Friend of Lord Voldemort
Summary: Alexander Viator is back in the game, and he's planning for a big surprise.
Pairing/s: AbelAlexander in this chapter.
Warnings: Blood and violence.
Disclaimers: Don't own Harry Potter.
Last chapter, folks! Enjoy!
Warnings for this chapter: Um, a bit of blood, a bit of torture, slash.
Dumbledore's face twisted and he all but growled out:
Alexander mock-bowed to the headmaster and said with a sweetly voice:
"Yes, I believe that's my name, Albus. Nice to meet you too."
"You died in 1941!"
The raven-haired man moved down the stairs slowly, twirling his wand in his hand. Everyone else was still, their eyes wide and staring at the man who just had looked like Harry Potter.
"Did I?" he finally said with a small smile. "Then how come I'm walking here?"
"Where is Harry?" Dumbledore shouted.
"Don't worry about Harry," Alexander said. "He didn't die too painfully. But you don't care about that right? You just care if he could kill Tom or not."
"You killed Harry Potter?" the headmaster said with wide eyes.
"In a matter of speaking, yes," Alexander said. "A little gift for Tom that's all."
Dumbledore raised his wand and screamed:
The curse speeded towards the man who did not move. It hit square in his chest and someone screamed. But they all stared in horror when he didn't move. He raised his head from where it had fallen when he had looked at the curse on his chest and locked eyes with Dumbledore. His eyes were shining with insanity.
"I don't think that trick will work on me again," he said gently.
Voldemort pulled on his battle robes while Abel and Theo coaxed Nagini to come out.
"Why would he do something so stupid to attack a whole school on his own?" Voldemort asked.
"Because it's Alex," Theo said. "You know him; reckless, impatient and no self-control whatsoever."
"He obviously didn't think ahead!" Abel said. "Let's not argue now; instead we should concentrate going to him!"
Voldemort rushed out from the room and met the Death Eaters.
"We are going to Hogwarts now," the man said. "If the wards don't allow us in, we will break in. Understood?"
They all cheered but the Dark Lord could care less. His big brother was alone against the leader of the Light. He had go get to him as soon as he could.
The students starred in horror at the man who had just withstood an Avada Kedavra. Dumbledore still had his wand out, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. Alexander continued to walk and said:
"Did you think that would be enough to kill me, Albus?"
"How?" the headmaster finally got out.
"How?" Alexander said. "Easy; I didn't die the first time you threw the Avada Kedavra on me. I just got sent into the future."
"I was sent to the year 1984," Alexander said. "A wee bit painful yes, but certainly not enough to kill me."
"You will die today!" Dumbledore shouted out. He threw a nonverbal spell and a bright red light came out from his wand. Alexander cast a Protego and then threw the shield and spell aside.
"I told you, old man, your tricks won't work on me," the raven-haired man said.
"You created Voldemort!" Dumbledore screamed and they all stared at the man with frosty blue eyes and a sickly gentle smile.
"I didn't," Alexander breathed out. "You did."
"I did what?" the man shouted, hysterical. "I would never create a monster!"
"You created Voldemort by 'killing' me," Alexander said. "If you hadn't, so many things would have been different. I gave Tom that name, yes, but I never said he should aim for world domination."
Alexander looked at the headmaster for a long time. Then…
"You know, once upon a time I didn't hate you," he said to the older wizard. "I didn't outright hate you until you tried to kill me with Veritaserum."
Gasps were heard but Alexander was not finished.
"I mean, what sensible teacher pours in a whole bottle of Veritaserum into a student?" he asked and Severus narrowed his eyes in anger at the headmaster, almost unconsciously. "After that, my passion became hating you. I guess it transferred to my friends as well."
"You destroyed so many people," Dumbledore said. "If justice had been done, you would have rotten away in Azkaban!"
"But I didn't," the raven-haired man said with a grin. "Why? Because who would think a sixteen-year old boy tortures a fellow student to insanity and acts like an assassin because he's bored?"
"I killed a few people back then," Alexander, waving his hand. "Can't remember them all."
"Gram Johnson?" Dumbledore asked.
