wondered if a day would ever come when Harry would regain his complete memory and revolt. He didn't doubt any longer that the boy was his equal; he trained him personally and Harry picked up spell work faster then he was even capable of at the same age. Harry also had a unique combination of light and dark magic. A light wizard could perform a dark spell and a dark wizard could perform a light spell but it was never nearly as powerful, Harry could perform both types of spells with optimum power and accuracy.
"What doesn't feel right Harry?"
He watched as Harry walked on a little further ahead of him and stopped by the stream to take a seat on a low bench. Leave it to a Malfoy to have an enchanted park in their bark yard. Although one was hard pressed to call the Malfoy's expansive property a yard, the land swept out father then he cared to walk in one day. Harry put his hand into the stream and let the water glide through his thin fingers. Harry was either unaware of how alluring he was, or he was being cruel. Voldermort sighed loudly and went closer to Harry, he took a seat on the bench so he wouldn't appear to be towering over him, which Harry seemed to detest to the point of actual rebellion.
"You're nice Tom, really nice actually and I just can't shake the feeling that I'm missing something. Sometimes I think I remember that you aren't nice at all but when I try to focus it slips away. I wish I could remember my old life, I want to remember you. I'm still not sure if all of this is real Tom. Sometimes I think I can remember hating you."
For the first time Voldermort felt something like guilt bubble in his stomach and worst yet he also felt fear, fear that he could lose Harry which was confusing to him. He was playing a cruel trick on Harry but he reasoned quickly enough that it was better if Harry lived a long happy life with him then a short painful one as the savior. He smiled his most charming and genuine smile and Harry smiled back at him shyly. He could still read the doubt in Harry's eyes which unfortunately caused his own doubts to sharpen. He was never scared of losing anything save his own life and ambitions, he couldn't pinpoint when he had actually started to care for Harry's well being and peace of mind. It was just the kind of confusing emotion that would make him want to strike Harry but now was not the time.
"Of course I'm real Harry, you deserve nothing but happiness and I want to give it you. The past is not what matters, things that happened then can never be changed. Let us focus on today and on the future, our future is what matters Harry."
Harry smiled brightly at him and the strange feelings became stronger despite his own reasoning. Harry stood up and he did as well. He nearly jumped when Harry slipped his warm hand in his, he always did the sensation of someone holding his hand was still alien to him. Perhaps he had dug his own grave with pretending to be Harry's loving spouse, he didn't feel like he was pretending anymore.
"I want to go home Tom can we go now?"
In that moment Voldemort considered confessing the truth to Harry and setting him free, he thought perhaps Harry wouldn't be nearly as upset as he imagined but his own selfishness won out and he pulled Harry along and took him home without a second thought. Harry let go of his hand and stood in the entrance way like he always did, like he wasn't sure if he belonged here or not. He was here every day but still he had trouble accepting that this was his home.
"Can I stay with you tonight Tom?"
Voldermort had some trouble hiding his elation and Harry smirked at his slip a bit. Harry wasn't necessarily shy when it came to sex but they didn't have sex very often and Harry refused outright to share a bedroom with him, because he didn't have clear memories of them being a couple. He did however occasionally request to join him in bed when he was feeling comfortable. He would have just demanded Harry bed him if the situation had been different but he was playing the loving spouse or so he hoped. He nodded easily enough and Harry bestowed him with one of his beaming smiles.
"Aren't you hungry we haven't had dinner yet."
Harry just removed his robe and handed it to a waiting hose elf. Voldermort was used to Harry falling silent he only seemed to speak in short bursts and then he would remain silent for long periods of time. He held out his hand already missing the feel of Harry's soft one in his own. He was delighted when Harry took his hand once more. This place wasn't what Voldermort had in mind for a permanent residence; it was a compound designed mostly for his death eaters. Right now it was being used as headquarters for the new order and his constant presence was needed. His followers had been warned not to trouble Harry and any of those that had been foolish enough to try had been swiftly dealt with.
Once the war was complete he planned on building a castle fit for a king. Harry sat down gracefully and began to eat his salad neatly with the correct fork, the young man was no longer unsure of himself and was now as unfailingly polite as he was. The politeness was where most if not all of the similarities between them stopped. Harry was a light dark wizard which offered many solutions and raised little problems. Harry would be better suited to gaining the people's trust once the bloody part of the revolution was over. Rather then rage at Harry's abilities Voldermort felt something more like pride. This was his spouse after all and he wouldn't be able to stand anything less then someone who could challenge him. Harry put his fork down politely half way through his meal, he never seemed to be able to finish a full course he declined dessert which he usually did.
Voldemort's followers while silent were becoming uneasy with Harry's presence, they didn't see him often and he declined to give a very detailed explanation for Harry's presence. He had begun to take his meals in private for Harry's sake, but it wasn't safe if Lucius was always seen taking the head of the table in his absence. If he wasn't careful questions about his authority would arise. Even though Lucius was his most trusted follower even he could be tempted by power.
