Suppression of light... Obsession to light

Last time ~

My voice was low and menacing. "And so, you propose an alliance."

Marvolo's eyes seemed to burn with intensity. "We can share Harry, rule him together. No one else will ever have him."

My smile was a thin, cruel line. "I accept your proposal. We will share Harry, equally, with no one having priority over the other."

Marvolo eyes seemed to gleam with triumph. "Then it is settled. We will rule Harry together, forevermore."

As the two Voldemorts sealed their pact, they succumbed to the all-consuming madness of their obsession, forever trapped in the abyss of their own twisted desires.

No one's P.O.V ~~

As the two Voldemorts sealed their pact, the air around them seemed to grow thick with malevolent energy. The present Voldemort's eyes gleamed with excitement, while the future Voldemort's gaze seemed to bore into the very soul of the boy who was the object of their obsession.

"Harry Potter," Tom whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "He will be our plaything, our pawn, our servant."

Marvolo nodded in agreement, his eyes flashing with intensity. "We will break him, mold him, shape him into the perfect servant. And when we are done with him, he will be nothing more than a shadow of his former self."

As they spoke, the darkness around them seemed to coalesce into a tangible presence, a living, breathing entity that pulsed with evil energy. The two Voldemorts reveled in its power, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.

Marvolo's eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in the memories of his past. "Harry Potter," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "He was my world, my everything. I loved him, obsessed over him, and ultimately, I destroyed him."

Tom's gaze was fixed intently on Marvolo, his eyes burning with a mixture of curiosity and understanding.

"In the future, I had him right where I wanted him." Marvolo continued, his voice dripping with malice. "He was mine, body and soul. But even that wasn't enough. I had to break him, mold him, shape him into the perfect servant. And when I was done with him, he was nothing more than a shadow of his former self."

Tom's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement, his breathing growing more rapid as he listened to Marvolo's words.

"But despite everything I did to him, Harry still managed to defy me," Marvolo said, his voice cracking with emotion. "He still managed to hold on to his sense of self, his sense of purpose. And in the end, it was that which ultimately destroyed me."

Tom's gaze was fixed intently on Marvolo, his eyes burning with a mixture of curiosity and understanding. He could feel Marvolo's emotions, his love and obsession for Harry Potter. And he knew that he felt the same way.

"Harry Potter," Tom whispered, his voice barely audible. "I can feel it, the same emotion that drove you to madness and destruction. I can feel my own love and obsession for him, growing with each passing moment."

Marvolo's eyes snapped back into focus, his gaze locking onto Tom's. And for a moment, they just stared at each other, their eyes burning with a mixture of love, obsession, and madness.

Marvolo's expression twisted into a snarl as he spoke of Harry's friends. "They dared to try and take him away from me," he spat, his voice venomous. "Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and all the others... they thought they could just waltz in and steal him away from me, after everything I had done to make him mine."

Tom's eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying as he listened to Marvolo's words.

"They were so blind, so foolish," Marvolo continued, his voice dripping with contempt. "They thought they could just 'save' him, 'rescue' him from my clutches... but they didn't understand. Harry was mine, and I would never let him go."

Tom's face twisted into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. "Yes, those insolent fools," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "They dared to challenge our power, our authority... but they will pay for their defiance."

Marvolo's expression contorted in a mixture of rage and sorrow as he spoke of Harry's fate. "Those fools, they meddled with forces they didn't understand," he spat, his voice venomous. "They pulled triggers and cast spells, trying to break the bonds that tied Harry to me. But they didn't realize, they didn't understand... that Harry's mind was already mine."

Marvolo's eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in the memories of his past. "The confusion, the pain, the anguish... it was all too much for him. And in the end, he took his own life, rather than continue to suffer at their hands."

Marvolo's voice cracked with emotion, his eyes flashing with anger and regret. "They took him away from me, those fools. They took away the one person who truly understood me, truly loved me. And now, he's gone, lost to me forever."

Marvolo's eyes blazed with determination, his voice dripping with malice. "That is why I have come here, to this moment in the past," he hissed. "I will not let those insolent fools take Harry away from me again. I will kill them, every last one of them, before they can even think of trying to rescue him."

Marvolo's face twisted into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. "I will change the course of history, I will alter the fate that was written. And when I am done, Harry will be mine, forevermore."

Tom's eyes locked onto Marvolo's, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "We have both loved him, obsessed over him, and sought to claim him as our own," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice.

Marvolo's eyes gleamed with an unholy light as he reached out, his hand extending towards Tom. "Then let us make him ours, together," he hissed, his voice barely audible.

Tom's hand reached out, meeting the Marvolo's in a cold, calculated grasp. As their hands clasped together, a dark energy seemed to emanate from their joined palms, pulsating with an otherworldly power.

"Ours," they whispered in unison, their voices dripping with malevolence. "Harry Potter will be ours, forevermore."

As the two Voldemorts stood together, their hands still clasped in a symbol of their dark union, Marvolo turned to face Tom's followers. The Death Eaters, who had been dismissed before were called again. They were watching the scene unfold with a mixture of confusion and fascination, now gazed upon Marvolo with a sense of unease.

"Behold, my faithful followers," Tom declared, his voice dripping with malice. "This is Marvolo, my... counterpart, who has traveled back in time to join us."

Marvolo's eyes seemed to gleam with an otherworldly intensity as he began to speak. "I have come from a future time, to guide and assist you in your quest for power. My knowledge and experience will be invaluable in helping us achieve our ultimate goal."

The Death Eaters exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to make of Marvolo's words. Tom, however, seemed to be savoring the moment, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Marvolo's presence here is a sign of great things to come," Tom continued. "Together, we will be unstoppable. The future is ours to shape, and with Marvolo's guidance, we will achieve greatness."

As Tom finished speaking, the Death Eaters began to murmur among themselves, their voices filled with a mix of awe and trepidation. Marvolo, meanwhile, stood tall, his eyes fixed upon Tom with an unnerving intensity.

Let's explore the reactions and motivations of individual Death Eaters.

Bellatrix Lestrange, in particular, seemed both fascinated and intimidated by the future Voldemort's presence. Her eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity as she listened to his words, and her voice trembled with a mix of awe and fear.

"My Lord," she whispered, "I am honored to serve you, no matter which... incarnation you may take."

