Sansa Stark walked towards then throne room to see her father, she wondered if she could even call him or it that anymore.
She had been there when he had slaughtered those people so carelessly, her father would never have done that.
The way he had forced the crowd to obey him, she could feel the thrum of something powerful in the air when he had done so.
She remembered the aftermath of his declaration as being Lord Voldemort.
Joffrey being the arrogant fool he was had said, "You may be Lord Voldemort, but I am still the King and..."
Before he could have finished, Voldemort forced Joffrey onto his knees and caused frost to spread up his arms.
"You dare address the descendant of Salazar Slytherin, Filthy Muggle!"
Then Cersei had run up and began pleading with Lord Voldemort to spare her son's life.
Lord Voldemort laughed and stared at her.
" Queen you shall be... until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear... Gold shall be their crowns and gold their shrouds,...And when your tears have drowned you, the valonqar shall wrap his hands about your pale white throat and choke the life from you" said Voldemort.
Cersei was gasping and stared at Voldemort in shock, "How.. how could you possibly..."
"I think it is time Joffrey got his shroud, wouldn't you agree..." Voldemort spoke
Cersei fell to the floor and began weeping, "Please... please... I will give you gold, jewels, anything but please spare my son"
Voldemort laughed and said, "If you care about him so much, do the deed yourself"
Then like a puppeteer he began controlling Cersei, he made her walk over to where Joffrey was sitting, then he forced her hands to wrap around Joffrey's throat and begin choking him.
She could see in Cersei's eyes how she was desperately struggling against Voldemort's control.
In the end Voldemort was too strong, Voldemort released Cersei from his control and she ran off holding the lifeless body of Joffrey close to her sobbing uncontrollably.
Sansa pushed open the doors and saw her father/Voldemort hissing to a pet snake that was curled around his neck. In one hand he was holding a stick made from weirwood and was using it to make a dead man dance.
When she saw his face, she nearly fainted from revulsion. He had begun to look less and less human every day. He had lost most of his hair by now and his skin had adopted a sickly pallid color, she could see the beginning of scales beginning to form on it as well.
Truly this was not her father at all, but some agent of the Stranger given mortal form.
Then it stared at her, "Foolish wench! Do you think I am still your father!" then it flicked his hand at her.
Sansa was felt searing heat envelop her body and was flung back a great distance.
"Was that really necessary?" asked Ned Stark who had taken up to the role of a conscience to Voldemort.
"Be grateful that she will live, she interrupted my studies, if it had been anyone else I would have let Jormungdr eat them"
Then Voldemort patted the head of his snake, and said, "Be silent Ned, I have much work to do, I must relearn the strange magic of this world"
Voldemort used his Occlumency to ignore Ned's voice and continued his studies of Necromancy
Melisandre gazed into the fire.
She was expecting to see nothing as usual.
Ever since the death of the last dragons, the maesters and even the priest of R'hllor said that magic was slowly dying out.
Still Melisandre kept up the practice with the hope that someday she would see something.
At first she was ready to assume that all she could see in the fire was smoke, but slowly she began to see images in the flame.
She saw a screaming woman being burned alive and on the pyre which she lay were dragon eggs which began to hatch.
Then she saw a tall figure with snake-live features standing in front of a crowd and using some power to force them to kneel.
So magic was indeed returning
But the snake-like figure troubled her.
She could see him calling up on the power of R'hllor but also using the power of the Great Other as well.
He also seemed to be on a path that would be most beneficial to the Great Other as well.
Already she could some of his experiments reanimating the dead, yes he needed to be stopped.
Melisandre took her gaze away from the fire.
She knew that someone needed to stop this man before he got too powerful, or he woke the Great Other.
However she could feel a sense of hope combating the sense of despair she felt.
Once more gazing into the flame she saw another figure holding a glowing sword above his head.
Azor Ahai reborn...
She knew she had to find this figure and help them in their quest to combat the Great Other.
In the far North, in the distant lands beyond the Wall, there lay a city made of shining blue ice.
Its inhabitants where not human but rather wights and Others.
In the center of this city there was a massive glacier.
Deep within this glacier an ancient presence lay entombed.
Now for the first time in thousands of years this presence began to stir once more.
Small cracks appeared in the glacier holding it.
Throughout the North and even the lands far South of the Wall men could feel this presence in their bones, and a chill crept up their spines.
They all knew one thing, "Winter was coming".
AN: I really could use a beta, so if anyone is interested please PM me. How do you guys like the direction this story's taken so far? Does Voldemort seem too powerful?