"Harry I understand that you are uncomfortable around my death eaters but you need to understand that there are some things that need to remain constant for the sake of appearances. I take my meals with my followers but I don't feel right to leave you to take your meals alone. So if you could join me there it would make things easier, my frequent absences are causing some distress."
Harry's face betrayed his thoughts completely. It was clear to him that he was not comfortable around the death eaters. Bellatrix in particular really seemed to bother Harry. He would stare at her and stare at her and then be cold with him for at least a week afterwards. It was clear that Harry really hated Bellatrix even though he couldn't remember why.
Voldemort couldn't begin to guess why this same treatment wasn't extended to him but he didn't think on it to hard. He sighed loudly to bring Harry's attention back to him and then he smiled in a way that seemed to disarm Harry. It was a true smile and Harry seemed to like them which was good since he could only muster up a real smile in Harry's presence. He held Harry's gaze until he blushed and looked away.
"Alright Harry I'll bend again. Will you eat with my men please?"
Harry smiled at him but remained undecided. Voldermort smirked and reached across the table so he could caress Harry's hand.
"I'll let you sit in my lap."
Harry gasped and pulled his hand away sitting straight up in his chair and averting his gaze.
"Can I sit beside you?"
Voldermort was thrown off by this. It wasn't that Harry shied away from him, he seemed to be very affectionate and enjoyed holding hands and such, it was just unusual. He knew that Harry was fully aware of what he was asking. If Harry sat at the table beside him he may have well have announced that he accepted Harry as his equal which he did in private. He would be forced to explain at least to his inner circle that he had actually performed a bonding ritual with Harry which was something he wasn't prepared to do. Harry took his prolonged silence as a refusal.
"It's only because I don't like all of your followers I will feel safer if I am close to you."
There were times when Harry said something like that and Voldermort couldn't stop himself from nearly laughing. The irony wasn't lost on him but there was a more pressing problem then him feeling responsible for Harry. It was unwelcome he nearly cared for Harry and that was not supposed to be happening.
"Of course you can sit beside me Harry if it will make you happy."
Harry beamed and something strange happened to his heart, it felt lighter. Damn you Harry... I l love you.
That had been the terrible moment, I fell into Harry's trap.
"Damn you Harry!"
I listened to my own voice echo around me. My palace was empty, my court yards were empty everything was meaningless and rotten. There was no point to any of it without Harry. I was used to feeling cold, it was something I had to contend with from the very first time I had split my soul. I wasn't the type of person to complain about physical discomfort but in comparison to the warmth I used to feel the cold was bothersome. I had been warm constantly with Harry's presence and now I was plunged into this sudden chill. The pain was tolerable I could contend with that as well. It was my broken heart that I could not abide.
The emotional pain was so great that it stopped me cold, the minor aches of pain in my body was nothing compared to it. I had never suspected that I could feel so much with only a fragment of my soul left but I did. Rage still remained the easiest emotion to process and I channeled all my pain into rage. I would find Harry I would smoke him out like a rat and then I would crush him. The boy was supposed to be a tool and nothing more! I could just as easily destroy myself for falling into this trap but I would not be satisfied until I destroyed Harry for destroying me. My son was gone and if I ever found my son he wouldn't be likely to remember who I was.
I would find Harry though it was stupid of him to have placed me in such a desperate position. Harry of all people should have known what would happen. I had nothing left and so I would make sure that there was nothing to have. I dressed myself carefully shielding my face with a large hood. I still had my loyal followers I called them now to be killed. I went to the throne room, the gilded walls shone the carpet was soft under my feet. My followers were assembled respectfully bowed waiting for me to take my seat. I remained standing and through the folds of my hood I smiled softly at them. Many of them had forgotten to be frightened of my smiles, many of them had forgotten to be frightened of me.
"Rise my faithful. As you know for the last few decades I have been trying to locate my loving spouse. Tonight I am proud to announce that I will find him. Farewell."
I raised both my hands as if I were the messiah the foolish muggles prayed so desperately to. I let my power swell and each one of my faithful experienced a merciful death. There souls were ripped form there bodies by the killing curse and each one seemed to be screaming at me as it went up and away but all was silent. Harry would have never stood for such violence. Harry had stolen from me the pain was crippling but I walked on, out of the throne room.
I left the place that had been my home and brought it all crashing down. The humans, the muggles had a theory about this earth. They believed that somewhere in the depths of the ocean ran a fault line that if disrupted would cause the destruction of the world. I intended to go there now and do just that. I would sink my magic deep into the sea and raise tidal waves that would wipe out every coast line, next earthquakes and finally fire. Nothing would survive it; the world would soon be empty like I was empty.
