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Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily -- weak people, in other words -- they stand no chance against his powers!
~Severus Snape
Order of the Phoenix
Chapter 5
Spellbinding
It would take place today.
Last night was not a complete disaster, nor was it a complete victory and Voldemort was swelling with fury, he could not explain what happen during the attack, but Harry Potter had escaped him once again. Despite their lost, two victories were received. Above all, they had successfully managed to interfere with The Order's plans for the boy to arrive anywhere near the the girl; and that was his intention. Secondly, his men had done their very best and fought by his side with loyalty. The murder of the auror Alastor Moody, was a great triumph for them. There was not yet confirmation on the half-giant flying with the boy. But his fall surely was a fatal one.
Tom, was given the news of the deatheater's great battle against the Order.
For him, Potter's lost meant only one thing. His Ginny would be completely at the mercy of insane old man beyond the book. She would have no one to protect her. And so, Tom finally gave in to the Dark Lord's request. Tom fear was in the truth and truimph of the Death eaters. And he knew there was a great deal of truth in the things the older man had said. How could he ever have the chance to announce his love for Ginny locked away like a frightened child? How would he ever save her?
And so it was to be done. An age-old ritual would allow the unity of the two divided souls. But of course, the truth that Voldemort had given Tom was not the truth at all. What Tom did not fully understand, was that there was no existence for him outside the diary.
His existence, as unique as it may be was attached to that of other divided souls and they were all property of the Dark Lord. There was a great sense of sadness as the ritual took place before the other Deatheaters. For, as young Tom willingly left the pages, Yaxley destroyed its remains, and with it that part that was Ginny's. Tom had not discovered until it was too late the mistake he had made, that he had been lied too, tricked from its safety. And once the bonding was complete his very own existence would be lost for all time.
Voldemort was heartless and took no pity, not even for his the cries of his own soul. Voldemort cared nothing for the boy's state of heart and laughed at his plea's for understanding, cries of mercy for his beloved Ginny.
Like some spell or a mere enchantment, Tom was nothing more than this to the Dark Lord. A means of magic that was needed to complete his mission. The essence of the boy was required to create the perfect mirage, an exact mask to hide the Dark Lord's true monstrous one, so that he may move forward with his plans for his new life after death.
Inhuman and evilly forced, he devoured that missing part of his soul, as a Dementor would swallow one's existence away...
Most had never seen such a profoundly sinful thing unfold. So horrendous, that even his followers could not bare watch, and they looked away from fear. Bellatrix however looked eagerly into the face of her lord jeering and chanting him on, and after a moment or two, his lipless mouth curled into something like a satisfied smile and he laughed softly. Now that this small obstacle was behind him he would move on to the next level of his plans. Warm air blasted through the slits that were his nostrils. There was no real change in his features. Yet all at once something inside him changed completely. His hands flew up to cover his mouth and he dropped to the ground on his knees. Dark and broken blue veins raced like a spiders web along his transparent body.
Bellatrix and Yaxley rushed to his side at once. "My Lord what is wrong…My Lord."
He shoved past them, pushing them away. He would not give in to a mere side effect. Perhaps this was normal, he thought, his mind began to blur and fill with unfamiliar images. But, He was not afraid, not in the least. He had endured far more than this. Taken part in magic most would not dare behold.
"My Lord let me help you!"
He then stretched out like that of a lazy cat and vomited upon the ground. The pale tips of his fingers dug into the earth. Bellatrix backed away in fear. He vomited again and the evilness spread out upon the ground like an hideous stain, it grew wider and painted the land around them all. like a blemish upon the land.
"What can we do!" shouted the others, wanting to help, but wanting to flee. There cries exploded into a screaming choas as they began to cower and run, pulling their wands wildly, and firing to break the invisible wall surrounding them. It held them captive, the beauty of the light beyond their was forbidden to them and they couldn't pass the darkness.
Bellatrix looked first to Lucius and then to her sister, Narcissa.
Narcissa, was rooted with fear, and drew her son closer.
The earth at their feet became covered and tarnished by the darkness that poured from the Dark Lords lips, every blade of grass became blackened as ash and withered into nothing. The land had cursed, and they tried, but no one could escape.
Swallowing a gasp of revulsion, Lucius searched his mind for an answer, a way to free them. But he had none. Narcissa had never witness this form of magic and she screamed for her husband protection. Night fell upon them, an unnatural darkness, no moon, nor a star above offered them refuge.
The Dark Lord, hurled more of his sickness upon the ground.
Then suddenly there was a moment of silence and several things happened all at once. There was a quake and it shook the air around them. It rattled the soil at their feet and several Death eaters fell to the ground from fear.
