Dark Lord Reborn

Part One: Recovery

or

The Dark Lord’s Rebirth: Three Weeks

(this might get a little amusing lol! note: Think Ralph’s Voldemort, I love his blue eyes. What happens when two who are pretty good at the mind thing accidentally take a peek into each other.)

Chapter 2

“GGaaahhh!! This is humiliating!”

“Stop it, you’re acting more like a petulant little brat than a great wizard!” She grabbed a flailing arm, holding it down, he was strong for such a skinny little thing. He’d been gaining strength since taking the potion. She grabbed his other arm, joining that with his other pinned arm. “Stop this silliness right now! You stink!”

“The Dark Lord doesn not stink! Why I ever agreed to this ludicrous proposition, I’ll never know!” He yelled back, still raspy. “No one lays a hand on the Dark Lord ever! Not even for a bath! Leave me alone!”

“I don’t want to use a binding spell my Lord, now stop!”

“No!”

She held his arms down away from his face, she looked him into his deep dark blue eyes, “You may be the most powerful wizard there is…but you’re still human, and you’re still disabled!” She didn’t wait for his reply, she started pulling off blankets and robe. “It was any wonder your own mother could handle you! Were you this bad when she tried to bath you?!”

He suddenly stopped and looked up at her with confusion on his face. “I..had..no mother. “ He growled, “I am an orphan. My pathetic excuse for a mother abandoned me when I was born. She is dead.”

She also stopped struggling with him, letting his arms go. She was more surprised to hear something quite personal such as this. She never knew, she regretted not speaking to him at school. He was lonely, she was sure of it.

“I...I’m sorry my Lord. If I only knew…”

“It matters not. She was weak, she abandoned me.”

“Father?” Esmeralda dared to ask.

“Long gone, dead…by my hand. As well as his parents. They were worthless to me.”

“You wouldn’t be here without them my Lord.” She had sat down on the bed beside him, listening. She’d never try to change him, never in a million years, but she would be, if it can be described as such, a friend. “I, for one, appreciate your presence.” She chose her words carefully, it would only infuriate him if she spilt all her childhood silliness all over him. “My only wish is to see you gain what you want.”

He scoffed, he wasn’t stupid. She was brown-nosing, he’d heard plenty of that…where though? He blinked…some other witch…wild hair…cackling laugh…

….some other crazy witch who was foolishly in love with him….he couldn’t picture or remember the name though.

“I don’t appreciate yours!” He turned his face away from her and remained silent.

She reached down, scooting her hands under him, to pick him up. She cradled the wizard, who in reaction glared into her eyes. He lifted his hand putting it on the right side of her face, his gaze unwavering.

They both seemed to freeze, he tried to look inside her mind, he was too weak to delve any deeper than the most recent events in her memory. He saw her speaking to the blonde long haired man, maybe that was the Lucius person, then it swirled to her arriving at the house…the halls looked familiar to him. She sat in a large chair…his chair…his house…he was home.

His vision blurred to King’s Cross, he saw her pick him up and cradle his wretched soul motherly, and disappear. She indeed pulled him from an endless life of hell and pain. For this, he began to hold a inkling of gratitude.

He stopped his prying…he felt a sudden jolt, his face horrified. She returned the favor, peering into his mind only slightly. Suddenly, beyond her control she was pulled in by something unknown to either party. He was too weak to fight her, he was stunned. “No…don’t!” He shook with fear, his deepest secrets were wide open to her and she fell right into them.

She saw so much. Loneliness, his heart was cold. So cold. She could almost shiver. Hatred… so much hatred…it was dark, like venomous black spiders weaving webs, black ice on the road, death was at every corner. She saw memories…the deaths of his father, his grandparents…green flashes struck them down…then years of dark magic swam into view, strange ugly and odd wizards and witches, performing even more frightening rituals and incantations, what did this poor Tom Riddle get himself into? Where did this pure raw hatred stem from? Even dark wizards and witches, including her had the capacity for kindness and love…she found nothing of the kind in his mind or heart. There had to be an answer, somewhere some how…she dove into his core being, a sleeping protected the deepest reaches of his mind. The things he feared.

Here it was the coldest.

Death.

He feared death.

The snake represented his worst fear. But did he realize that snakes also represent life and rebirth. Yes, he must...he held onto life just barely though.

She was surprised, the most powerful man on earth...feared something so basic, a part of life death was, she assumed his deformed appearance and hold on life was from so many rituals, spells, charms and who knows what else from the darkest of dark magic he could find. He cheated death. She admired him for the guts he had to brave this sort of madness, but was it worth it she wondered?