I could not die and there were other things that could not die; we demons would rule the world, rule over nothing and over no one. My mind was only good for this one last disjointed plan of destruction. Chaos would reign, chaos and death and maybe once the world was silent I could find some peace. I gathered my magic and sent it down into the ocean as deep as it would go. In no time at all the water became a swirling mass under my command. I sent it out in all directions and the water spewed forth rapidly to claim the land. This is for you Harry! I hope my wrath finds you. I will find you, I will destroy you...
"Tom this can't be a good idea. The muggles are starting to see reason. There is no reason to kill so many."
Voldermort repressed an eye roll. If nothing else Harry was consistently stubborn. They had been together for sixty years now. Harry had stopped questioning his blank past decades ago, and Voldemort hoped it would stay that way but still this boy would surface, the boy Harry couldn't remember being the one that was full of too much compassion and mercy for global take over. Even after massacring half of Hogwarts signal handily Harry retained his hesitancy to kill. He always had to be absolutely sure that each life lost was necessary. Voldermort didn't quite share that sentiment. If you gave him a odd look and he was in a bad enough mood, oh well. That wasn't the case with Harry around though. Harry was always watching him and scolding him and questioning his motives. Harry was a constant thorn in his side but he loved him. How foolish.
"Harry you're right the muggles are falling into line but the process is too slow. They will fall into place much more quickly if we make and example of a few of them. These muggles represent the last of their resistance to the new order. Once they are gone any muggles with doubt will realize quickly that it is best to accept the new order."
Harry looked at him sharply and Voldermort rubbed at his temples. Honestly Harry always found a way to give him a headache. Harry was adamant about being included in all decisions and damn if he didn't defy him at every turn with one objection or another. Most of Harry's points were usually valid and there were times when Voldermort had scarped his original plans because of one point Harry had made, they worked well together but when it came to being ruthless Harry always had trouble. Harry had paused to think about the point he had just made and his ice cream was slowly dripping onto the persian rug.
"Dear one, I know how difficult it is for you to think but please do not ruin our fine things for your efforts."
Harry looked at the ice cream in his hands and let it drop to the floor. Voldermort waved his hand carelessly and the cone vanished before it could splatter ice cream everywhere.
"Come now Harry, seriously what is your problem with the Bahamas it is a small island there aren't that many people there. I assure you there isn't anyone there who wouldn't die at some point or another. It helps our cause, death is just the next great adventure right?"
Harry snorted and Voldermort smiled, but Harry narrowed his eyes suddenly and he cast a quick shield around his desk. He had seen that look on Harry's face many times before, Harry was going to try and curse him. Sure enough a very bright colored dark curse came flying towards his desk, he remained in his seat fully confident that his shield would hold. To his amazement the curse went right past his shield and he was bound by iron snakes.
"Now Tom don't bother trying to speak to the snakes or they'll poison you. Ten thousand is a lot of people and unless you present a damn good argument I'm leaving you bound to your fancy chair."
It was a throne although Harry might have been right about the thrones, it was possible that he had too many. Voldermort was almost certain that he had a throne in every room. Harry was picking up a great deal of dark curses and Voldermort was nervous that Harry may have actually been a bit too adept at his spellwork.
"Harry it is not that many people. It is not the amount of people I am concerned with, it is the location. The place needs to be well known for maximum impact. I can destroy any small island but if no one was even aware of its existence then it won't make much of an impact. I need to make on last grand example. In the end it will save more muggles then it will kill since we will have less resistance to fight. It is for the greater good."
Voldermort knew he had won when Harry smirked at him and took a seat. He still had him bound by the snakes. He didn't even know what this curse this was. Of course he wasn't going to tell Harry that.
"Stop channeling Dumbledore its creepy!"
He nodded and Harry smiled fully.
"Fine, but I liked that island you know! You better make this up to me."
Voldermort nodded easily enough keeping Harry happy was his top priority, well second if you counted taking over the world.
"I'll do whatever you like Harry but first I need to be released from this chair."
Harry what have you done to me? The whole world was now burning. I put both my hands to my temples and plunged into the minds of millions so I could see the destruction first hand. It was magnificent, countries were split into pieces and anywhere that wasn't drowning was burning, except for one place. One country seemed to be protected against the fire everything around it was burning in the strange shape the map had given it. Germany, was there something protecting it. I aparated and ended up in a stone chamber.
"You have been truly magnificent my child. In all my years I have seen no one gain as much control as you. I have never come across a child that was so violent, and not once did I suspect that you could understand love or be so affected by it. Sit Tom you are so tired. You have fought all your life to evade me but I have brought you to me at last."
I felt my knees shaking this was not where I intended to end up.
"And how unusual that must be for you Tom, you usually end up where you intend don't you?"
I nodded and started at this woman. There was no way to describe her but as utterly normal. She was not young and she was not old, her hair was not blond or brown or red or white her hair was just hair, and her eyes were just eyes. She was the most forgettable but paradoxically striking creature I had ever seen. She smiled at me and I sat down like she suggested feeling very bone tired, all of me everything I had left hurt.