The man blinked and thought for a while.
"He was probably one of them," he finally answered. "Who cares?"
"You're just a simple killer," the headmaster spat out. "Nothing else but a monster needed to be disposed off! You're insane!"
"Call me insane if you so wish," Alexander said with a feral grin. "I already know I am."
As if that was the trigger, the raven-haired man and Dumbledore ran towards each other wands out and both of them ready to kill.
Voldemort tore through the wards Dumbledore had created, his power rising frighteningly fast for each passing moment. His followers tried to keep up with him, but he was the first to get into the grounds. Theo, John and Abel followed next and they ran after the man as fast as they could. They would not let him down, and neither would they let Alexander down.
Alexander was over his head. Fighting the whole Order, Dumbledore and a few brave students was too much even for him.
Dumbledore felt victorious. Alexander would die and Voldemort would follow. And then the Wizarding World would be his.
He shot a nasty hex on Alexander and it hit him square in the chest that exploded in blood. Blood rushed out of the man's mouth and Dumbledore laughed. The others laughed too, or cheered.
All until Severus raised his wand and killed Moody. Dumbledore whirled around and met hateful obsidian eyes. The potions master was not afraid, not even as Alexander fell to the ground with blood gathering around him.
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and said:
"You shouldn't have done that, Severus."
"And you should never have pointed your wand against Alex, fool," a hissing voice came from the doors.
Dumbledore turned to see Voldemort stand there, his eyes crazy and his jaw clenched. The Death Eaters stopped as they saw the raven-haired man lying on the floor, blood gushing out from his wounds.
"You never heard an army against one isn't exactly fair?" Voldemort asked the old man as he slowly stepped down.
"Who cares in war?" Dumbledore asked. "I did what I had to. I killed so the Light could survive."
Just then Alexander's hand twitched. He rolled over and coughed. He sat up, his wound completely ignored. He held his pounding head with one hand, raised it to look at the dumb-founded headmaster and screamed out:
"That's it! THAT'S IT! I've had enough! I tried to play nice, but you just didn't get that! Fine! FINE! We'll play it your fucking way!"
Now the whole hall had regrouped; the Light by the Head Table and the Death Eaters with their children by the doors.
Alexander rose up, staggered and then straightened up with a snap. Draco, Pansy and Theodore Junior stood by their parents, or in Pansy's case, her grandfather John, and stared. Theo hawked slightly at the sight. His son Alexander, the blonde elder Malfoy and John turned to him. John sighed and said:
"That's our Alex, alright," Theo said thoughtfully. John looked at the bloodied man and said:
"He still freaks me out."
Theo made round eyes as he looked at John. So did Abel, who had mystically appeared with them. Finally the half-vampire said:
"My dear John, was there a time he didn't?"
They all watched in morbid fascination as Alexander's wounds healed and left him as he looked before. He grinned at the headmaster and said:
"Maybe I should've let you know I'm immortal."
Dumbledore screamed in rage and sent an Avada Kedavra against Voldemort. The Dark Lord threw it away lazily, his temper going down since Alexander was alright. He walked to stand beside his friend and Dumbledore said:
"You will not win! The Light always conquers the Dark!"
"Keep on talking," Alexander said, walking closer. "We don't care. We never cared of what you thought."
The man backed away but Alexander was suddenly in front of him. He slammed his palm into the headmaster's forehead and said quietly, for the old man's ears only:
"I want you to look. I want you to see what you did to me. Not only as Alexander Viator, but also as Harry Potter."
The scream tearing from the old wizard made the Light flinch. His withered hands clawed at Alexander but the raven-haired man only laughed at the pitiful excuse for human standing in front of him. Dumbledore's eyes rolled back and forth like on a crazy man as he felt all the pain Alexander had felt. He saw how much he had destroyed everything.
Before everything went black, he heard Alexander say gently:
"I was supposed to be the lightest and purest wizard in this world. But you know what? I ended up creating one of the darkest one. What's even better; I don't regret it one bit."