The future Voldemort's gaze settled on Bellatrix, and he smiled, his lips curling upward in a cold, calculating smile.

"Ah, Bellatrix," he said, his voice dripping with approval. "Your devotion is... admirable. I have no doubt that you will continue to serve me faithfully, even in the face of... uncertainty."

Rodolphus Lestrange, on the other hand, seemed more cautious in his approach. His eyes narrowed as he listened to the future Voldemort's words, and his voice was laced with a hint of skepticism.

"My Lord," he said, "forgive me, but how can we be certain that this... future incarnation of yours is genuine? How can we trust that you are not simply manipulating us for your own purposes?"

The future Voldemort's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Ah, Rodolphus," he said, "your caution is... wise. But I assure you, I am quite genuine. And as for my purposes... let us just say that they align with yours, for the time being."

As the future Voldemort continued to address the Death Eaters, it became clear that not everyone was convinced of his sincerity. Some seemed to be weighing their options, wondering whether to pledge their allegiance to this new, mysterious incarnation of their dark lord...

Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf Death Eater, seemed to be sizing up the future Voldemort with a mixture of curiosity and hostility. His eyes narrowed as he listened to the future Voldemort's words, and his voice was low and menacing.

"I don't like this," he growled. "You're telling us that you're the future version of our Lord? How can we trust you?"

The future Voldemort's gaze settled on Fenrir, and he smiled, his lips curling upward in a cold, calculating smile.

"Ah, Fenrir," he said. "Your... instincts are correct. You should be wary. But I assure you, I am the genuine article. And I have a proposal for you, one that will benefit both of us greatly."

Alecto Carrow, on the other hand, seemed to be entranced by the future Voldemort's presence. Her eyes shone with an unnatural light, and her voice was barely above a whisper.

"My Lord," she breathed. "I am honored to serve you. Your power is... intoxicating."

The future Voldemort's gaze settled on Alecto, and he smiled, his eyes glinting with approval.

"Ah, Alecto," he said. "Your devotion is... palpable. I have no doubt that you will serve me faithfully, and that together, we will achieve great things."

Rabastan Lestrange, seemed to be watching the future Voldemort with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. His eyes narrowed as he listened to the future Voldemort's words, and his voice was laced with a hint of skepticism.

"I'm not sure I understand, my Lord," he said. "You're telling us that you're from the future, and that you've come to guide us? How do we know this isn't some kind of trick?"

The future Voldemort's gaze settled on Rabastan, and he smiled, his lips curling upward in a cold, calculating smile.

"Ah, Rabastan," he said. "Your caution is... wise. But I assure you, I am not here to deceive you. I am here to ensure our ultimate victory, and to guide you on the path to achieving it."

Barty Crouch Jr., on the other hand, seemed to be fascinated by the future Voldemort's presence. His eyes shone with an unnatural light, and his voice was barely above a whisper.

"My Lord," he breathed. "I am honored to serve you. Your power is... incredible."

The future Voldemort's gaze settled on Barty, and he smiled, his eyes glinting with approval.

"Barty," he said. "Your devotion is... admirable. I have no doubt that you will serve me faithfully, and that together, we will achieve great things."

As the future Voldemort continued to address the Death Eaters, it became clear that he was carefully manipulating each of them, playing on their individual fears, desires, and motivations. 

Marvolo's cold, calculating voice cut through the murmurs of the Death Eaters, silencing them instantly. His eyes scanned the room, his gaze lingering on each of them before finally coming to rest on Tom.

"And if anyone has something to say, say it to me," Marvolo commanded, his voice devoid of emotion. "And let us be clear: the name 'Marvolo' is for him alone," he said, his gaze flicking towards Tom before returning to the Death Eaters. "You will address me as 'Lord', just as you do him."

The Death Eaters nodded hastily, their faces pale and fearful. Bellatrix Lestrange was the first to speak up, her voice trembling slightly.

"Yes, Lord," she whispered, her eyes fixed on Marvolo. "We will obey."

The others followed suit, their voices barely above a whisper as they pledged their loyalty to Marvolo. Tom watched the scene unfold with a mixture of fascination and amusement, his eyes gleaming with pride.

As the Death Eaters finished their pledges, Marvolo's gaze swept the room once more, his eyes lingering on each of them before finally coming to rest on Tom.

"It is done," Marvolo said, his voice cold and detached. "We are united, and together, we will achieve greatness."

Tom smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Together, we will conquer all," he whispered, his voice filled with anticipation.

Marvolo's expression remained unchanged, but a faint glimmer of approval seemed to flicker in his eyes. "Yes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Together, we will be unstoppable."

With a wave of his hand, Tom dismissed the Death Eaters, his eyes never leaving Marvolo's face. "You may leave us," he said, his voice cold and detached. "We have matters to discuss, alone."

The Death Eaters bowed, their faces pale and fearful, before backing away and disappearing into the shadows. The room was silent once more, the only sound the soft hum of dark magic that seemed to emanate from the two Voldemorts.

Tom gestured to a pair of chairs, his eyes never leaving Marvolo's face. "Let us sit," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "We have much to discuss, Marvolo. The future, Harry Potter... our plans."

Marvolo nodded, his face expressionless, before sitting down in one of the chairs. Tom followed suit, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees.

"Tell me, Marvolo," Tom said, his voice low and menacing. "What do you propose we do first?"

Tom's eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity as he leaned forward, his voice barely above a whisper. "Marvolo, I want to see him," he said, his words dripping with an unnerving longing. "I want to see the Harry you created, the one from the future you came from."

Marvolo's expression remained cold, but a faint hint of understanding seemed to flicker in his eyes. He nodded, his hand rising to his temple as if summoning a vision.

The air around them seemed to shimmer, the shadows deepening as a dark, misty energy began to coalesce. Tom's eyes were fixed on the mist, his breathing slow and deliberate as he waited for the visions to begin.

And then, like a dark flower blooming in the shadows, the visions began to unfold. Tom's eyes widened, his face twisted in a mixture of awe and fascination, as he beheld glimpses of the Harry Marvolo had created, the one from the future where their twisted love had reached its ultimate conclusion.

The visions unfolded like a dark tapestry, woven from threads of shadow and despair. Tom's eyes devoured every detail, his face twisted in a mixture of awe and fascination.

