Purgatory
--4 Years later, 1985--
The Dark Lord knew only pain. He knew only unbearable torture. Knew only the burning of his limbs. For how long he was imprisoned he could only guess as this nightmarish existence he lived in felt like eternity itself.
The thought of murdering whoever brought this live upon him was the only motivation he felt as he was tormented.
It was so long that when he felt nothing at first Lord Voldemort did not know that the pain had ceased at last.
The first thought that crossed his mind was revenge. He would decimate the entire bloodline of the one who dared to challenge him.
The second thought was of how many things where wrong around him.
The Dark Lord could not feel his Arms nor his Legs, not his Fingers or even Toes, he could feel nothing. Then he could not see anything for all there was... was nothing. He could not hear for if he could so would he have heard the scream of rage escaping him.
Lord Voldemort was in an endless expanse of nothingness, but was he? Was he really there when his Body was so absolutely absent.
He could not even know if the endless expanse itself truly existed because there was nothing he could feel.
The not knowing only further enraged him.
It was not Afterlife, that Lord Voldemort knew. This was not what waited beyond the Vail. He did not doubt his Horcruxes for even a second, they chained him to the mortal realm and so he was upon the mortal realm.
But then where was he?
Vernon Darling! Could you please check up on the freakish Children?
...what in the name of Merlin?
Vernon? Freakish? Children?
Of course my little Petunia! When did you say again would they take them away again? Not that Dudley is infected whit there freakishness…
An lesser Wizard would have panicked, a normal Wizard may have felt great confusion, It was truly lucky that Lord Voldemort was not a normal Wizard for Lord Voldemort already had an Plan.
...he would wait. Wait for more Information but also for his Power to return. He could feel it slowly rising again but was it nowhere near the Power he knew from even his youngest Years. Still it would have to be enough to escape this bizarre Prison.
Damned Potter Brood, what did my Family do to deserve to endure these little freaks…
Potter Brood? As in the Potter Children? The once he tried to kill?
It came to him then, all of a sudden the Memories rushed back in his mind of the Night in which he lost himself.
The toxic green light tearing apart flesh and soul.
How desperate of an State he was in back then.
How. Pathetic.
He was no more the an dark Mist back then, on the verge of death. He could still feel how barely he escaped deaths grasp. He escaped into his personal Safe Haven, he escaped into the Body of the other Potter Infant.
But then why was he not in Control of the Child? Why had he to endure the seemingly endless purgatory. His Soul was strong enough to overpower any other, his magic dark enough to corrupt the most light-minded Wizard. So why was he unable to do so now… was it… no it coul-
They are fine enough. Oh my Petunia maybe we could have an romantic Evening? The Television is till new and needs usage.
Silence! Silence, Pathetic Scum!
… so why was he unable to do so, he was an Horcrux himself was he not? His Power was diminished but slowly returning. His Influence on the Child yet non-existent but soon enough would he be in control.
There several emotions coursing threw Lord Voldemort. He was gleeful at creating an human Horcrux, a feed no other had ever delivered before him. But so was he disgusted for why was he trapped in this weak Body? Surely he was the most superior Part of Lord Voldemort?
He was also conflicted as to what it meant for him. Was he now himself nothing but a servant to the Dark Lord?
No! No he would not allow it! Would not accept it! There was no equal to his power, much less an superior. He was the true Lord Voldemort! He! It was decided the other Piece, the larger Piece, was nothing but his Magical Prowess being lost for the time being.
Now that he le-
Oh Vernon! You are such an romantic Men!
If they will be not silent then he will-
My lovely Petunia! I love you so much!
…
I love you too, Vernon!
He would kill every last Human upon this World. He would not care for Muggle or Pureblood he would kill them all and in there stead would he create his own master race. And his murder spree would start whit Vernon and Petunia.
He would swear an Unbreakable Vow upon this promise if only he could.
There death would be most gruesome, he mused, skinning them alive would be an pleasurable start, then letting them hunger, yes hunger until they would be so desperate to consume there own excrements, the infections would feast upon there feeble flesh and then and only then would he grand them death, would crucio them until there lungs could scream no more and they would suffocate on there own despair.
How it lifted his mood to picture it all, he could not wait to see it be done.
Now where was he… ah yes, now that he learned of this newfound knowledge could he device a Plan. His Power would never be the same again, not until he could unify whit the other Piece wandering the World. His Influence was evidentially not enough to fully posses the Child, a shame. But Voldemort could make due whit it, his magical reserves would replenish soon enough, insignificant as they where. Still his hatred festered when he had to accept that his Power was less then that of an Child.
But this Vessel would be his to command soon enough, all that he could do was to wait and hope that the inactivity would not make him insane. He had to keep his logical thinking.
--1 Month later --
The Child was an Girl. The Information came to him after the Caregivers had refereed to her as Azalea. It did not concern him not the Name nor the Gender, she would be good enough for the time being, not that he had option.
His Vessel, Azalea, had an dependently sized magical core for her age, however it was ominously neutral in preferred magic. Neither leaning towards dark and destructive or light and constructive and while rationally Voldemort knew that such preferences developed steadily until adulthood so could he not accept any Vessel of his being anything but then pure darkness.