"Someone has stolen from you have they not?"
I nodded again getting the impression that she was hinting at something that I did not know. It finally occurred to me that Harry may not have been the one to do the stealing, maybe Harry himself had been stolen. I found myself hoping suddenly with a fierce desperation that that was the case. If Harry had been stolen then it was possible that he still loved me, even after everything I had done to him.
"He does love you Tom. You are the most violent and cunning human being I think the world has ever produced and yet you have found someone who loves you wholly; it is only kismet that you are suffering so right now. It is what is right, however there is someone who is just a bit more cunning then you, only he isn't human. Luckily or unluckily for you this one prefers to watch, and he knows more about you then you know about yourself. He is in love with himself and with his own imagined superiority. I had never presumed that he had the nerve to interfere with fate but alas I was proven wrong and that is where you my young child become lucky once more and karma again has you in her favor. Have you ever heard of Valeel?"
I could not recall that name or anything similar to it. If Valeel was the one who had taken Harry and my son then I would kill him.
"Voldermort, you have killed billions today. By all accounts if I interfere with you at all it should only be to kill you. The earth is nearly completely destroyed."
I nodded once more not bothering to protest, the destruction hand't really phased me. I could not even remember most of it. I could smell it though a lingering odor that seemed to be stuck to my robes and in my hair. It was the scent of death it was like every pore in my body had sucked up the scent and I suddenly wanted to wash myself. I didn't feel that airing my desires to this being would be of any help. This woman whoever she was seemed to be stoic all though I was positive that she could be provoked into emotion.
"There is a very specific outcome that Valeel is aiming for Tom and it involves your spouse and a vampire that you have never met. Answer this for me Tom, what do you know about vampires?"
I knew that they were muggles who thought themselves something special. It was nearly comical how helpless they were against a wizard. There was no way that a vampire was the one behind this. I was really losing my mind if I was beginning to consider that a vampire could be a danger to Harry.
"Don't push me Tom I'll do it!"
Harry looked very strange but it was still oddly alluring. He was pregnant a feet that was not simple and when the child was ready to be born it would have no way to get out and Harry would be in immense pain. The procedure was something like a c-section but of course it was much more dangerous.
"You will kill me Harry?"
He nodded even though his eyes were filling with tears and his hands were shaking.
"It is a simple ritual that will bond the child."
"Our child Tom! This is our child and we will not experiment with him! I will not allow any of your rituals ahhhh!"
Voldermort watched Harry fall to the ground with his heart in his throat. He yelled for a healer who came at once. Harry was on the floor and in pain, the healers pushed him out the room and he stared wide eyed as the door was closed in his face. His healers had already informed him that he would not be allowed in the room. His temper would not allow it. He paced back and forth in front of the door for what felt like hours and hours. Then his very best healer came through the door with his arms covered in blood up to his elbows.
One look at the blood and Voldermort pushed his way past the healer and into the room. If anything had happened to Harry he would kill them, he would kill everyone! He ran into the bedroom to find a very pale Harry propped up against a lot of pillows and holding a small squirming blanket.
"It's a boy."
A boy, Harry handed him the tiny child and he was instantly captivated, this was his son, he loved him more then the whole world. The tiny child stretched and yawned and opened his eyes for just a second and then he seemed to fall asleep completely content.
"He doesn't deserve this. I'm a mad man."
Harry smiled at him in a reassuring way. Tom sat down on the bed and handed Harry the child who didn't fuss. He had a son, he actually had a child he was a father and for some reason that was more frightening then being in charge of the entire world.
"You are well and truly a mad man Tom, but I need you to focus on what I am telling you. You can reminisce as disjointedly as you like later on. Valeel is a vampire that was once a wizard he is the first of his kind to be made as such and he is massively powerful. Are you following Tom?""
Was I following? Of course I was following. Vampires with magic was an entirely new and completely threatening revelation. If he was the first then he must of have been very powerful somehow or another I had gotten in his way.
"How old is Valeel?"
The women's expression didn't change. She regarded me in the same manner she had since she had summoned me here; like she didn't care. She did care though because she had brought me here.
"Do you want Harry back Tom?"
"Yes!"
My voice was pitiful and if I had any dignity left I would have been ashamed. She smiled and it transformed her face so completely that she could have been a different women altogether.
"Very well, it will be done but let me tell what I can about what has been done to you."
I nodded and the woman settled herself in her chair. It only struck me now that she was an uncommonly large woman. It wasn't that she was fat no, fat was common. She was proportioned perfectly but on a much larger scale; to put it simply she was just not human size but she was definitely human shaped.
"Valeel wants something and in order to get it he needs Harry, your Harry and it is vital Tom that you understand the difference. Your Harry is very different form the other Harry. What Valeel needs is for your Harry to meet Edward Cullen a muggle vampire. Valeel has gone against things he should have never gone against and in so doing he has caused the destruction of this world. I am fate Tom and while I cannot send you through time I can send you to the rest of your soul. You have evaded me for years Tom. Everyones fate is to die. In order for me to help you, you must surrender to me."