In one glimpse, Harry was seen bounded before Marvolo, his eyes black as coal gleaming defiantly at Marvolo, his skin pale and gaunt. He was dressed in dark, tattered robes, and his hair was long and unkempt. Tom's eyes gleamed with excitement as he beheld the boy's transformation.

In another, Harry was shown to be bound to Marvolo in fine dark silk, their bodies entwined in a twisted, macabre dance. Tom's breathing quickened as he beheld the depth of their connection, the way Harry's eyes seemed to burn with an unnatural devotion to Marvolo.

The visions continued, each one revealing a darker, more twisted aspect of Harry's existence in Marvolo's future. Tom's excitement grew, his eyes gleaming with an unnatural light as he beheld the ultimate conclusion of their twisted love.

Marvolo watched Tom's reactions, his expression cold and calculating. He seemed to be gauging Tom's responses, measuring the depth of his obsession with Harry. And as the visions faded, Marvolo's eyes seemed to gleam with approval, as if he knew that Tom was ready to take the next step in their twisted game.

But as the visions continued, Marvolo's expression seemed to soften, his eyes gleaming with a faint hint of warmth. The images unfolding before Tom's eyes began to shift, revealing moments of tenderness and intimacy between Marvolo and Harry.

Tom's eyes widened as he beheld Harry smiling, laughing, and embracing Marvolo with a deep affection. The boy's eyes shone with a love and devotion that seemed to pierce Tom's very soul.

In one glimpse, Marvolo was seen holding Harry close, his lips whispering gentle words of comfort and reassurance. Harry's face was buried in Marvolo's shoulder, his body trembling with sobs as Marvolo stroked his hair with a tender touch.

In another, Harry was shown to be gazing up at Marvolo with adoring eyes, his face aglow with a deep and abiding love. Marvolo's expression was soft and gentle, his eyes shining with a warmth and affection that seemed to transform his entire being.

Tom's breathing slowed, his eyes fixed on the visions as if mesmerized. He seemed to be drinking in the images, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and longing. Marvolo's eyes never left Tom's face, his gaze piercing and intent as if searching for something deep within Tom's soul.

The visions continued to unfold, revealing Harry dressed in fine silks and noble clothes, his smile radiant as he stood alongside Marvold in the midst of a dark and ominous landscape. The boy's eyes sparkled with a fierce intensity, his beauty illuminated by the faint glow of dark magic.

Tom's breath caught in his throat as he beheld Harry's transformation, the boy's slender form clad in the black robes of the Death Eaters. The once-noble Harry Potter now stood as a symbol of darkness and power, his very presence seeming to command the shadows.

In one glimpse, Harry was seen walking alongside Marvold, his steps confident and purposeful as they navigated the ruins of a once-great city. The air was thick with the stench of death and decay, yet Harry's smile seemed to illuminate the darkness, his beauty a beacon of hope in a world gone mad.

In another, Harry was shown standing atop a windswept hill, his black robes billowing behind him like a dark cloud. His eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity, his smile a cold and calculated thing as he gazed out upon the ruined landscape.

Tom's heart pounded in his chest, his eyes drinking in the visions of Harry's transformation. He seemed entranced by the boy's beauty, his very soul yearning for the darkness and power that Harry now embodied. Marvold's eyes never left Tom's face, his gaze piercing and intent as he watched the young Dark Lord's reaction to the visions.

The visions continued to unfold, revealing a darker, more sinister side of Harry. Tom's eyes were glued to the images, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation.

In one glimpse, Harry was seen smiling darkly, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity as he tortured the remnants of the Order of the Phoenix. The sound of screams and pleas for mercy filled the air, but Harry's expression remained cold and unyielding, his hands moving with a precision and cruelty that made Tom's heart sing.

In another, Harry was shown standing in the midst of a Muggle village, his wand raised as he cast a killing curse on a group of cowering villagers. His eyes gleamed with a dark excitement, his smile twisted and cruel as he watched the villagers fall to the ground, their bodies still and lifeless.

Tom's breathing quickened, his eyes drinking in the visions of Harry's darkness. He seemed entranced by the boy's transformation, his very soul yearning for the power and control that Harry now embodied.

And then, in the final vision, Tom saw Marvolo and Harry standing together, their faces inches apart. Marvolo's eyes gleamed with a obsessive, and possessive intensity, while Harry's eyes shone with a dark, adoring love. And then, in a movement that seemed to freeze time itself, Marvolo leaned forward, his lips meeting Harry's in a cold, passionate kiss.

Tom's heart stopped, his eyes fixed on the vision as if mesmerized. He seemed to be drowning in the darkness of the image, his very soul consumed by the twisted love that Marvolo and Harry shared.

Tom's voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes still fixed on the vision of Marvolo and Harry's kiss. "More," he whispered, his breath catching in his throat. "I want to see more visions like that one."

Marvolo's expression remained impassive, but a faint hint of approval seemed to flicker in his eyes. He nodded, his hand rising to his temple once more.

The visions began to unfold, each one revealing a darker, more twisted aspect of Harry's existence. Tom's eyes devoured every detail, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation.

In one glimpse, Harry was seen standing under the influence of a powerful spell, his eyes glazed and vacant, his smile twisted and unnatural. Tom's eyes gleamed with excitement as he beheld the boy's condition, his mind racing with the possibilities of controlling and manipulating Harry.

In another, Harry was shown to be triggered by a subtle command, his eyes flashing with a dark, mindless obedience as he carried out Marvolo's orders. Tom's breathing quickened, his eyes fixed on the vision as if mesmerized.

And then, in a final vision, Tom saw Marvolo and Harry standing together, their faces inches apart. Marvolo's eyes burned with a possessive, obsessive intensity, while Harry's eyes shone with a dark, adoring love. And then, in a movement that seemed to freeze time itself, Marvolo leaned forward, his lips meeting Harry's in a passionate, all-consuming kiss.

Tom's voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes still fixed on the vision of Marvolo and Harry's kiss. "More," he whispered, his breath catching in his throat. "I want to see more visions like that one."

Marvolo's expression remained impassive, but a faint hint of approval seemed to flicker in his eyes. He nodded, his hand rising to his temple once more.