The sleeping snake looked weak, skinny, as if it had the life beaten out of it. It was sad. She looked behind it, finding a door. It must have been protecting it.

She reached out and gripped the door handle and pulled. A flash of bright light blinded her and was instantly thrown from his mind, jerked back into the real world with a frightened gasp.

Both were gawking at each other, eyes wide and wary.

He was scared. He’d never shared his memories this much with anyone. She seen it all, felt it all…what did she think of him now?

Then his expression changed. His brow furrowed, his eyes narrowed. Why the hell did he even care all of a sudden?

“I told you,” he whispered, “Not to do that!”

She snapped out of it, “I..I’m sorry..My Lord…I’m so sorry. I had no control! I don’t know what happened.”

“I do not care!”

“Your secrets will never be repeated, ever. I swear it, my Lord, Never!” She was now becoming a bit frightened. She’d angered him, even in this state, he was frightening. “Please, please…this never happened. I don’t know…I know nothing!”

He said nothing, his anger was evident enough.

She proceeded to do as she needed, to bath him despite his idle curses that had hardly any effect; this of course only angered him more. Even more so as she dipped him in a tub, quickly going over his body with soap and then drying him off. By then he settled down with a looked like a permanent scowl on his face. She laid on top the bed, on top of a clean robe inspecting his growth. She was pleased. There seemed to be a bit of filling in between the ribs, and his arms and legs looked a little thicker. She wanted to reassure him desperately, bring him back to a good mood.

“You’re growing, my Lord.” She stated quietly. “Three weeks you should be up and walking. Your magic should return shortly after.”

He laid quietly, his soul had been out in the open for her to see, he cared not that his stunted body was also. He was confused, what happened? He had only tapped her mind slightly, which was all he could manage but as he pulled away with the small feeling of gratitude, she was pulled into his own mind. What made that happen? Accidental or on purpose? Why didn’t she leave, why didn’t she get out of his mind? It was none of her lousy business what he was, or who, or any of that!

He barely felt her pulling his arms through the sleeves of the robe or covering the lower half of him, or tying of the robe. He suddenly knew what the feeling of being violated…but why feel this way now? What was confusing him?! What did she find? What the hell happened? He was beginning to feel different.

In bed now, silent and secure, he looked lost.

With classic bad timing, a man apparated into the room. Esmeralda turned with wand out just in case, she was his servant after all. She let her breath out and lowered the wand as it was Lucius. Third day, oh yeah.

“Well?”? He looked expectantly, “How is he? Is he recovering??” He asked forcefully.

“He is, slowly, recovering. Three days he is beginning to fill in, his body has just began the regrowth process. I’ve estimated in three weeks time, he will be up. His magic should return to him shortly after.”

“His magic? He is unable to use magic?” He asked as if this was the most absurd thing he’d ever heard before. He rushed at her, getting inches from her face. “Do you know who this is witch? He is the Dark Lord! The most powerful-“

“Stuff it Mister Malfoy, I know who this is. Why do you find it so important to remind me with redundancy?” She eyed him, then pushed him away. “Give it a rest. You need a breath mint by the way.” She turned back to her charge, who had pulled himself up into a fetal position, well hidden in his robe. She placed a hand on his body, feeling a bit protective over him. “What is the rush? This man needs time, and patience. He’s nearly spent all my patience just in these three days Lucius, have you ever tried to bath a dark wizard before? Or argue with him, or feed him? What is so important that you seem to think he’ll be fine in a day?”

“Right now…..we’re in a good position to strike the Ministry again but we’ve agreed no without our Lord and Master, we need Lord Voldemort. He has plans, great plans…a pure blood race.”

“I see, he wants a pure blood race…fine and dandy but right now your commander in chief is disabled, he can hardly remember anything. Leave him alone. Three weeks time Lucius.”

She thought it a little amusing. He was a half-blood, but his hatred towards his muggle father…yeah that could do it. Funny she didn’t find any of this great plan in his mind.

“Three weeks Lucius, I don’t want to see you near this house until then!”

“I will return.”

He disappeared and they were alone again.

“My Lord, he is gone. Let me feed you so you can get on your way. I will be proud to see you standing tall, powerful…” She left out handsome…she honestly didn’t know how he’d look once he was grown. How she felt so horrible of the events of this evening. She hoped somehow he would trust her once more.

(note: I have no idea if anyone’s really reading this thing(except for you Rene ;P), it's fine. I’m writing it for my own fun…I like putting my favorite characters in odd situations..I’m notorious for that. All I see on here are silly Voldemort stuff or something I find offensive, Voldie slash that to me is just wrong. So this is something different. Centric on HIM. I’m winging the whole Legilimens mind thingy, shoot me if I’m way off base, but oh well!)