My Special Thanks

Hi guys! Thank you very much by sharing with me your ideas. I really appreciate it. I had quite a trouble trying to figure out how to merge all your ideas so it would flow with the story but I think this new chapter should go smoothly with the rest. You guys gave really good suggestions. So thanks again for your ideas and now I got the story all worked out. I don't think I have to mention any names bcos I'm sure you all know who you are.

Thanks again everyone,

Sasha

A little explanation of the story so far…

First of all I want to make it clear that I believe Voldemort is a half-blood (muggle-father and witch mother). So Faustus isn't a half-blood bcos both his parents have magical blood.

If you remember earlier in the chapter I mentioned Sebastian who is a half brother of Voldemort. Voldemort used him to give up half his soul to Voldemort who after the Battle of Hogwarts was left with only an almost lifeless soul without a body. Of course in return, Sebastian made Voldemort promise that he would help him become the head of the muggle government. (I think I didn't make this part clear.)

Now even though Voldemort is alive mostly thanks to his half-brother's soul, being an asshole that he is, Voldemort refused to continue living with his filthy muggle brother's soul residing within his body therefore vowing that this arrangement would only be temporary while he tries to hatch some other scheme that could make his soul 'pure'. [That's why Slytherin360 I can't use the idea about resurrecting his body than he will have to use a bone from his father totally reminding him of his muggle heritage. No no no no…..Not that I don't like your idea =)]

This is where Faustus comes in. Since Faustus is a pureblood and the only one whose soul is compatible enough to be merged with Voldemort's soul, he tried to perform a magic that would allow Faustus' soul to merge with his own thus discarding away Sebastian' soul making his ultimate dream come true.

Voldemort is now a pureblood but, one major problem, he doesn't have his body.

Ok, enough summing up now on with the story. Enjoy!!

::: Chapter 22 :::

Later that night……

I have to get that scripture first. No one must find it. The fate of the world lies in that scripture.

Voldemort glanced around the dark room with his hands in front of him trying to feel his way through.

Fuck! I should have taken my wand from Bella's room first before coming here. Now I have to do everything like a fucking muggle! Such a disgrace for a Lord like me!

Ouch!

What was that? Oh….the chair. Alright, if the chair is here, my safe should be…..down here!

He found the safe at the corner next to the bookshelves. The serpents that serve as a lock for the safe started slithering and hissing at sensing his closeness. With a hiss of parseltongue, the serpents started to clear away from the lock of the safe and it opened with a soft click. Voldemort reached in and pulled out the scripture. He brought it up closer to his face for a better view of it, just o make sure he got the right thing out. Then, he reached in again and this time, he pulled out a small silver plated medallion with an hour-glass in its center: The Time Turner.

Yesssss……..Exactly what I need.

He placed the scripture and the Time Turner carefully inside his robes, closed the door to the safe, muttered a word in parseltongue meaning 'Close', and skipped out of the den.

This is it, my Plan B. A good thing I got myself prepared for something like this to happen. Still, I have to find out why the spell did not work as well as I thought it would. Maybe if I get back to the time when our souls merged, I could figure out why my own body has rejected our soul and I wound up in this puny body. Whatever the matter, I must do it fast!

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The following day…..

"Faustus? Honey" Bella called out as she entered his room. Faustus was sitting at his study table. She noticed that he was deeply occupied with something and upon hearing her calling him, he immediately hid whatever it was that he was doing.

Damn it! Not now woman! I've been working all night trying to correct the spell I used on Faustus and myself and this is such a bad time! I've got to get rid of her!

"Yes Mother?"

"What are you doing honey?" Bella asked, looking in the direction where Faustus had hid the thing that had occupied him before.

"Nothing, Mother, I was just reading." He replied smiling up to her.

"Well I came to ask you what you'd like for breakfast." Bella said as she caressed her son's tousled hair.

"Well I don't care Mother. Anything will do. Can I have it in my room, Mother?"

Bella noticed that he seemed to have said in a terrible rush.

"Faustus….what are you…."

"Please Mother? Can I please have breakfast in my room?"

"Well yes, fine. But tell me what are you up to?" Bella said her eyebrows knitted together as she smiled at her son who can't seem to wait to get rid of her.

Faustus got off his chair and pulled his Mother's hand leading her towards the door while saying, "I'll have orange juice and chocolate chip pancakes. And please Mother I can't tell you what I'm doing. It's a surprise." He let go of her hand as they finally reached the doorway.

"A surprise?" Bella repeated.

"Yes, a surprise…for you." He said with a grin on his face. 'Now please Mother hurry up with my breakfast? I'm hungry."

"Alright. I'll be right back." Bella said giving her son a final quizzical look before she left for the kitchen.

Good! Now I can get back to my spell. I just have a little more to complete. Then I can go back in time and switch the scrolls so that I could perform the spell again.

He took out the scroll on which he had been scribbling the spell that he has corrected. Checking it again once more to make sure it was complete, he held the scroll in his left hand and with his other, he turned the Time Turner a few times.

The room began to blur, then it started to spin, slowly lifting his feet off the ground. The spinning started to go faster and faster that nothing was visible anymore.

Suddenly, it stopped and Voldemort could feel his feet on the ground again. The area around him started to gain visibility and he was right where he had meant himself to be: In his den.

Good. Now I have to do this quickly.

He glanced up at the clock n the wall.

I have 5 minutes to switch the scrolls and get myself out of here. That shouldn't be a problem.

Quickly, he went to the desk drawer where he knew he kept the old scroll and swapped it with his new one. Then, he heard footsteps; they were his very own.

Good luck!

Bidding himself good luck, he turned the hour glass forwards to get back to the future and as he was spinning in between the crevices of time, he smiled to himself.

Victory is surely mine.

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So do you think it worked?