She looked at me closely waiting for a response. I had never evaded fate only death.
"Voldemort you understand very little, there has never been death only fate and you should have never feared me. Now I must ask once more will you come to me?"
I stood up feeling as if I would fall apart I spread my arms. If she could lead me to my family then I would go. I felt her sigh, I felt the sound go through me like wind and then...
*** Voldermort Present Time England ****
Things were looking good for the new order everything was finally going to plan. His return hand't gone perfectly, for one Harry Potter had survived it but not all was lost. People were more content to think that there savior was insane then to believe that he Voldemort had returned. It was even better that he looked nothing like the creature Harry was describing, he was beautiful again and young. He had forgotten what it was like to have a body and long before that he forgotten what it felt like to be young. He could remember it fully now and appreciate it all the more since he was technically speaking...old.
The strength was intoxicating, oh he had magical strength in spades but he had lacked physical strength. Lust was something else that was more keenly felt. He was literally itching to bed someone but none of his followers appealed to him. There were countless younger ones though that had no idea of his true identity and were more then willing to share his bed. At the moment he was thinking of calling in Lucius the man was beautiful and he could do with a little punishment for confirming his return with the botched ministry mission, once again Potter had escaped.
It wasn't all a lose of course it never was for him, he always gained something. He knew a bit more about the prophecy. It confirmed for him that if Potter could not be killed then at the very least he would need to be neutralized. He had never failed at something so routinely in his life, killing Potter was his greatest challenge, but no longer he had a new objective. In one weeks time he would attack the school. This time he had no plans to kill the boy so he was certain that he wouldn't fail. This time he would capture the boy. There would be no talking he would enter the school with little fuss and simply take the boy.
It had finally occurred to him that he would most likely never be able to kill the boy. It was difficult to swallow but once he accepted that bitter fact he was free to pursue other avenues. There was a reason why he had such easy access to the boys mind, the little child had a piece of his soul. First he would take Harry in the dead of night and then within the week when the whole of the school was panicked and tired and in despair for there lost savior he would attack. By the end of this year England and the muggle world would know of the new order. Once the British ministry was in his grasp then the rest of Europe wold fall into line and after that so would the rest of the world.
His ideal would be realized and wizards would take their rightful place as the rulers of common men. It was grand and today was the beginning. He would brief his men as few and as insane as most of his men were. He had no use for these types of followers but they would be good in a blood bath and a revolution was the proverbial cliche of a blood bath. Once the blood shed was over with he would kill most of these men as an apology for the atrocious crimes committed in his name. Voldermort made his way to his throne room.
His fathers manor was not nearly as large or as grand as it appeared to be but as Tom learned at the age of nine when he had strangled his first rabbit to death with the force of his mind was that magic could do many things. Once the world was his he would destroy this manor and all that it stood for. His death eaters were assembled in perfect order and they all bowed as soon as they realized he had entered the room. He took his throne and watched from beneath his large hooded cloak which had been deliberately chosen for this very purpose. His followers had seen his return but none save a few had set eyes on his new body.
He moved his fingers from under his sleeves slowly one wouldn't be able to tell much from his hands his fingers had always been overly long and skeletal. He grasped the edge of his hood and slowly pulled back the fabric. With a quick eye he noticed each face that cringed and each person that took a shaky breath. He let the hood fall away from his face and a collective gasp filled the room, then the whispering began. He let it carry on curious to here what they thought, his followers should have known better than to whisper he would always hear them.
"Silence."
The command was soft there was no need for him to raise his voice. Silence fell at once and he smiled softly at his followers instilling the usual discomfort his smiles could bring. Whenever he smiled pain was usually not far behind. He raised his hand carelessly and didn't bother pointing in any direction in particular. His power had increased and he knew that his followers were unconvinced of his all encompassing power. He let a very 'light' Cruciatus curse fill the room and touch each and every witch and wizard. He stood with an air of impatience once the curse was released and watched in disgust as his followers withered on the ground in pain.
"Rise!"
There was loud shuffling and scrambling and he let his eyes narrow in fury.
"Are there still any among you who doubt my power?"
There was a low mumbling of no my lord and he took his seat satisfied that he squashed all doubt very effectively. He spread his arms and put on his most charming smile.
"Rejoice my faithful. Your lord has returned to you of sound mind and of sound body. We shall pick up where we left off... I will steal Harry Potter and I will sway him to our side."
The announcement was met with silence and many averted looks but he pressed on unconcerned.
"I will kidnap him myself and then my faithful we will take over Hogwarts and soon after the ministry, it has been six months since my return and I believe that all of you have had enough time to rest. Randolph I would like you too... AHHHH!"