The visions began to unfold, each one revealing a darker, more twisted aspect of Harry's existence. But amidst the darkness, there were glimpses of tender, intimate moments between Marvolo and Harry.

In one glimpse, Harry was seen sitting on Marvolo's lap, his head resting on the Dark Lord's shoulder as they sat together in a dimly lit chamber. Marvolo's hand stroked Harry's hair, his eyes gazing down at the boy with a soft, affectionate expression. Tom's heart skipped a beat as he beheld the tender moment, his mind reeling with the implications of Marvolo's feelings for Harry.

In another, Harry was shown to be teasing Marvolo, playfully dodging the Dark Lord's attempts to catch him as they laughed and chased each other through the corridors of a dark, foreboding castle. Tom's eyes gleamed with excitement as he beheld the playful moment, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Tom's eyes remained fixed on the visions, his heart pounding with anticipation as he beheld the final moments of Harry's life. The images unfolded with a haunting clarity, as if Tom was witnessing the events firsthand.

In the vision, Harry was seen standing before Marvolo, his eyes vacant, his skin pale and gaunt. Marvolo's eyes gleamed with a possessive intensity as he reached out, his hand cradling Harry's face.

Harry's eyes flickered, his gaze locking onto Marvolo's as a faint smile spread across his lips. The air seemed to vibrate with tension, the shadows deepening as Marvolo's lips met Harry's in a final, desperate kiss.

Tom's breathing slowed, his eyes fixed on the vision as if mesmerized. He seemed to be drowning in the darkness of the image, his very soul consumed by the twisted love that Marvolo and Harry shared.

And then, in an instant, the vision was gone, leaving Tom feeling empty and bereft. He sat in stunned silence, his eyes fixed on Marvolo's impassive face, his mind reeling with the implications of what he had just witnessed.

Tom's voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes still fixed on Marvolo's face. "How did he...?" Tom's words trailed off, his gaze burning with an intense curiosity.

Marvolo's expression remained impassive, but a hint of sadness seemed to flicker in his eyes. "He used the Killing Curse on himself," Marvolo replied, his voice low and detached. "He was mine, completely and utterly mine. And in the end, he chose to join me in death rather than live without me."

Tom's eyes widened, his mind reeling with the implications of Marvolo's words. He seemed to be drowning in the darkness of the image, his very soul consumed by the twisted love that Marvolo and Harry shared.

"And you...?" Tom's voice was barely audible, his eyes fixed on Marvolo's face. "You didn't stop him?"

Marvolo's eyes seemed to gleam with a cold, calculating intensity. "I couldn't stop him," he replied, his voice dripping with a dark, possessive love. "He was mine, and I was his. We were bound together, forever and always. And in the end, he chose to join me in death, just as I would have chosen to join him."

Marvolo's expression remained impassive, but a faint hint of regret seemed to flicker in his eyes. "I wasn't even present when it happened," he said, his voice low and detached. "I was at our headquarters, attending to matters of importance. Harry was at the manor, alone except for the house-elves."

Tom's eyes narrowed, his gaze burning with curiosity. "How did you find out?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Marvolo's eyes seemed to gaze into the distance, his voice taking on a faraway quality. "One of the house-elves, a loyal creature named Mipsy, told me," he replied. "He apparated to my side, his eyes wide with fear and grief. He told me that Harry had...taken his own life."

Tom's eyes widened, his mind reeling with the implications of Marvolo's words. He seemed to be drowning in the darkness of the image, his very soul consumed by the twisted love that Marvolo and Harry shared.

Marvolo's eyes snapped back into focus, his gaze locking onto Tom's face. "I apparated to the manor immediately," he continued, his voice dripping with a dark, possessive love. "I found Harry's body, cold and still. And in that moment, I knew that I would never be the same again."

Tom's voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes fixed on Marvolo's face. "What did you do next?" he asked, his words dripping with a morbid curiosity.

Marvolo's expression remained impassive, but a faint hint of pain seemed to flicker in his eyes. "I was consumed by grief and rage," he replied, his voice low and detached. "I couldn't satisfy my desire for revenge, no matter how hard I tried. I killed Harry's friends, one by one, but it brought me no peace. I destroyed everything that reminded me of him, but the pain only grew worse."

Tom's eyes widened, his mind reeling with the implications of Marvolo's words. He seemed to be drowning in the darkness of the image, his very soul consumed by the twisted love that Marvolo and Harry shared.

Marvolo's eyes seemed to gaze into the distance, his voice taking on a faraway quality. "I was trapped in a cycle of violence and destruction, unable to escape the agony of losing Harry. And yet, even in the midst of all that chaos, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. For in destroying everything that Harry loved, I felt like I was keeping him close to me, even in death."

Tom said "And as you can't live without Harry you came back in time."

Marvolo's eyes snapped back into focus, his gaze locking onto Tom's face. "Yes," he replied, his voice dripping with a dark, possessive love. "I couldn't live without Harry, and so I did the only thing I could think of. I came back in time, to a point when Harry was still alive. I had to see him again, to be with him again, no matter the cost."

Tom's eyes widened, his mind reeling with the implications of Marvolo's words. He seemed to be drowning in the darkness of the image, his very soul consumed by the twisted love that Marvolo and Harry shared.

Marvolo's eyes seemed to burn with an intense, all-consuming passion. "I will do anything to keep Harry by my side," he hissed, his voice low and menacing. "Anything at all. For I am the Dark Lord, and I will not be denied."

Tom's eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity as he spoke, his voice dripping with a fervent devotion. "He would be ours," Tom whispered, his words barely audible. "We would do anything and everything to keep him, to possess him completely. We would stop at nothing to make him ours, to bind him to us forever."

Marvolo's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he regarded Tom. For a moment, the two seemed to be locked in a silent understanding, their minds connected by a shared obsession.

And then, in a movement that seemed almost imperceptible, Marvolo nodded. His eyes gleamed with a malevolent light, his face twisted into a cruel smile. "Yes," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "We would do anything and everything to keep him. Anything at all."

Tom's eyes seemed to burn with an intense excitement as he gazed at Marvolo. "We would be his everything," Tom whispered, his voice trembling with fervor. "We would be his world, his reason for living. And he would be ours, completely and utterly ours."

Marvolo's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "Yes," he repeated, his voice dripping with anticipation. "We would own him, body and soul. We would be his masters, his lords. And he would be our possession, our plaything."