So in light of that he had his first Ambition. The Dark Lord would influence the Girl, would use his own Core to claw the one of his Vessel further and further into pure darkness. A process which may need weeks if not months to complete. It was still an young Core, small and pliable much like the Girl herself. His connection to her would improve the more he made her like him, ultimately allowing him to speak to her directly and maybe finally allowing him to see these blasted Caregivers. It would be so much simpler to hunt them down if he saw there faces.
However as soon as his dark Core dragged hers into the darkness so was there a force to the opposition, to bring hers back into balance.
Oh?
Voldemort knew the Signature of the resisting Power. Harry Potter. Fascinating.
The Potters where Twins, that was quickly deduced, but why was the Core the Boy having an influence on the Girl, such magic was very advanced and extremely fragile to maintain. So why could Harry Potter influence her?
Voldemort had to truly search his Knowledge before the Awnsere came to him. He remembered an Passage of The inner working of wizards: Mind, Core and Soul.
...Codependent Cores, also know as Core Twins is the harmonisation between two or more magical cores into one imperishable bond. It is observed that codependent Cores actively change the orientation of each other in the context from dark to light to better align whit each other… While most often seeing in monozygotic Infants so is there the possibility to develop this disorder whit other blood relatives... Severing such an bond is whit current knowledge impossible, the death of one bonded core would destabilize the other until an shatter point. There are no records of an codependent Wizard surviving longer then a Month after the shatter point... Most notable however is the similarity between Core Twin and an concept in muggle literature named “Soulmates”…
Yes...yes that was it. So the Boy’s core wanted to realign hers? Would that imply that the further into the dark he dragged his Vessel the further into the light her brothers core would wander into the light, hoping to oppose Voldemorts interference?
Opposing Codependent Cores that, so far her knew, had never happened and Lord Voldemorts knowledge was vast, beyond comprehension for most.
Another much more enjoyable observation he made was that he slowly gained access his Vessel. Infiltration into her Mind was sadly limited to influencing dreams but that could do for now.
And would it not be fair to avenge his torment? Would it not be fair for her to know what waited in her future? She should be grateful that he prepared her from such an young age. That it also brought him joy was just an added benefit. Oh how she would cry and beg and scream in her sleep when the shock of an crucio would burn through her. How he would laugh at it.
It was justice, was it not? That he exposed her to the gruesome imagery of an slaughterhouse his followers once rid themselves of captured mudbloods. So much blood… the cracking of bones was ingrained in his mind. The Werewolfs however were grateful for the flesh.
Surely she would feel the same euphoria he did when he exposed her to the smell of burning muggle flesh? Of the smell of the rotting corpses he left in the cells for the next muggle family to feast upon.
It was all fair in his mind, that he made her imagine the pain and suffering of all that defied him, the pleasure and delight he took from it.
She would not dare to sleep, would not dare to rest her eyes for a second out of fear of what atrocity would linger in the dark.
The Moments in which he could hear her crying and sobbing and weeping for it to stop, it where those moments he could feel powerful again. It was when he reduced the young girl to an shivering ball on the floor that he could almost feel the power he lost so long ago.
He would destroy the Child, Voldemort decided, having been carried away by his imagination, would destroy her before she could ever build herself up, would tear away at the most basic foundation of herself and replace it whit hatred for lesser humans, replace it whit bitter coldness for all others, replace the centre of her world whit him.
She was but an tool to be utilized and disregarded when no longer needed.
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Harry Potter loved a great many things. He loved the soft feeling of his pillow, he loved the taste of honey, he loved drawing on old newspapers whit pencils. But the thing Harry loved the most was his Sister.
Azalea or Lea as he called her was in Harry’s mind the bestest Sister ever! She was always laughing whit him. Always! She would smile at him the entire day and a day was reeeally long. So Harry wanted to also smile for his Sister the entire day!
Lea and him played the entire day together as well. Even into the night! Lea wanted to just play whit him and never go to sleep. And Harry would play whit her and they would play on and on and on and on until they feel asleep even if they didn’t want to!
What was also really cool was that he and his Sister could share a bedroom! And not just any bedroom but the secret hidden one under the stairs! Dudley was so jealous that he even wanted to switch rooms whit them once but Uncle Vernon put a stop to it thankfully. They would never switch there secret room for anything.
Sometimes though Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon call Lea or him freaks, that was so not nice and Lea looked always so hurt when she heard it.
Harry once decided that nobody ever would make Lea look so hurt ever again and so he told Uncle Vernon that he was really mean to her and that was not ok. That was the first time he did not get to have something to eat, because he was ungrateful.
Lately Harry would wake up in the night because Lea would be crying, she even flinched away from him then. And every time when Harry would ask her what was wrong did she say the same thing.
“I have the Devil in my Head. Harry I don’t want to go back, he will make me see” she would sob out and cry into him. Harry always hugged her then and petted her. He did not know what else he could do for her.
Because Harry did not know what she meant when she said she had the devil in her head.
But Harry knew he would help her.
Harry knew that he would.