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Lady Voldemort
By Cherie Blosoms
Summary - They say he cannot love, they say he is only evil. But here is a tale hidden beyond the veil of power and evil. His one true love...but alas, they had to part as he went on his journey. But his feelings still stay dormant under his hood. Will he ever find her...his Lady Voldemort?
Lady Voldemort
Dear Diary,
People say that he is pure evil. So evil that some say there is no space left for other emotions like love, trust and happiness. Well, what if he did have a little bit of human-ness left in him? The little bit handed down to him by his father?
Sometimes, a shock can bring out old and forgotten memories. So can pleasant little things like an old silver pendant.
Of course you must be wondering what I’m rambling about. I’ll tell you, diary. But I think its best if I start from the beginning...
At the time, London was the prime choice for establishment for many wizards and witches. In London, one doesn’t often see large lawns and flowering gardens in the city. But this house was different. With a quaint little pool with clear water and flowering shrubs around it, it belonged to the Chesleys. Their blood was pure and they were among the noble families of the city.
It happened one fine summer day. On the compound wall sat a strapping, young lad of twenty one. He was pale and handsome and definitely not from those parts.
Now, one doesn’t normally look kindly upon strangers occupying their compound walls in a leisurely manner. And Lord Chesley was certainly such a man. His silver hair glistened and a fine moustache fit for a Maharaja that rested on his upper lip quivered.
“Vermin!” he hollered.
In a flash, a house-elf dressed in nothing more than a tea cozy appeared in front of him and bowed low.
“You called, master?”
“Get that rag picker off our property!” he roared.
“As you wish, master.” The elf disappeared just as quickly as he had arrived.
The elf mumbled a lot as he set to his task...well, master was reasonable...but he wanted more! And what kind of a name was Vermin anyway? What was he? A rat or something?
“No, I’m pretty sure you’re a house elf,” a voice drawled.
The elf jumped in shock. In all his muttering, he never realised that he had already reached the stranger!
But wait...how did he know what he was thinking about?
Definitely suspicious...
“Well, Vermin ,” the stranger drawled again. “Thatis your name isn’t it? When are you going to ask me to leave the property?”
Vermin looked up at the man, scared. This person could read minds! No way was he going to deal with him. Vermin exit, stage right.
“Master!” he rushed in, panting. “Master, that young man...!”
“Vermin,” Lord Chesley growled. “What are you doing in here without permission!”
“Vermin sorry, master! But that man read Vermin’s mind!”
The room’s other occupant, a nineteen year old girl, snorted.
“Vermin, youneed a mind to be read. And what’s this trash about some stranger being able to read minds?”
“Little mistress, the man on compound wall read Vermin’s mind!” the elf squeaked.
“Seriously, Vermin, you need to stop stealing Firewhiskey from Father’s cellar,” she rolled her eyes. “And now, where is this Mind Reader person?”
“Firewhiskey!” Lord Chesley demanded. “Vermin...!”
“Outside,” he squeaked quickly.
“I’ll get him off our property, Father,” she said haughtily, striding out.
“No...I’m pretty sure it’s a private mansion,” a voice grinned.
She stopped in her tracks.
“What the...!”
“Pleased to meet you, I’m Tom Riddle,” he kissed her hand in a gentlemanly fashion. “...this is when you tell me what your name is,” he added, dryly.
“Er...Alex!” she said quickly. “Wait a minute...”
“I would be happy to wait for hours for you, my dear,” he said, smoothly.
“No. Get off our property! Now!” she pulled her hand free from his grasp.
“My my, feisty are we?” he teased, his eyes sparkling.
“Leave this place at once, sir,” she repeated, coldly.
Tom regarded her beadily for a moment. And in a flash, he was over the wall and out of the estate.
She surveyed him carefully. He didn’t seem like any ordinary stranger to her...no...he was too...different.
“What’s the matter, Father?” Alex looked up from her book.
“It’s that dastardly fellow again! On our compound wall!”
Alex closed her book with a sigh.
“And none of the servants are ready to go and tell him to go away because that foolish elf told all of them that he could read minds!” he growled.
“I’ll take care of it, Father.”
“But what if you can’t, child?”
“Then, you can set the dogs on him,” she grinned, maliciously.
“Well, that is true...how can I surprise someone when they already know I’m here? Pretty hard, I would say.” A voice drawled in a teasing tone.
She jumped.
“You again! What are you doing back here?” she demanded.
“Well, I could say I was bored and decided I would come here and bother you lot again,” he considered, “But that would be lying. So, I’ll tell you the truth. I came to see you.”
“Me?” she faltered.
