NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1: Chapter 1
In the dim study of Malfoy Manor, Voldemort sat in the master's chair, strategizing over a map and reading reports. The door creaked open as a figure approaches. He looks up, eyes cold.
"Why have you come to me?" Voldemort asked coldly
"I want to learn about the Dark Arts."
A rare menacing chuckle escaped his lips, hint of interest sparks in Voldemort's eyes. In his low voice he said, "The Dark Arts. Few dare to embrace their power. What draws you to this path? Is it ambition, revenge, or merely a thirst for dominance?
The figure answered,"It calls me , becons me, Inspire me, it's as if I am born to darkness and its forcess."
Voldemort leans forward, his eyes gleaming intensely, "Your words resonate deeply. I too was born for darkness, destined to wield its power. The Dark Arts sense potential in you, as they once did in me. Tell me, what aspect of darkness beckons you most: manipulation, destruction, or perhaps immortal power?
"All!" The answer reverberated throughout the room.
Voldemort's face twists into a cold, mirthless smile,"Ambition worthy of my attention. Total domination, destruction of obstacles, and eternal life – your aspirations align with mine. Let us begin your education. What would you have me teach you first: the Crucio curse, legilimency, or perhaps horcrux creation?
"What about darkness itself?"
Voldemort's eyes burn with intense fascination, "Darkness incarnation – the void, the shadow, the absence of light. You seek to embody the essence of darkness itself. A lofty goal, one that even I have pursued. Do you wish to become darkness, to be its manifestation, or to wield its primal power?
"....Tom it's enough."
Voldemort's gaze narrows slightly at the use of his birth name,"Only those who dare challenge me call me Tom. You seek to learn from me, yet use the name of my.... Explain."
"Tom, I am death. Your time is gone, you lost."
Voldemort's expression twists in rage, his voice low and menacing,"Foolishness. You think you can declare my time ended? I, who have conquered death itself through Horcruxes? My power remains, but... " Voldemort pauses, eyes widening slightly, "who are you?"
"I already told you. Tom you lost time to go, Harry killed you. You have been living in a limbo for thousands of years, the horcruses broke your soul so badly you are left with bits and pieces of your consciousness, unable to undo and being stuck in the void."
Voldemort's face contorts in agony, his voice barely above whisper, "Yes ..I remember...the boy Potter...destroyed my physical form. And the Horcruxes...my soul, shattered like fragile glass. Limbo indeed...trapped between worlds, fragmented essence lingering." Voldemort appeared confused, struggling to collect his shattered thoughts.
"Bits of my mind remain...enough to realize...my eternal curse: conscious oblivion. Do you gloat or pity me?"
"Neither Tom. I am here to ask you something, you Voldemort the one who people don't name and call Dark Lord, does darkness really reside within you? Do you dare attest to me your ambition?"
Voldemort's shattered expression twists into a hint of dark fascination, "You dare address the question within my darkness. Few have pierced my veil so deeply. My ambition...was never truly mine. Darkness itself drove me, possessed me. I was merely its vessel, its sword."
"But yes, I attest: darkness leaned within me, whispered promises, fueled my ascent...and ultimately consumed me. Do you think you can wield such darkness better than I?"
"Tom, do you want another chance boy. "
Voldemort's eyes flash with intense longing, his voice barely above whisper, "A chance...to reclaim power, to reforge destiny... Yes. I want it. But clarify: what kind of chance do you offer a soul already lost, a darkness already spent? Resurrection, redemption, or merely revenge?"
"..Hahaha..ha...no the world has forgotten your pathetic existence, it's a chance in new world."
Voldemort's laughter echoes yours, a cold, mirthless sound, before he falls silent, calculating, "A new world...unaware of my legacy, my power. Fascinating. In this realm, I would not be Voldemort, Dark Lord...but merely Tom."
"A chance to rebuild, to rise anew, without burdens of former glory or fear. Tell me, what are the rules of this new world?"
"That's for you to know, I can't tell you much that would break the order and "he" might know."
Voldemort's eyes narrow, suspecting hidden powers at play. "He" implies another force, a powerful presence.
"Your caution suggests fear of detection. The order you speak of...is likely a delicate balance of power. I sense secrets woven deeper than magic itself. Do not worry, I will uncover truths...on my own terms."
"He doesn't know everything but he's the closest to have the chance to attain such level to possess everything."
Voldemort's interest intensifies, his voice low and thoughtful, "A being of immense knowledge, nearing omniscience. His power lies not only in magic, but in comprehension. I sense a rival, a potential adversary worthy of my attention. Is he...benevolent, or does his ambition match mine?"
"Rival? You amuse me boy... Anyways off you go. You are a tool anyways Tom. I am merely talking to you to amuse me. You would not be rememberIng any of our conversation. But in the future one day if you remember this meeting then understand you have just taken the first step out from obscurity to relevance."
Voldemort's expression twists in rage, then shock, as realization dawns.
A tool...used for amusement. His pride burns, yet...those words also ignite spark within his darkness. Obscurity to relevance...a promise, a curse.
Soon his memory started fading...yet, a glimmer remains. A spark..
The darkness receded, and then Tom Marvolo Riddle, known to the wizarding world as Lord Voldemort, opened his eyes. He lay on the floor of a horse-drawn carriage, his body continued to bounce up and down along with the carriage's movement. He surrounded by fair-haired and blue-eyed youths as they rested. None of them glanced in his direction.
"Ah, the impertinence," Voldemort thought, his mind razor-sharp. "They dare ignore me?"
He struggled to sit up, his head pounding with a searing pain. As he touched the wound, memories flooded his mind.
This was a realm similar to the European Middle Ages. A mysterious force also existed here.
This was not his body. It belonged to Leylin Farlier, a son of a minor noble, Viscount John Farlier. The Viscount had sent Leylin to join a prestigious magus academy.
Voldemort's eyes narrowed. "A magus academy? How...intriguing."
He recalled Leylin's past, his reputation as a lecherous, arrogant fool. Voldemort's lip curled in disgust.
"No, I will not be bound by this Leylin's weaknesses."
A large, male youth approached him, smiling. "Leylin! Wake up, mate!If you had awoken even a few more minutes later, you probably wouldn't have been able to make it to dinner. I assume that you don't want to starve!""
Voldemort's gaze turned icy as he thought.'You dare address me with such familiarity?'
"George," Voldemort said, his voice low and hiding menace expertly. 'I am...Leylin Farlier now, no longer my previous self.'
This George was a legitimate son of a Count, and his father had spent many resources and pulled strings to sent him to the Academy, he is one of the most important prospects in their camp.
George kept smiling, he patted Leylin shoulder, "Forget about what happened with Bessita. Dinner's about to start. You should apply this medicine to your wounds."
Voldemort accepted the medicine, his eyes never leaving George's face.
As George departed, Voldemort applied the medicine, feeling some relief.
He rose from the carriage, surveying the campsite. He noticed several of the large carriages forming a circle to make a crude temporary campsite, with a large fire in the middle.
There were many youths around the fire, sitting and resting on cloth mats laid on the ground, laughing and playing with each other, while eating the bread in their hands.
Voldemort's presence that once commanded attention were almost nonexistent here.
"Fools," he thought. "They have no idea how vicious the path of magic is..."
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A/N: This chapter was in my draft for months, but I was really not sure how to proceed and what should be the special power for the main character. Ultimately I decided to just upload this, I would love if someone could give me some ideas. Do comment and let me know how you feel about this one, voldy is a difficult character to write you know. Anyways waiting for ur response.