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Chapter Two
Voldemort turned away from Alaina. He slipped a pale hand into his robes and pulled out a wand. He pointed it at Wormtail and waved it. A new silver hand appeared where the old one had been chopped off. Then Voldemort grabbed his left arm and pressed a finger to his Dark Mark tattoo similar to the one at the Quidditch world cup.
"How many will be brave enough to return when they feel it?" He whispered, his gleaming red eyes fixed upon the stars. "And how many will be foolish enough to stay away?"
He waited a few moments before he turned to Harry and Alaina with a wicked grin on his flat white face.
"You two sit on the grave of my late father," he hissed softly, "A muggle and a fool… almost like your dear mothers. All three had their uses did they not? Your mother's died to save your lives, and I killed mine… see how useful he's proven in his death?"
He cackled before continuing, "Potter you might have a better view of that house than Prince."
He was right, Harry was facing a hill and atop of it sat a rundown mansion that looked similar to the shrieking shack.
"That's where my father lived. My mother lived in the nearby village. She loved him, but he abandoned her when he found out what she was… he didn't like magic…
He left her and returned home before I was born. My mother died after child birth and I was raised in a muggle orphanage… but I vowed to find him… I revenged myself upon him, that fool who gave me his name… Tom Riddle…."
He paced and both teenagers found it hard to think of this dark wizard as a child.
"However, listen," Voldemort meant the various cracking sounds filling the air, "Here come my real family."
Death Eaters began appearing and the graveyard was full of swishing cloaks. They formed a circle around Tom Riddle's grave, Voldemort, and a weeping Wormtail. However, there were gaps in the circle as if the Death Eaters were waiting for people. However, the Dark Lord did not seem to expect anyone else to show up, so he began talking to them. Alaina could not see what was happening, but a man cried out in pain and she guessed that someone was being put under the Cruciatus Curse. Then he began singling out certain names. As he came into view he took note of a gap of six missing people. One of the Death Eaters in front of Harry spoke.
"Master, we crave to know… we beg you to tell us… how you have achieved… this miracle… how you managed to return to us."
Voldemort walked back out of view and towards the voice of a man who sounded an awful lot like Lucius Malfoy.
"Ah what a story it is," Voldemort began circling Harry and Alaina like a vulture would circle a carcass, with a look of hunger, disgust, and want all together, "And it begins- and ends- with our young guests here. You know, they call these children my downfall? On that night and after, I could not touch the children," he raised both of his hands. He placed one atop of Harry's head and ruffled his hair and he used the other to gently caress Alaina's uninjured cheek.
"No matter, I can touch them now," the children both felt their scars ripping apart in pain. Voldemort removed his hands and began circling them again. He told the lengthy tail of thirteen years of agony and of Bertha Jorkins and of his plans of getting the children in his grasp. Alaina remembered that part of the story vividly. Professor Moody had sent for her. She had arrived in his office and before her eyes he turned into an unfamiliar man who brandished the Dark Mark. He apparated with her- it was a very uncomfortable- and they were in the graveyard. He had proceeded to knock her out and tie her up to wait for Harry.
"And here they are," He stopped in front of Harry and pointed his wand at him, "Crucio!"
Just hearing what was happening to Harry made Alaina squirm. She was glad she did not have to see it. Then it stopped and he hung limply in his bonds. Next Voldemort did it to her. The pain was unbearable. She felt her bones burning as if on fire and her head was surely ripping in two along her scar and then, as quickly as it come, it ended.
"These two are not stronger than me as you had believed. So, I will prove it to you. How about we let the boy watch the girl die before meeting the same fate. Now untie her Wormtail and give her back her wand."
So there you are. This is fun to write, haha. Sorry, that I left out some detail, but it didn't really have anything to do with Harry or Alaina so I figured that if you had read it, you didn't really want to read it again. Also the part with Wormtail's hand is out of order and it kind of messed up another part, but I kept rewriting it and I'm still not happy with the final outcome. But, if you liked it, great, if not, whatever, but I hope you did!
Also glad, that this one had a little bit of Alaina's side of the story and how she got to the cemetery and stuff.
Harry: What about me?
Ron: Mate, we aren't even in this one so you shouldn't be complaining.
Luna: I think Ron is a bit jealous. He just doesn't want to say it to your face.
Harry: Er- Luna you aren't even in the fourth book.