Bellatrix saw the a slender young girl, washed in light, her skin was clean and creamy, not like the soot-aged complexion of her own. and then suddenly there stood a small goat-like creature at the head of her Dark Lord. It wore a horn like that of a unicorn, it's coat, covered with golden scales. It's thick mane and tail, shone bright like that of summer sand, as if it had stolen the sunrise and brought it to their feet. Its horn and hooves were also gold and its eyes were deep.
Narcissa entered the hallway, where her sister Bellatrix and Snape had been waiting. She dropped another load of ruined sheets into the waste bin by the entrance, and order Draco to remove it from the house, and burn them. It was the seventh time today she'd removed the linen from his bed. No form of cleaning spell or vanishing charm would remove the sickness; the sheets were ruined.
Bellatrix made a face of disgust, and turned from the stench as Draco passed.
Voldemort's sickness carried well into the night. The disgusting odor that came from his room was that of rot, a repulsive smell, completely unpleasant, and it descended into every part of the Manor.
"I don't understand what is happening to him? There is nothing there, nothing more for him give. He hasn't eaten for hours. He empty now...he will die if we don't stop it, Severus-do-something!" cried Bellatrix.
"I have done everything -we must let this...thing run it course!"
"It cannot run its course you fucking idiot. He'd have puke his guts out by morn." Bellatrix shouted back. She appeared completely drained from hours of worry, and so white, that even she was now pale from dread. "What in the hell was that thing out there?"
"I don't know." replied Narcissa suddenly, she leaned against the wall behind her. The attempted to rub the soreness in her aching neck but the smell from her own hands turned her stomach.
"Severus!" demanded Bellatrix. "What was it?"
Snape, was slumped over in a chair, his hands folded into a ball and his head resting on them. He looked up as he heard her scream his name. "It was a beast -" he answer back.
"What kind of beast Severus?" asked Narcissa
He let out a heavy sigh. "A beast unheard of, - least of all seen, an aerial creature… ancient. Some know it to be a Ki rin, a sort of omen."
"Another one of your fucking omens. The Grim, a Ki rin…what next a fucking hinkypunk! I don't give a fly off Merlin's ass what it was. Get your ass back to the pathetic school and bring us back a potion that works!
"Don't be absurd sister! Why keep dumping potions down him they are simply not working, Severus is right, let what ever this thing he has done, run its course, we'll wait it out until morning. There is nothing more that can be done." Said Narcissa.
Bellatrix bit back another load of explosive swear words. She did not like waiting, and she did not trust either of them with the wellbeing of her master. "You have until morning or I'll kill you both."
Voldemort was fast asleep, every now and again he would move. Severus had taken watch for the night and now he too had fallen asleep. It was well past midnight and the lights were out in all the house. Voldemort's eyes shot open in the darkness and searched the room. Where was he? He did not recognize his surrounding. He shut his yes again and licked his lips, they felt strange and he was dieing of thirst. "Water," his voice was low and very weak "…water" he begged again.
From the darkness came a hand, lifting him, placing a glass to his frail thin lips and he drank.
His spidery fingertips closed in around Severus's wrist to help steady the glass. Slowly he forced his muscle to obey, forced them to work for him as he aided the stranger that offered him the glass. The terrible tension was beginning to leave his body, so that he could breathe easier now.
Snape lowered the Dark Lord's head back against the bed. He was very pale, so vague of color his skin appeared pearly beneath the moonlight.
Severus, simply did not speak. He was not sure of which direction the magic had gone. He was not a wizard suited for magic such as this, it was beyond his level. He was a potion's master, he knew only of medicine, roots and tonics. Not this area of magic. This was best suited for the likes of Dumbledore. But, his old friend was not with him now.
The Dark Lord looked up, after Severus lowered the glass.
"My Lord, can you hear me?" said Severus.
His eyes, Severus notice were not filled with the redness. They were life-like, almost normal, black as coal against the wizard pale skin, but normal and surely not the eyes of Voldemort.
"He's sleeping." The words his master mumble back were low, but they came from his own lips, then he rolled onto his side, covered his head and went back to sleep.
If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love.
~Albus DumbledoreHarry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Author's Note: Thanks so much for all the reviews, this one is a little harder to do. And I hope its not to confusing for you or me…..I have received wonderful reviews for this story which is strange because I never expected for the story to be read at all. I hope I don't let anyone down but it will not be a very long story. Curious about Ki-rin's well you can google a bit more information about them they are easy to find, or you may visit a page I've set up especially for this story on my profile page.