Voldermort grabbed at his head when a terrible spasm of pain hit him, it came again with full force and the room faded from sight. The pain grew worse and worse as if he being ripped apart and forced together. He could hear that he was screaming like a lunatic. He smelled his own blood he was ripping at his own skin. Sweet Merlin! The pain stopped and all went black. He opened his eyes actually afraid to do so for split second. Standing across form him was another him. The other him smiled at him and he blinked.
"Come on Tom you need to see this."
Tom!
"I am not Tom my name is Voldermort."
The other him smiled gently and he took a step back at all the human emotion in those eyes what had happened to his him?
"You are not Voldermort you are Tom, you have to see this."
Without warning the other him flew at him and seemed to melt into his body. His mind was assaulted with images, pressing in on each other in a swirling mass until he couldn't make out anything but blurring color. He came to in a very nice bedroom, he had never been in it before but he knew that this was his bedroom. He sat up feeling bleary eyed and someone moaned beside him. He turned to see who it is and spluttered uncharacteristically. Potter smiled at him sleepily and climbed onto his lap straddling him. Potter began to move around and he felt himself spring to life.
"Good morning."
Voldermort swallowed and Potter smirked at him, he blinked that was his smirk. Harry seemed very adept at what he was about do, he mounted him swiftly and began to ride him. He'd be lying if he said he didn't appreciate the skill or the tight heat or the view; Potter had an excellent body. Potter began to moan loudly and he gripped his hips and bit down on his shoulder feeling compulsive. It went on for a while until Harry convulsed with his own orgasm and then he went over the edge as well. He collapsed onto the bed and Harry chuckled at him.
"What a nice way to wake up. Come on old man we need to go to Hogwarts."
To his own surprise he pulled Harry down for what he considered an overly passionate kiss and then complied. Harry led him to a large bathroom where they showered together. When that was finished Harry dressed himself quickly and he followed suit. The soft sounds of a young child crying reached his ears and a huge grin broke out on Harry's face. He hurried through one of the doors and came back out with a small baby.
"Good morning honey, are you hungry?"
The baby seemed to quiet down understanding that food would be coming soon. A house elf appeared with a bottle of milk and Harry walked over to him handing him the bottle and the baby. The baby began to fuss either because it was becoming impatient or because it had been handed over to him he couldn't tell which.
"Hush honey daddy is going to feed you."
Daddy! Voldermort looked down at the baby which was now staring at him fully alert. He nearly dropped the child when he saw his own blue eyes looking back at him. His eyes hand't been blue for a very long time but he remembered his own eyes. Was this small child his son? The child grabbed his robe and let out an impatient cry and he settled himself and held the bottle to babes lips he started on it at once and he felt his lips stretch into a small smile. This was his son.
"Come Tom just bring him with us we need to be at Hogwarts in ten minutes."
Voldermort got up making sure that his son was still comfortable the baby didn't seem to care that he was moving as long as he was eating. Harry took the baby and continued with his feeding. Voldermort's eyes lingered on his son and he nearly chocked when he realized his son eyes were as green as Potters.
"Come on Tom aparate us I can't do it holding Damien."
He did as he was told and aparated to Hogwarts. They arrived on the sweeping lawn and Harry was now holding their son over his shoulder and gently rubbing his back. The baby cooed and smiled at him and he walked on feeling more confused by the second. Was this some kind of trick? They reached the front doors of the castle and the doors opened automatically to admit them entrance. Harry walked on right in the direction of the headmasters office. People saw them but they simply bowed some people took the time to smile at his young son who was looking around with interest.
Harry said a password in parsletounge and Voldermort followed giving up on being confused he would just have to wait and see if he could find out what was going on. He followed Harry onto the spiraling staircase and blinked when he saw a older Lucius seated behind the headmaster desk.
"Draco nice of you to wake up so early."
Draco smiled politely at Harry and bowed his head respectfully.
"Potter I don't know how you persuaded me to take this stupid job. Do you know how annoying these children are?"
Harry took a seat and he did the same keeping silent and watching with interest, if he understood what was happening correctly then he had Hogwarts under his control.
"About ten times less annoying than your father I wager and twenty times less annoying then you. I haven't come to argue with you so early in the morning. We came to discuss your curriculum. Well Tom came to discuss it with you, I'm just here to keep you alive."
Draco smiled wistfully and turned to look at him. He was surprised that the young Malfoy smiled easily at him. Where was the fear? Was this the same person?
" Yes, well father could be very annoying. He demanded that my mother name me Draco after him for instance because he didn't want to admit that his name was rather stupid."
Harry laughed and he smiled. This was Draco's son this was Lucius grandson, if he was already this old then how much time had gone by. Why did Potter look so young?
"Well, what do you want to do now. Were already teaching all the dark arts. The muggle-born school is running well."