As they spoke, the air around them seemed to grow thick with an almost palpable sense of darkness and obsession. It was as if the very fabric of reality was bending to accommodate their twisted desires, their all-consuming passion for Harry.

And then, in a movement that seemed almost choreographed, Marvolo and Tom leaned forward, their faces inches apart. Their eyes locked, their gazes burning with a shared intensity. And in that moment, it seemed as though nothing else mattered, nothing else existed, except for their twisted love for Harry.

Marvolo's face softened, his eyes gleaming with a warm, nostalgic light. A slow, tender smile spread across his lips, as if he was savoring a cherished memory. "Harry's smile," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "It was like the sun breaking through the darkness. It lit up the entire world, and made everything else fade into insignificance."

As he spoke, Marvolo's eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in the depths of his own memories. He was no longer in the present, but reliving the moments he had shared with Harry. The smile on his face grew wider, more radiant, as if he was basking in the warmth of Harry's love.

Tom watched, transfixed, as Marvolo's face transformed before his eyes. The Dark Lord's usual cold, calculating demeanor had given way to a soft, vulnerable expression. For a moment, Tom glimpsed the man behind the mask, the man who had been consumed by his love for Harry.

Marvolo's eyes refocused, his gaze locking onto Tom's face. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the air between them thick with emotion.

And then, in a voice that was barely above a whisper, Marvolo replied, "We love him so much. More than life itself. More than anything else in this world."

As he spoke, Marvolo's eyes seemed to burn with an intense, all-consuming passion. His face was twisted into a mask of longing and desire, his very soul consumed by his love for Harry.

Tom's eyes gleamed with a matching intensity, his face reflecting the same twisted, obsessive love. "We'll do anything to keep him," Tom whispered, his voice trembling with fervor. "Anything at all."

Marvolo's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "Yes," he repeated, his voice dripping with malice. "We'll do anything. Anything at all."

Tom's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he asked, "What's next? What should we do now?"

Marvolo's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "Tonight," he whispered, his voice dripping with anticipation, "Harry will come to surrender. He'll come to me, to us, and he'll give himself over to our mercy."

Tom's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. "And then?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Marvolo's laughter was low and menacing, sending shivers down Tom's spine. "And then," he repeated, his voice dripping with malice, "we'll take him, body and soul. We'll make him ours, completely and utterly ours. And he'll never be able to escape us again."

Tom asks "Would you do this re education method here too."

Marvolo's eyes gleamed with a sinister light as he nodded, his smile growing even wider. "Yes, Tom," he whispered, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I will use my...re-education method on Harry, right here. And you, Tom, will be my assistant, my partner in this process."

Tom's eyes sparkled with excitement, his face twisted into a cruel grin. "I'm honored," he whispered, his voice trembling with fervor. "I'll do everything in my power to help you, to help us, break Harry's spirit and mold him into the perfect obedient servant."

Marvolo's laughter was low and menacing, sending shivers down Tom's spine. "Excellent," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Together, we'll make Harry ours, completely and utterly ours. And he'll never be able to escape us again."

Marvolo's voice dropped to a whisper, his words dripping with a dark, obsessive love. "My precious Horcrux," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "My beloved...Harry."

As he spoke, Marvolo's face twisted into a grotesque mask of affection, his lips curling into a tender smile. He reached out a hand, his fingers trembling with anticipation, as if he couldn't wait to touch Harry, to hold him close.

Tom watched, transfixed, as Marvolo's obsession with Harry seemed to consume him whole. The Dark Lord's eyes burned with an unnatural intensity, his very soul bound to Harry's by some dark, twisted magic.

And in that moment, Tom knew that Marvolo's love for Harry was not just a love, but an all-consuming obsession, a madness that would stop at nothing to possess its object.

Marvolo's whisper grew louder, his words becoming a dark, twisted litany. "My beloved Harry, my precious Horcrux, my reason for living. You are mine, forever and always. Mine to command, mine to control, mine to love."

As he spoke, Marvolo's eyes seemed to bore into Tom's very soul, as if daring him to contradict the Dark Lord's twisted claims. Tom felt a shiver run down his spine, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized the true extent of Marvolo's obsession.

And yet, despite the horror that Marvolo's words inspired, Tom couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of awe at the Dark Lord's all-consuming passion. It was as if Marvolo's love for Harry had become a living, breathing thing, a monster that would stop at nothing to claim its prize.

As the darkness seemed to close in around them, Marvolo's voice dropped to a whisper once more. "Tonight, my beloved Harry will come to me. And when he does, I will make him mine, forever and always."

Tom says "Ours. We would make him ours"

Marvolo's eyes gleamed with approval as he gazed at Tom. "Yes," he whispered, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Ours. We would make him ours, completely and utterly ours. Body, soul, and heart, he would belong to us, and us alone."

As he spoke, Marvolo's face seemed to twist into a grotesque mask of desire, his lips curling into a cruel smile. Tom's eyes seemed to burn with a matching intensity, his face reflecting the same twisted, obsessive love.

Together, they seemed to be bound by a shared madness, a desire to possess and control Harry that knew no bounds. And as they stood there, their eyes locked in a twisted, loving gaze, it seemed as though nothing could ever stop them from achieving their dark, twisted goal.

As the darkness seemed to close in around them, Marvolo's voice dropped to a whisper once more. "Tonight, we will make him ours. Tonight, we will take everything he has, everything he is, and make it our own."

Tom's eyes gleamed with excitement, his face twisted into a cruel grin. "Yes," he whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation. "Tonight, we will show Harry the true meaning of love, of possession, of obsession."

As the darkness seemed to close in around them, Marvolo's voice dropped to a whisper once more. "It's time," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Tonight, we will take the first step towards making him ours."

Tom's eyes gleamed with excitement, his face twisted into a cruel grin. "Yes," he whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation. "Tonight, we will show Harry the true meaning of love, of possession, of obsession."

Without another word, Marvolo turned and began to move through the darkness, his long black robes billowing behind him. Tom followed closely, his eyes fixed on the Dark Lord's back as they made their way towards the Forbidden Forest.

The trees loomed above them, their branches creaking ominously in the wind. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the ground beneath their feet was soft and spongy.