The Light screamed as they saw Dumbledore fall down, blood pouring from his eyes and ears. Alexander straightened up, took a deep breath and his voice echoed in the hall:
The Light was still for a moment. Then there was screams of rage and they ran forward. Alexander smiled and ran forward as well, the Dark following. They clashed together violently, spells flying all over the hall.
Alexander danced around the people, searching for a certain bushy-head. He found it soon enough and grinned as Hermione saw him. Her eyes were filled with hatred and she threw a handful of hexes and jinxes at him. He laughed and blocked them all. He almost danced forward, and Hermione was horrified he was laughing so easily, so lightly. Like he hadn't just killed the Light's leader!
"You monster!" she screamed. "You will die for killing Ron, Harry and Dumbledore!"
"You don't even care about Harry," Alexander said sweetly. "Why should you want to revenge his death?"
"Because thanks to you we can't win!" she snarled. "Harry was needed to kill You-Know-Who!"
The raven-haired man had the nerve to smile at her. He twirled his wand around and said:
"Your right leg is broken, my dear."
She screamed in pain as the leg snapped underneath her. She fell down, eyes wide as she stared at him.
"Now, your right arm is going to be ripped off."
Voldemort heard the blood-hurling scream and looked over. His already pale face became white.
Hermione Granger, the Mud-blood, was holding the stump of her right arm while she screamed her lungs out. Alexander cocked his head as he looked at the mess he had created. He shrugged finally and Voldemort heard him say:
"Now, your eyes seem to be gone."
The Dark Lord shuddered at Alexander's evil grin. His big brother was crazy, he knew that, but ripping someone's eyes out… that was cold.
And yet Voldemort knew the blue-eyed man enjoyed every single moment of it.
The battle was short, intense and bloody. When they were finished, the Dark stood as victors. The Order lay scattered around, blood covering the floor and moaning was heard from the people who were still alive. Terrified children, those who had survived, were in groups, wailing and cowering away.
Alexander felt the power surge through his veins and he felt giddy. This was heaven, pure paradise. His robes were drenched in blood but he didn't seem bothered by it. He smiled to himself and watched his little brother command the Death Eaters around. Theo and John were sitting on the stairs with Abel, all three out of breath and minor injuries. He made his way over to them. Theo smiled and said:
"Did you have fun?"
"Yes," Alexander said. "Too bad it's over already."
"You look horrible," Abel commented. "First thing when we get back to Tom's Manor is throwing you into a bath."
"Why thank you," the man said and sat down. "It's just my clothes."
Abel rolled his eyes. His nose scrunched up and he said:
"Alex, I smell your blood."
"I maybe have a cut or two I didn't heal," the man replied. "No big deal."
"No big deal," John repeated. "No big deal my ass."
Voldemort fought the urge just to pull Alexander close and Apparate to his Manor where no one would interrupt them. He had been terrified when he first saw Alexander lying on the ground, blood seeping out of him. Then the terror had turned to hysterical humour as the man shouted at Dumbledore, and the humour had turned into pleasure as he saw his big brother kill Dumbledore. His mind had changed moods all day, and he was getting a massive headache.
Yet he walked calmly down the path towards where you could Apparate. They had achieved a great victory this day, and Alexander had managed to turn a few students and teachers to his side. Minerva McGonagall had been given the truth by Alexander and had smiled sadly. She had nodded and said she would help them.
They had burned the bodies, after writing the names down and then decided the Ministry could wait until tomorrow. So now he was walking with Alexander by his side. The man was absently humming on something as he took light steps next to the Dark Lord. Voldemort got the feeling Alexander wanted to dance down the path. His big brother had always been like that.
They finally came to the point where they could Apparate, and Alexander smiled at him.
"Mind if I tag along with you?" he asked the Dark Lord. "I'm a bit tired…"
Voldemort held out an arm and Alexander wrapped his arm around the man's waist. They spun on the spot and disappeared.
They arrived in the Manor and Voldemort said:
"Alright, alright," Alexander muttered. "You sound like Abel."
"Where is he?"
"He should be coming any minute."
True to his words, the half-vampire arrived a few moments later and sat down on the closest chair. Alexander danced up the stairs to take the bath he was ordered to. Voldemort sat down next to Abel. They were silent for a while. Then…
"I'm never going to let him rise from the bed again," Abel said.