“Yes, you. Now,” he jumped off the wall and stood in front of her, “Don’t you think kicking people out of estates would be much pleasanter over a cup of hot tea?”
She looked at him in shock and amazement. Here she was trying to boot him out...and he offered her a cup of tea?
“Well?” he offered her his arm.
“Do you promise to stop bothering us after this?” she asked, wearily.
“We’ll see,” his eyes twinkled.
The days passed swiftly and Alex found herself enjoying Tom’s company more and more. His charming personality enchanted her and she felt herself falling deeper and deeper into his web...
Being an offspring of a Muggle and a witch, he was considered a ‘Half-Blood’ or a ‘Half-Breed’ and he loathed himself for it. He had long since renounced his muggle side. His duty was to carry out the noble work of his ancestor, Salazar Slytherin. He must cleanse the world of the dirty half-breeds and mud-bloods. What right had they to magic? None. Only pure-bloods have the right to be able to practice this powerful art.
In his Fifth year, he had tried to purify Hogwarts by unleashing the Basilisk. But then, he realised the importance of cleansing the whole world, not only Hogwarts.
He had devoted his whole life to this and he couldn’t give it up just like that. He knew he had to sacrifice his emotions, lest they get in the way.
“Alex,” he whispered into the cold night air, “I love you...but this cannot go on.”
“Good morning!” she chirped.
“Huh? Oh...yeah...”
“Tom...what’s the matter?”
“Alex, there’s something I need to tell you...”
“Yes?”
“I...well, I have to go on a journey.”
“Oh. When will you be back?”
“No...it’s a really long one and I doubt I’ll ever return.”
“Tom...?”
He explained the situation to her.
“I don’t want to involve you in this...so, this is farewell then...”
Alex was stunned. She wasn’t going to let him go!
“But...?”
“No buts. I have to go and that’s that!” he broke in, a trifle sharply.
He hated himself for being so rough, but there was no other way...
“Farewell, my love,” he whispered.
“But, Tom!”
However, Alex was a little late. Tom had already vanished.
He thrust his feelings aside gruffly and devoted himself to the Dark Arts.
He worked day and night, working to master them. Tom also contacted a few of his school-mates and started forming a small organization. He called them the Death Eaters and made sure that only the most loyal lived.
He tried to set up a base in Hogwarts, but Dumbledore refused to allow him to join.
“Fine,” he hissed angrily. “I do not need that job! We shall make do by ourselves!”
Dark days began...none were safe from the Death Eaters.
Hooded and clothed in black robes to signify the arrival of Death, they were Lucifer’s own children. Tom was finally able to discard his ‘filthy muggle name’ as he called it and became Lord Voldemort. His name struck fear into the hearts of many, so hardly was it ever uttered for fear of his wrath. Many joined the Dark Side, but some still resisted. Death was certain in the house above which the feared Dark Mark with the serpent protruding from its mouth was sighted. Many families were destroyed, many more suffered. The Aurors fought hard to control this reign of evil, but their efforts were in vain.
And then, at the height of his power, it happened.
A mere child with dark black hair and emerald green eyes was bestowed with a scar that would make him forever famous as the destroyer of Lord Voldemort. Barely a year old, he had somehow managed to defeat the greatest dark magician of all time.
For eleven years, Lord Voldemort disappeared. No one knew if he was still alive or if he had been vanquished forever.
“So, Harry Potter,” he hissed, “Are you ready to die?”
“Not before I kill you, Voldemort,” Harry replied, coldly. “You killed my parents, Sirius, Dumbledore...and now its your turn to die.”
He laughed coldly.
“You’re just as foolhardy as your father was,” he smirked. “And you’ve brought your little friends along too, I see.”
Around them, the war was at its highest. The Second War had begun.
Death Eaters of the new order fought against the Aurors, old and new. The sky had darkened considerably as dead bodies lay strewn in one’s path. Blood was splattered everywhere and the battleground was nothing less than gory.
“Well, Potter?” he held his wand up. “Ready to die yet?”
There he lay, the mighty Harry Potter bound up in ropes, his glasses half-destroyed.
Harry glared at him coldly. Here was the reason his whole life had been turned upside down. He was the one who killed his family...his friends...everyone. It was his fault.
Harry laughed.
“You should be ashamed of yourself. Look around you; your men who believe that you’re pureblood, killing people just because you are afraid of what they...”
“Shut up!” he roared. “You know nothing, boy! Magic must be kept pure! Mud-bloods cannot be allowed to use it!”
“Yet you can? You’re a half-blood, too and there’s no way you can deny it!”
The ropes that bound Harry tightened themselves.
Harry swore.