As they walked, the darkness seemed to grow thicker, more palpable. It was as if the very forest itself was alive, watching them with cold, calculating eyes. Marvolo and Tom moved deeper into the trees, their footsteps quiet on the forest floor. They were on a mission, driven by their twisted desires, and nothing would stop them from achieving their goal.

The trees seemed to close in around them, casting long, ominous shadows on the ground. Marvolo and Tom walked in silence, their footsteps the only sound in the stillness of the forest.

As they walked, the air grew colder, the shadows deepening into dark, foreboding pools. Marvolo's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light, his presence seeming to draw the very darkness towards him.

Tom followed closely, his eyes fixed on the Dark Lord's back. He could feel the weight of Marvolo's power, the sheer force of his will. It was a crushing, overwhelming presence, and Tom felt himself being drawn into its depths.

Suddenly, Marvolo stopped, his eyes fixed on something in the distance. Tom followed his gaze, and his heart skipped a beat as he saw a figure standing in the shadows.

It was Harry, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of fear and defiance. Marvolo's eyes locked onto him, and a slow, cruel smile spread across his face.

"Ah, Harry," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "I've been waiting for you."

Harry's eyes narrowed, confusion etched on his face. "Who are you?" he repeated, his voice firm but laced with a hint of uncertainty. "I don't know you. I've never seen you before."

Marvolo's smile faltered for a moment, his eyes flashing with anger. But then, his expression smoothed out, and he chuckled low in his throat. "Ah, Harry, you're so clever," he whispered. "But you're also so very wrong. You do know me, Harry. You just don't remember."

Harry's eyes darted to Tom, and for a moment, he seemed to hesitate. "I know you," he said slowly. "You're the one I...I shot. With the basilisk fang. In the diary."

Tom's face twisted into a snarl, his eyes blazing with hatred. "You think that's all there is to it, Harry?" he spat. "You think you can just shoot me and forget about it?"

Marvolo's voice cut through the tension, his words dripping with malice. "No, Harry, you're not here to talk about the past. You're here to surrender yourself to me. And that's exactly what you're going to do."

Marvolo's eyes seemed to glaze over, his expression frozen in a mixture of confusion and shock. He stared at Harry, his mind racing back to the realization that this was indeed the Harry Potter from the past, the one who had not yet experienced the events that would lead to their complicated and twisted connection.

Harry, sensing the momentary distraction, spoke up, his voice firm and resolute. "I don't know you," he repeated. "I've never met you. And I don't understand why you're acting like we have some kind of history together."

Marvolo's gaze snapped back into focus, his eyes burning with an intense, almost desperate passion. But Harry continued, his words cutting through the air like a knife.

"I'm here to surrender myself," he said, his voice steady. "Please, just leave my friends alone. Kill me, but spare them."

Marvolo's face twisted into a grotesque mask of rage and desire, his eyes blazing with a fierce, almost animalistic hunger. He took a step closer to Harry, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment.

"You think it's that simple, Harry?" Marvolo's voice was low and menacing, his words dripping with malice. "You think you can just surrender yourself and I'll let your precious friends go?"

Harry stood tall, his eyes locked on Marvolo's, his jaw set in determination. "I'm willing to try," he said, his voice firm. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep them safe."

Marvolo's laughter was like a cold wind, sending shivers down Harry's spine. "You're so noble, Harry," he sneered. "So selfless. But you're also so very naive."

With a sudden, swift movement, Marvolo reached out and grasped Harry's wrist, his grip like a vice. Harry tried to pull away, but Marvolo's hold was too strong.

"You'll never be able to save them, Harry," Marvolo whispered, his breath cold against Harry's ear. "You'll never be able to escape me. I'll always find you, no matter where you go."

Marvolo's grip on Harry's wrist tightened, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "You don't remember me, Harry?" he repeated, his voice low and menacing. "You don't recognize the face of the one who has been searching for you, longing for you, for so very long?"

Harry's confusion deepened, his eyes scanning Marvolo's face as if searching for answers. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice firm. "Why are you talking to me like that? I don't know you. I've never met you. And yet...and yet, you seem to know me. You seem to know things about me that no one else does."

Marvolo's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a malevolent light. "I am the one who has been waiting for you, Harry," he whispered. "I am the one who has been searching for you, searching for the boy who would become the Chosen One. And now, finally, I have found you."

Harry's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions. "But...but why do you look like...like Tom Riddle?" he stammered. "Like the younger version of Lord Voldemort? And yet...and yet, you seem older. More mature."

Marvolo's laughter was like a cold wind, sending shivers down Harry's spine. "Ah, Harry," he whispered. "You are so clever. So very clever. But you are also so very wrong. I am not Tom Riddle. I am not Lord Voldemort. At least...not yet."

Harry's confusion deepened, his mind reeling with questions. "What do you mean?" he demanded. "What do you want from me?"

Marvolo's grip on Harry's wrist tightened, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "I want everything from you, Harry," he whispered. "I want your heart, your soul, your very life. And I will stop at nothing to get it."

Marvolo says "Even though you don't remember me, even though you don't know me, it doesn't matter. I am from the future and you are from the past, but that doesn't matter. I would have you, just like I had my Harry. I will make sure that you would be just like him, because you are him. You would be just like him, I would have you, just like I had my future Harry."

Harry's eyes widened in terror as Marvolo's words hung in the air, his mind reeling with the implications. Marvolo's eyes seemed to bore into his soul, his gaze burning with an intense, obsessive passion.

"You're mad," Harry whispered, trying to take a step back, but Marvolo's grip on his wrist held him in place. "You're completely insane."

Marvolo's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a malevolent light. "I am perfectly sane, Harry," he whispered. "I know exactly what I want, and I will stop at nothing to get it. And what I want is you."

Marvolo's words hung in the air, his eyes fixed on Harry with an unnerving intensity. Harry felt a shiver run down his spine as he tried to process the meaning behind Marvolo's words.

Suddenly, Marvolo's grip on Harry's wrist tightened, and he pulled Harry closer. "You will be mine, Harry," he whispered, his breath cold against Harry's ear. "You will be mine, just like my future Harry was mine."

Harry struggled to break free, but Marvolo's grip was too strong. He felt a wave of fear wash over him as he realized he was trapped, at the mercy of a madman who seemed to know him better than he knew himself.