"I was just about to say that," Voldemort said and they looked at each other.
"Dear old Alex," the white-haired man said. "He's going to be the death of us…"
Voldemort could not help but agree.
Alexander grumbled as he was pushed down onto the bed and said:
"I'm not even sleepy."
"You're going to stay in that bed," Abel warned before settling down himself.
"Can't make me," Alexander said with a cheeky grin. The grin disappeared however as fangs sunk into his neck. He moaned and grabbed the white hair. Voldemort watched Abel suck lightly and his big brother's small tremor.
After a few more sucks Abel raised his head and licked the blood around his lips. Alexander slumped against the pillows and groaned.
"Great," he mumbled. "Now I can't get out of bed."
"That was the point," Abel said. "If you are good, I won't repeat that again."
"You will still suck my blood," Alexander complained.
"Yes, but I won't take as much as I did now," the half-vampire said. "Now go to sleep and stop making us worried."
Alexander felt the bed dip as Voldemort sat down and then two arms wound themselves around his waist and the Dark Lord's head came to rest upon his shoulder.
"I'm fine," he said automatically.
"I'm telling you, if you scare me like that again…" Voldemort warned.
"I thought I was supposed to be the one who worried."
"I'm not an idiot like you, Alex."
Two months later
Alexander looked out at the scenery, feeling at peace. Arms encircled his waist and Abel breathed into this neck.
"What do you want?" he asked the half-vampire.
"You looked cold," the white-haired man said, nuzzling his neck. "My marks are still there."
"Of course they are," Alexander replied irritably. "You almost tore my throat open."
"I did no such thing!" Abel said, offended.
Alexander snorted and he was turned around. Abel nibbled on his lips and whispered:
"But you have to admit you love me."
"Why should I?" Alexander said, teasing.
The taller man captured his lips and Alexander moaned. Of course he loved Abel; he had come to realize that. He loved the nagging half-vampire as much as his soul could; a different love than the brotherly love Alexander had for Voldemort. It was deeper, and made him feel better for each passing day.
"Alright, love-birds, time-out."
Abel whined and looked at the grinning Voldemort.
"Shush, away!" the half-vampire said, waving his hand like Voldemort was a small naughty child. "This is not a sight for children!"
"You call me a child?" Voldemort asked, eyebrow raised.
"Well, you do look younger than us…" Abel said.
"Just because I look like I'm twenty doesn't mean I am," Voldemort snapped.
Alexander laughed at them both and they turned to look at him.
"What is it?" Abel asked.
"Nothing," Alexander said. "I just… I just feel so happy."
"Happy with us?" Abel asked.
"Happy with how everything turned out," the raven-haired man said. "Happy how I found you, happy that I have a little brother like Tom…"
It was not often he admitted that, but Voldemort and Abel were working together with Theo, John and Abraxas' portrait to break his high walls down.
Later that night
Alexander watched the stars. It was in February, and still rather cold. But he enjoyed the cold and closed his eyes for a moment. So much had changed…
The Ministry was now ruled by Lucius Malfoy, and the man was perfect for that. Hogwarts was up and running, Minerva as the Headmistress and Severus as Deputy Headmaster. They ran the normal classes, as if nothing had happened. In fact, not many things had really changed. Dark Arts were of course more accepted now, even if they had the normal share of rebellions.
Remus Lupin had listened to Alexander's tale, seen the memories for himself and then hugged the blue-eyed man for a long time. He had then smiled, a bit sadly, and said he was proud. The man now worked at Hogwarts as the Defence teacher.
Alexander and Abel were living in Riddle Manor with Voldemort; Carmilla visited as often as she could since her wanted-poster was gone and she was free of all charges.
Alexander opened his eyes and smiled.
"Lords comes and goes," he whispered to the stars. "But I will make sure this lord will remain."
That's the ending! Hope you all liked my story.
I don't know if I make a sequel to the sequel yet, but I won't make one right now. I got too many stories started. Maybe later I will return to this and make a sequel… to the sequel. -laughs-
Until another time,