Voldermort noticed that Draco gave Harry a very pointed look apparently the muggle born school was Harry's idea. He wanted to ask what all of this was about but the scene changed as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Tom he's sick I don't know what to do he feels so hot!"
The child was bigger but he looked like he was suffering from some type of fever. A healer came into the room and ran some diagnostic spells on his son. He blinked not understanding that the twisting of his stomach was his own worry. The healer put his son to sleep and assured Harry that he would be fine he had only caught a small cold. Harry nodded and brought the child to their bed. He cradled him to his chest and beckoned Voldermort to him with his eyes.
He went over and laid down beside Harry and his son, the child reached out for him and he picked him up kissing his small cheek which did feel quite warm. He fell asleep with the small weight of his son on his chest and with Harry curled into his side. Was he supposed to believe this? Everything he had ever wanted had been accomplished with the help of Harry Potter? As he slept all the flashing images that had been forced into his mind sorted themselves out. His own soul had come to him from the future, or now due to some vampires meddling an alternate universe, and in that universe his soul had deeply loved and cared for Harry Potter and his son which were now somewhere in this world.
He opened his eyes and realized that he was once again in his own bedroom. Someone had moved him, how long had he been out? He was worried for Harry which was unusual for him and he was worried about his son. Well, this changed things. He would need to scrap all his original plans he knew now that none of them would work. He had now been given the blueprint to his own victory but first he would need to beat Valeel. It wouldn't be simple and thankfully his soul had the knowledge that Valeel was something he had never heard of. There was no way that he would take on a creature that powerful head on.
He knew his only chance was trickery he would never overpower him. He would need to wait he hoped he had the time line right. A few weeks passed and Voldermort stayed in his room conversing with his own soul and trying not to feel crazy. He called his death eaters and stood waiting for the mummers to stop. He wasn't going to tell them anything of what he had seen they would think he was crazy. He was however going to make sure that none of them could remember what they had seen. Once that was finished he dismissed them and called to Snape. He had his beliefs that Snape was a traitor but he knew he was prudent.
Once Snape was convinced that he was on the wining side he would fall into line. The winning side needed Harry Potter and now he would have him. He waited patiently expecting the delay of Snape's arrival. He was in a private study which would allow him a more comfortable position. It was good not to feel as if he was going insane anymore. Fate had offered him a great solution. Snape bowed and took a seat when he was bid to.
"You're a traitor Severus."
To his credit Snape didn't flinch he kept his face blank, he was a true Slytherin with a bit of Gryffindor courage he could work with that. He was dressed comfortably in a regular pair of muggle jeans and a T-shirt he could tell even through all of Snape's careful gestures that he was unsettled by it.
"I know for a fact that you have been working for Dumbledore. However I can respect your choice self preservation is a very good quality. I am offering you one chance to save yourself Severus."
Snape was pale and he nodded, he knew that Snape understood the severity of the situation he was now in.
"I am going to take Harry Potter and you are going to help us."
Snape stooped gripping the hand rest of his chair in a death grip and dared a glance at his eyes. He was used to well trained wizards avoiding eye contact with him but he didn't need to make eye contact if he wanted into your mind he would get in without doubt.
"Forgive me my Lord..."
Snape stopped short at the sight of Voldermort's hand.
"Do not insult me Severus. You do not considered me your Lord any more then I consider you my death eater. I am appealing now to your nature since it is useful to me. I may or may not still kill you anyway so thread carefully."
Snape nodded and looked him in the eyes forgoing all pretense of fear. He was a man prepared to die or fight.
"Voldermort what do you mean by help us? One might get the impression that you are implying that you and Potter are working together."
Voldermort smiled and nodded and Snape sat back in his seat.
"That is what I am saying. You will need to keep Dumbledore in line since he trusts you so implicitly. For my own protection I will cast several spells on you now."
Snape flinched a bit and he sent his magic in his direction. Snape would be unable to talk about what he had told him and if he tried he would suffer instant death. Voldermort didn't bother to give any warnings. If Snape insisted on defying him then he would die. Having a willing and able servant in the school would be best but he didn't need one with no common sense. It had been a little over three weeks since the piece of his own soul had reformed with his. Tonight he knew Harry Potter would be taking an unfortunate stroll through the forbidden forest. It was a bad decision on Harry's part to walk alone so late at night and it seemed that he would never stop paying for it.
He positioned himself and waited. He didn't have to wait long Harry was approaching fast and so lost in his own thoughts that he seemed to not care where he was headed. He hit him with a simple stunner and aparated back to his manor. Fate had left him with some interesting information. The rest of his soul was here with a physical body and so was his Harry. He would help them but he would have to wait for them to move first. Nothing would be going as planned for Valeel. He put Harry down gently he still loved him even knowing that this was not the Harry that he was in love with. He watched him sleep feeling his heart finally settle. He had been waiting so long to see Harry again but at the same time he hand't been.