Marvolo's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, Harry, you are so confused," he whispered. "But that is to be expected. You see, I am from a... complicated timeline. One that has been altered, changed, and manipulated."

He paused, his eyes seeming to bore into Harry's soul. "I am from a future where I have already won. Where I have already defeated you, Harry. But that future is not set in stone. It can be changed, altered, and manipulated."

Harry's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications. "So, you're from the future," he repeated. "And you're trying to change the past?"

Marvolo nodded, his smile growing wider. "Yes, Harry. I am trying to change the past. I am trying to create a new timeline, one where I am the victor, and you are the loser."

Harry's eyes flashed with anger. "You can't do that," he said, his voice firm. "Changing the timeline is wrong. It's not right to alter the course of events just to suit your own desires."

Marvolo's smile faltered for a moment, and he looked at Harry with a hint of surprise. "You are so naive, Harry," he whispered. "You think that the timeline is set in stone, that it cannot be changed. But I am living proof that it can be altered, manipulated, and changed."

Marvolo whispers "I wouldn't let you die in this timeline, Harry. I would kill those insolent friends of yours, so I could have you to myself, alone, with no interruptions."

Harry's eyes widened in horror as Marvolo's words sent a chill down his spine. "You can't do that," he whispered, his voice trembling with fear. "You can't just kill my friends."

Marvolo's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a malevolent light. "Oh, but I can, Harry," he whispered. "I can do anything I want. And what I want is to have you all to myself. No interruptions, no distractions. Just you and me, alone together."

Harry felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he realized the true extent of Marvolo's obsession. He was willing to kill, to destroy, in order to have Harry for himself. And Harry knew that he would stop at nothing to make that happen.

Harry's eyes locked onto Marvolo's, his mind racing with the implications of the Dark Lord's words. "What does it mean?" Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Marvolo's smile seemed to grow wider, his eyes glinting with a malevolent light. But he gave no response, his silence hanging in the air like a challenge.

Harry's eyes searched Marvolo's face, trying to read his expression, but the Dark Lord's mask was impenetrable. The silence between them stretched out, heavy with tension, until Harry felt like he was drowning in the depths of Marvolo's madness.

Harry took a deep breath and tried to reason with the present Voldemort, hoping to appeal to whatever rationality was left in him. "Voldemort, listen to me," Harry said, his voice firm but controlled. "I'm here to surrender myself to you. That's what I wanted, that's why I came here."

Marvolo's expression didn't change, his eyes still gleaming with an unsettling intensity. But Harry pressed on, hoping to get through to him. "I want to save my friends, my family. I'm willing to give myself up to you if it means they'll be safe."

The air was thick with tension as Harry waited for Voldemort's response. But Marvolo remained silent, his gaze fixed on Harry with an unnerving intensity. It was as if he was waiting for something, or someone, but Harry had no idea what.

Tom Riddle, the present Voldemort, finally broke the silence, his voice low and menacing as he chuckled darkly. "I don't want it anymore, Harry," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Marvolo has changed everything. He has shown me the truth, revealed to me the secrets of the past and the future."

Harry's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications. What had Marvolo told Tom Riddle? What secrets had he revealed? And what did it mean for Harry's own fate?

Tom Riddle's chuckle grew louder, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "You see, Harry, Marvolo has shown me that I was wrong to want to kill you," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You are so much more valuable to me alive. And with Marvolo's guidance, I will be able to unlock your true potential, to harness the power that lies within you."

Harry's heart sank, his mind reeling with the horror of what Tom Riddle was suggesting. He knew that he had to escape, to get away from Tom Riddle and Marvolo before it was too late. But as he looked around, he realized that he was trapped, with no clear way to escape.

Before Harry could even think of making a move, Marvolo raised his wand and cast a spell. Harry felt a familiar sensation wash over him, a creeping numbness that spread through his body like a cold, dark mist.

As the spell took hold, Harry's vision began to blur and his thoughts grew cloudy. He tried to struggle, to fight against the encroaching darkness, but it was no use. The spell was too powerful, and Harry felt himself being pulled down into a deep, comatose state.

As he lost consciousness, Harry heard Marvolo's voice, whispering in his ear. "Sleep, Harry," he whispered. "Sleep, and when you awaken, you will be mine."

As Harry's body slumped to the ground, the two Voldemorts, Marvolo and Tom Riddle, stood over him, their eyes gleaming with malevolent intent.

Marvolo spoke first, his voice low and menacing. "It is done," he said. "The boy is under our control. Now, we can begin to shape him, to mold him into the perfect vessel for our power."

Tom Riddle nodded in agreement, his eyes burning with ambition. "Yes, Marvolo," he said. "Together, we will create a new era of darkness, with Harry Potter as our key to ultimate power."

Marvolo's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with excitement. "The possibilities are endless," he whispered. "And with Harry under our control, nothing can stop us now."

Marvolo's eyes seemed to gleam with a fierce, almost fanatical light as he gazed down at Harry's unconscious form. "And I," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion, "will finally have my love back. My dear, sweet Harry. You will be mine once more, and this time, nothing will ever take you away from me again."

Tom Riddle's voice was low and menacing as he spoke, his eyes fixed on Harry's unconscious form. "Ours," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "He will be ours, Marvolo. Together, we will possess him, body and soul."

Marvolo's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with an unnatural light. "Yes, Tom," he whispered. "Ours. Together, we will unlock the secrets of his power, and we will use him to achieve our ultimate goal: domination over the wizarding world."

Tom Riddle nodded in agreement, his eyes burning with ambition. "And no one will be able to stop us," he whispered. "Not Dumbledore, not the Order of the Phoenix, not anyone. We will be invincible, with Harry Potter as our pawn."

Marvolo's laughter was like a cold wind, sending shivers down the spine. "The boy has no idea what fate has in store for him," he whispered. "But soon, he will know. Soon, he will understand the true meaning of power, and the true extent of our control over him."

Tom Riddle's eyes narrowed, his voice taking on a curious tone. "And in the future, Marvolo... did you also use Harry for our domination over the world?"

Marvolo's expression changed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "No, Tom," he said, his voice low and husky. "In the future, I was reconditioning Harry, molding him into the perfect vessel for my power. And as for the Order of the Phoenix... I killed them, Tom. I vanished them, erased them from existence, so that I could have Harry all to myself."

