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 5-
In the Lap of the Gods
The air was warm and moist, full of the rich smell of soil after a passing summer rain. She walked through the lush foliage of the forest, taking deep breaths of the clean air. Sunlight flitted through the leaves of the trees, bathing the forest in a green light. She walked slowly, Her bare feet enjoying the feel of the damp grass. It was peaceful here and teeming with the energy of life. Coming here reminded Her of the beauty of the world and helped solidify Her desire to aide all those who walked through life.
But Her sojourn within the forest was over before it had begun. She turned to face the interrupter, Her starlight eyes narrowing at their presence.
"Eris," She acknowledged, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Oh, do not be so longsuffering, dear sister," Eris cooed, "I come baring gifts!" With that She tossed a golden apple at Fate, who with a raised eyebrow, stepped aside so it fell to the ground. The apple rolled down a slight hill and Eris pouted Her full pink lips.
"I will not play your games Eris, nor dare I partake in any of your gifts least I suddenly find myself in the midst of a war, or worse yet, mortal!" At that Eris scuffed and leaned her small frame against an old tree, the rough bark biting Her pale skin.
"You wound me, sister. Besides, the apple is not the gift to which I was referring," the goddess twirled Her hand lazily and in it appeared more fruit, this time a ruby pomegranate. She did not speak any further nor did She spare Her sister another glance – instead busying Herself with the fruit. She cracked the pomegranate in half, it's red juice staining Her long, elegant fingers. She was just as breathtaking as Fate, but it was a very different breed of beauty. Where Fate had a presence of peace and rightness that flowed from Her in waves, Eris had a wild energy that was tempting and mischievous. And while Fate's eyes held reflected in them all the lights of all the stars, Eris' eyes were as black as the spaces between those distant stars.
Long minutes passed in silence before Fate relented, "And to what exactly where you referring then?" Eris smiled a wicked smile and pushed Herself away from the tree, tossing the empty skin of the pomegranate behind Her as She stalked up to Her sister.
She rose up on Her tip-toes, and gently pushed away Fate's long golden hair so Her cold breath just ghosted over the shell of Fate's ear, "Wouldn't you like to know?", She purred cruelly in Her deep voice. In Her excitement, Eris' power seeped from Her, freezing the ground where She stood on Her toes before She danced away from Fate.
"Cease this nonsense!" Fate's voices rang out in anger and frustration. She turned away from the other goddess.
Eris stopped her dancing and again a pout found its way to her lips, "You're never any fun." At this Fate turned back and gave Eris a pointed look. Eris sighed and Her wild energy seemed to drain from Her and the frost beneath Her toes melted.
In Her deep voice that brought with it a vast feeling of emptiness to mortals She spoke seriously to Her sister, "Hecate called me to Her counsel earlier. We shared many words. We spoke at length about the mortal you Favor. She wishes to also bestow him with Her blessings. But She has conditions – She wants to be allowed to bless his other half as well."
At this Fate frowned, "Hecate has already favored Tom with her gifts of Magic, why does She wish to bless him further? And what about you Eris? What is in it for you to be willing to play messenger?"
Twirling her black curls in absentmindedly, Eris replied, "Do not ask me to decipher the thoughts of Hecate. Though perhaps Her fondness has much to do with his respect of Her and the Old Ways of Magic. You are better aware of the state of the world than I, surely you can see how Magic is suffering." Fate considered the words of a moment, weighing the truth in them.
"And what about you?" She repeated, still unsure of Her sister's motives in this, "Wouldn't you delight in the suffering of Magic and of Hecate, oh bringer of Discord and Chaos?"
Eris growled, "Do not presume to know me. My titles are true but I am much more than those words. I am deeper than that. I am deeper than all things. I am the void!" Again the grass beneath Eris' feet froze, but this time as Her wild power poured out of Her it also frosted the leaves on the nearby trees and whipped up a cold and angry wind. But before Her power could truly surface, Eris closed her dark eyes and scuffed, letting the energy fall away.
"Besides, there is plenty in it for me," She retorted, "Those two mortal are amusing to observe and the path of their lives affect the paths of many others. If they are not agents of discord, consider me Aphrodite." At that Fate let out a laugh and Eris threw Her a cocky grin.
"Come along sister," Fate said, laughter still coloring her many voices, "we shall go visit Hecate and make our plans."
The change, just has the memories had been, was slow at first and then all at once. Harry first noticed it one night when his Uncle Vernon had come home drunk. It was the same old story that Harry had suffered through time and time again. And after the pain of fists and harsh words, Harry laid in his cupboard waiting for the onslaught of emotions to tear him apart from the inside out. But the anger never came, and neither did the guilt and shame – instead there was only a somber understanding and a slight pang of pity filling his chest.
The change was also in the way he spoke with Marvolo. He did not hate him, nor blame him for his past misdeeds. That was not Marvolo in those lives, just as that had not been him. It was a part of them, but not them. If Harry was being honest with himself, he loved the feeling in his chest that did not belong to him. He loved Marvolo as his closest friend, he respected him, and was indebted to him – and again if he was honest, in awe of him, just as he was in awe of the library. But all of that did not keep the changes within Harry from affecting their relationship.
Before Fate had bestowed upon him the visions of his past, he had listened to Marvolo in all things, trusting him to guide him. Now, however, Harry had his own thoughts that challenged his friend's in some ways, and this brought with it fights.
Harry shook his head as if that would clear it of those saddening thoughts. 'Today was to be a great day!' he told himself. Today was his birthday – his eleventh birthday – and Harry knew that today there would be no fights.
He smiled as he flipped the pancakes he was cooking for the Dursley's breakfast and hummed to himself softly – his previous thoughts now pushed away. He was so excited for this day! Hermione had gotten her letter months ago and since then he felt like time could not move fast enough. He was so ready to get out of here, so ready to live his life! He was looking forward to the freedom Magic would bring him.
Hermione, Marvolo, and him and everything planned out. Fate had even whispered to him in his dreams how to hide the letter when it came today. And Marvolo had shown him in his mind's eye how to get to Diagon Alley. He would take Hermione there tomorrow. Everything was falling into place and Harry could not have been happier.
And then a sudden snap of annoyance drew him from his thoughts just in time to keep the pancakes from burning.
He sighed, 'Thanks Marvolo, that was close.' A warm feeling spread through Harry's chest and he knew it was Marvolo saying he was most welcome. He smiled again as he plated the pancakes – yes today was going to be a great day.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I had some personal issues to deal with. However, things as much better now and I will have time to write again. Please leave a review, I would love to hear your opinions. Thank you for reading!