“Look at you,” Harry taunted, “Afraid of a seventeen year old, are we?”
Lord Voldemort simply sneered.
“Ahh, no, you aren’t going to die so easily, Potter. Do you remember the duel that we started three years ago in the graveyard? It is time we finish it.”
He waved his hand and the ropes faded away.
“Get up, you puny little twit,” he commanded. “Its time to see what Dumbledore taught you!”
Harry stood up slowly, rubbing his wrists. He was covered in scrapes and bruises and a particularly nasty cut ran down his left shoulder. He looked around, trying to see if he could find Ginny and the others.
“Looking for your girlfriend? I said Duel, boy!” he thundered.
Harry gave him a defiant stare and picked up his wand...
A year and a half of seeking horcruxes...fighting dangers and trying to protect his friends...hadn’t been wasted.
He breathed heavily, trying to steady himself.
Just then, a tall woman suddenly appeared.
“T...tom?” she whispered, kneeling down beside the almost-still body. “Tom?”
“A...alex...?” he coughed. His body was shrinking and wasting away. Around them the war had thinned down and many of the death eaters had fallen. Blood was everywhere.
“It is you!” she gasped. “But...what...?”
Harry watched shocked as Lord Voldemort smiled.
“Its time we said our farewells, my love...its time we said our farewells...”
Alex turned and faced Harry angrily.
“You did this to him!” she hissed. “You were the one!”
“Yes, I was,” Harry answered, defiantly. He couldn’t make head or tail of the situation, but he still tried to hold his ground. He wanted to find Ginny, Hermione, Ron and all the members of the Order and how they were faring.
“You shall pay!” she pulled her wand out. “Crucio! ”
Harry knew it was coming...he had known she would use it...but he couldn’t move...his weak limbs protested and he had been defenseless. He had tried to block the attack by shielding himself with a non-verbal spell, but she had broken through his barrier easily.
Even now, he didn’t feel the pain. Just a dull numbing sensation.
“Harry!” a voice screeched. Ginny ran towards him and knelt down beside him, barely paying any attention to Alex. She looked as though she had seen better days herself.
“I heard from Father about your...transformation,” Alex said, looking at Voldemort, “I tried so hard to contact you...but...”
“I did it on purpose,” he cut in, feebly.
“And then I became a Death Eater, in hopes of at least seeing you again. But you...” tears fell freely from her face. “Why, Tom? Why?”
He smiled once more.
“Farewell, my sweet...farewell...”
That night, I tried so hard to find him and finally did...when he was half-dead. But I got my revenge...I killed the Potter brat that night. Hah, he didn’t deserve to live anyway.
He tried to defend himself, but I killed him.
I tried to save Tom...but he was already dead inside. Those horcruxes had served their purpose well...they had both saved him and helped to kill him.
That night was so long ago...almost ten years have passed.
The Ministry rounded up all the Death Eaters, put them to trial and then shipped them off to Azkaban. I was sentenced to life for killing the Potter boy. There was actually an argument as to whether to kill us or not. Thanks to some nutter who felt that the worse punishment would be to suffer in Azkaban with the Demetors, we still live, if barely.
Bah...I also heard they erected some sort of memorial for Potter in London. How dare they...only the ginger haired girl can understand how I feel...when my one true love is snatched away the moment we are reunited. I am a widow in heart, if not in name.
I loved Tom dearly...as did he me. Those happy days long ago when Vermin found him on the compound wall...how I long for them...
I remember cursing each one of the Ministry officials...they must’ve thought I was crazy...and I was that night.
As I write this, I also hold up Tom’s parting present to me...a small silver pendant carved in the shape of a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth. The Dark Mark.
All the Azkaban guards and everyone in the Ministry think I am out of my mind. Well, they don’t know the truth, do they?
I realize the importance of Tom’s mission... he was right. Half-bloods and mud-bloods deserve to die.
Everyone thinks that everything ended that night ten years ago. How wrong...
I have managed to salvage some of the best death eaters, most of whom occupy the cells around me. The night is far from over yet. They have pledged their allegiance to me and wish to carry out the Dark Lord’s orders.
And since the Potter brat is dead, none can defeat us! Not even his friends or the Aurors.
After five years of crafting the perfect scheme, I am ready. We will leave starting tonight, after the moon sets.
I am, from this time forth, Lady Voldemort.
A/N - Mwahhahahahahahahaah! Ok, I know this one sucks...but be nice, ye kind lord/lady...leave me a review. I actually wrote it for a friend who calls herself "Lady Voldemort". She hates it...and now you do too...I know T.T
Reviews appreciated...flames welcome
Lotsa luv,
Cherie