Tom Riddle's eyes widened, his face pale with shock. "You killed them?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "All of them?"

Marvolo nodded, his smile growing wider. "Yes, Tom. I eliminated any and all threats to my power, to my possession of Harry. And now, with you by my side, we will do the same here, in this timeline. We will destroy anyone who dares to stand in our way, and we will rule supreme, with Harry as our pawn."

Tom Riddle's eyes seemed to gleam with a mixture of curiosity and depravity as he asked, "And in the future, Marvolo... did you treat Harry as a pawn, or was he something more to you?"

Marvolo's smile grew wider, his eyes flashing with a sinister light. "Oh, Tom," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "Harry was so much more than just a pawn to me. He was my obsession, my fixation, my everything."

Marvolo's voice dropped to a whisper, his words sending shivers down Tom's spine. "I possessed him, body and soul. I broke him, remade him, and remolded him into the perfect vessel for my power. He was mine, completely and utterly mine."

Tom Riddle's eyes seemed to gleam with a mixture of fascination and horror as he listened to Marvolo's words. He had never seen Marvolo like this before, so consumed by his obsession with Harry. It was both captivating and terrifying to behold.

Tom Riddle's eyes sparkled with intrigue as he asked, "Should we take him somewhere to rest, or should we follow your example from the future, Marvolo? Should we make everyone believe that Harry is dead, just as you did?"

Marvolo's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "Ah, Tom, that is a brilliant idea," he whispered. "Let us make the wizarding world believe that Harry Potter is dead. Let us use that to our advantage, to further our own power and control. And as for Harry himself... let us take him somewhere where he can be kept safe, somewhere where he can be molded and shaped into the perfect tool for our domination."

Marvolo's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement as he continued, "Yes, Tom, let us create a prison for Harry, a place where he will be completely under our control. We will break him, remold him, and reshape him into the perfect servant. And with the wizarding world believing him to be dead, no one will ever suspect a thing."

Tom Riddle nodded, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "I know just the place, Marvolo," he said. "A place where Harry will be completely at our mercy, where we can do with him as we please."

Marvolo's eyes sparkled with malevolence as he began to speak, "Tom, I have a better idea. In the future, I created a special chamber deep within these very woods, a place where I kept Harry prisoner, hidden from the world. We can use that same location now, to keep him captive and begin his... reeducation."

Tom Riddle's eyes widened with interest, his voice filled with excitement. "A special chamber, you say? Tell me more, Marvolo."

 Marvolo's eyes gleamed with excitement as he nodded, "Yes, of course. Let me create the special chamber, just as I did in the future. It will be the perfect place to keep Harry prisoner, hidden from the world."

With a wave of his wand, Marvolo began to cast a series of complex spells, the air around them shimmering with dark magic. The trees seemed to twist and writhe, their branches tangling together to form a dense, impenetrable barrier. The sound of whispering voices seemed to echo through the forest, growing louder with each passing moment.

As the magic reached its climax, a section of the forest seemed to dissolve, revealing a hidden clearing. In the center of the clearing stood a strange, glowing structure, its walls pulsing with dark energy. Marvolo's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he gestured towards the structure. "The special chamber is ready, Tom. Our prisoner will be... comfortable here."

With the special chamber complete, Marvolo and Tom Riddle turned their attention to Harry, who still lay unconscious on the forest floor. Marvolo gestured to Tom, and together they lifted Harry's limp form, carrying him towards the glowing structure.

As they entered the chamber, the air grew thick with an eerie, pulsating energy. The walls seemed to hum with dark magic, and the air was heavy with the scent of decay. Marvolo and Tom Riddle carried Harry to a large, ornate bed that dominated the center of the room.

They laid Harry down on the bed, his body sinking into the soft, black cushions. Marvolo's eyes gleamed with excitement as he gazed down at Harry's unconscious form. "Soon, Harry Potter," he whispered, "you will awaken to a new reality, one in which you are ours, body and soul."

With Harry safely imprisoned in the special chamber, Marvolo and Tom Riddle set out to spread the news of his supposed demise. They apparated to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, where they found a gathering of worried-looking wizards and witches.

Marvolo's face was a mask of mock solemnity as he announced, "It is with great sadness that we inform you... Harry Potter is dead." The room fell silent, with gasps and cries of shock and grief erupting from the assembled crowd.

Tom Riddle's eyes gleamed with malevolence as he added, "The Chosen One, the Boy Who Lived, is no more. His fate was sealed, and he has paid the ultimate price for his foolish bravery."

The news spread like wildfire, carried by whispers and shouts to every corner of the wizarding world. The Order of the Phoenix was in mourning, their hopes and dreams shattered by the supposed loss of their beloved Harry.

But Marvolo and Tom Riddle knew the truth: Harry Potter was very much alive, and he would soon become their most powerful pawn in their quest for domination.

As the news of Harry's supposed death continued to spread, the wizarding world was plunged into mourning. The streets of Diagon Alley were filled with somber-faced wizards and witches, all of whom were struggling to come to terms with the loss of the Chosen One.

Meanwhile, back in the special chamber, Harry was beginning to stir. He was groggy and disoriented, but as he slowly regained consciousness, he realized that he was surrounded by an eerie, pulsating energy.

Marvolo's voice echoed in his mind, "Welcome back, Harry. You're just in time to begin your new life... as ours." Harry's eyes snapped open, and he saw Marvolo and Tom Riddle standing over him, their eyes gleaming with malevolence.

With a surge of adrenaline, Harry tried to sit up, but he was unable to move. He was bound to the bed by powerful spells, and he realized that he was completely at the mercy of his captors.

Unbeknownst to Harry, Marvolo and Tom Riddle had set in motion a sinister plan to eliminate the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix. Death Eaters, led by the two Voldemorts, began to hunt down and kill the Order's members one by one.

Kingsley Shacklebolt was the first to fall, killed in a surprise attack on his home. Next was Emmeline Vance, who was ambushed while on a mission to gather intelligence. The deaths continued to mount, with each member of the Order being systematically hunted down and eliminated.

The wizarding world was in chaos, with fear and panic gripping the hearts of all who opposed the Dark Lord. And at the center of it all, Harry Potter lay helpless, a prisoner of the very people he had sworn to defeat.