There were still his plans and he needed to focus on them and push all sentimental feelings aside. His plan was to be honest with Harry it was the only thing that had any hope of working. He let Harry come to by himself and sat calmly on the edge of the bed. Harry groaned when he saw him and he let himself smile a bit. He handed Harry a glass of water and let him assimilate himself. Harry drank the water without even checking it and then smirked at the look of incredulity on his face.
"If you were going to kill me it wouldn't be poison and I assume since I'm on a very comfortable bed that you've come up with some plan that you need my help with."
Voldermort blinked and Harry smiled fully.
*** Harry's POV England ***
He wasn't surprised to wake up here. He had been expecting it. He had yet to tell anyone about the visions that assaulted him. From what he had seen there was another Harry with a completely different life somewhere on this earth and he wasn't supposed to be here. The flashes were the universe's attempt to merge the two Harry's back into one person. As far as Harry could tell someone was messing with things on a grand scale, too grand a scale for even Voldermort.
He didn't have many details though he had only done some wild guesswork that even Dumbledore himself would have been proud of. Of course he hadn't endangered anyone's life or gotten anyone killed which may have disappointed Dumbledore but perhaps he was only being bitter.
"You know more then I do Voldermort about whatever is happening. Obviously you do or you wouldn't have brought me here."
Voldermort smiled at him in a wistful way that had him rethinking his own comfort level in this situation. Voldermort of all people should not have been looking at him like that. There was longing in his eyes and it wasn't for his blood.
"I didn't realize that you were always this intelligent. I had thought that it was only my influence on you."
Harry blinked and shifted so his feet were touching the floor it would be easier to flee the room if his feet were firmly on the ground. Voldemort smiled at him as if he knew exactly what Harry was thinking,
"Harry I'm going to need you to trust me for this next part, you have to open our link don't block me out. I promise I won't cause you any pain."
Harry hesitated before nodding and relaxing his posture, he felt a gentle tingle across his scar and a tentative push. He was possibly making the stupidest mistake of his life but he didn't think he was. Nothing ventured nothing gained, Harry took the risk and accepted the intrusion into his mind with no resistance. At first he saw flashes and then full pictures and even though Voldermort had promised no pain there was a slight pounding beginning in his temples but he we sure that it wasn't his fault it was just the speed of the images. None of them made sense and he felt sure that he would pass out as soon as they stopped. He was right.
While he was asleep, more or less, the rushing pictures sorted themselves. The other him had been alive for over one hundred years. The other him was immortal and the Voldermort he was facing now, at least part of him was in love with the other Harry. The best part had been the visions of his son. He could feel his heart swell at the sight of the sweet little boy, it was hard to believe that, that child was a part of him and his worst enemy. He opened his eyes and was greeted with the ceiling, he was flat on his back and he could feel Voldermort's presence somewhere in the room. He stretched and sat up carefully feeling his spine crack.
"That was definitely something. So what happened to you? Why are you here and why is...Harry here err the other me."
Voldermort actually smiled and Harry felt a blast of discomfort, it was only really hitting him that this Voldermort was really in love with Harry. It kind of gave him the creeps to think about it. He supposed with absolutely no memories he could fall in love with him but he Harry was fully aware of just how evil this man was, and he was hard pressed to believe that the other him could continue loving Voldermort after becoming aware of who he really was.
"You're still too young to really understand love Harry, it is not a simple emotion and it is certainly much harder to stop loving someone then it is to start loving them."
Harry blinked feeling as if the world had just turned upside down, was he really sitting here listening to the dark lord talk about love? He supposed that Voldermort was right though, he had never been in love. It would be difficult for him to understand it. He did understand the repercussions of time travel though. If he was to understand correctly his trip through the forbidden forest had now caused a parallel universe effect. There were many different outcomes that could take place and he couldn't really begin to fathom them. His transport through time had to be the direct result of some very serious meddling.
"Harry, just so we are clear I intend to take over; no other outcome is acceptable. You will have the unique opportunity to control your loses but I will get my Harry back and I will be victorious."
Voldermort was frightening in his determination it was clear to Harry that he was not being given much choice, he would help or he would die and so would many others. It was comforting though to know that Voldermort had not changed all that much.
"I'll agree to help you if you can promise that none of my friends will be harmed by you or your death eaters, directly or indirectly. I won't plead for Dumbledore's life if you intend to win you will have to kill him and with him in charge our blood will be overrun and wrought powerless. I think we need a magical and binding contract and if you would be so kind, can you please explain how all of this happened."
Voldermort laughed and Harry nearly bolted, he had actually risen off the bed with his brain set on run, but then he thought about the situation and he laughed himself. It was very ironic. Dumbledore had been right all along the power to stop the dark lord did lie in his unnatural ability to find good in almost everyone.
"Dumbledore said I would beat you with the power of love you know."
Voldermort looked at him with slightly slanted eyes and a small smile playing on his lips.
"Well, as much as I hate the old man, he's usually right."
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