Title: Playing with Magic
Author: Lord Avaritia
Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Summary: We as humans do not have souls, we are souls, we have a body. But what if the Gods tore apart our souls? What if we're condemned to spend our lives in search of our other halves? Lord Voldemort would not submit to the whims of the Gods. He would be whole, powerful, and immortal. The price of such freedom be damned.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am not making any money from this (obviously).
Key:
'Thoughts'
Written text
"Voice of a God"
:Parseltongue:
-Chapter 2-
A Fate Worse Than Death
The night was alive and teeming with Magic. It danced in the brisk wind, rustled the leaves in the wise old trees, howled alongside the were packs, and pulsed between the stars that shone in the inky blackness of the sky. It was late and the moon hung high in the heavens, shining light on the quiet quaint homes of Godric's Hollow. The light of the full moon cast shadows among the houses of the village- shadows that seemed to come alive all at once, stealing slowly from the alleyways to pool in front of the gate of one the homes.
The pool of shadows grew and from that dark void stepped a man who appeared to be of shadows himself. He was an imposing creature and his Magic flowed from him in lazy, imperious waves. He stood before the gate of that home for a long time. He did not move, nor did he speak. But rather, the magic that flowed from him now gently washed over the gate of the house as if searching for something- a weak point.
It seemed to take a small eternity. Partially because the thoughts of this imposing shadowed man were so vast and loud that his true thoughts took time and diligence to decipher. And partially because the wards around this home were well cast.
'Will…not…vanquish…me' the man thought through the cacophony of his mind, a bitter sneer of determination set on his shadowed face.
A shock wave of magic blew around him and his sneer turned into a smirk of triumph. The wards had fallen. He let his Magic rush from his core- those once lazy waves now sharp blows to the door and walls of the house before him. Everything exploded in a deafening blast- pieces of plaster rushing past in every direction, but nothing touched the man. He just walked calmly forward- determined strides taking him closer to his goal- closer to immortality.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" cried a man just within the threshold of the obliterated entry way. Though his body was torn by glass and plaster he stood before the shadowed man, wand at the ready. He would fight for his family. But in a flash of green he was dead and the shadowed man kept walking forward not evening sparing a glance.
'Master of…my own…Fate' Nothing would stop him this night. He moved quickly up the stairs and blew open the door to the nursery with a blast of pure magic. Inside was a young mother with fire for hair standing protectively in front of a crib, wand loosely in her hand.
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead —" she pleaded through tears, dropping to her knees. Her wand forgotten beside her. The man stood before the young mother, shadows pooling around him as his magic whipped wildly around the room.
'Defied…me. But… Severus' his thoughts were taking longer to decipher now. The insanity was become so unbearable. He needed to be finished here.
With a slow hiss he said to the young mother, "This is my last warning —"
But she cried out again, "Not Harry! Please ... have mercy ... Not Harry! Please — I'll do anything." And like her husband she was gone in a flash of green.
Then it was just the man and the baby. And outside the wind howled, the wise old trees groaned, the were packs whined, and the Magic between the stars flickered.
The shadowed man raised his wand for the third time that night and for the third time spoke the killing curse, "Avada Kedavra!" And there was the terrible flash of green- but there was no death. Rather, as Fate had promised long ago there was a bond- a Soul Bond. And in the wake of that bond sat a scarred little boy and the ashes of the body of that shadowed man The Dark Lord Voldemort.
A/N: I know it has been a long time since I have updated- Sorry about that! I will try to update more frequently. This is my very first story, so please let me know your opinions. I welcome any and all reviews. Thank you for reading!