RP: Darkness Rising Who: Lord Voldemort, aurors, any one at Hogwarts Where: Hogwarts When: September 17, 2024, 07:07:07 a.m. Rating/Warnings: PG-13 Summary: The Lord of Darkness returns and He looks a hell of a lot better than last you saw Him. Status: Incomplete (please feel free to post reactions.
"I'm sorry, Tom," the whithering voice said, "but I think Professor Dumbledore is right. You should get some real-world experience before becoming a teacher at Hogwarts."
Seething with anger, yet nodding curtly, Voldemort closed the door behind Him and descended the spiraling staircase from the Headmaster's office. "You will live to regret this moment, Armando," He growled lowly. "And the name's not Tom; it's Lord Voldemort."
Who did the old fool think he was to deny the Greatest Wizard of All Time this position? "I've passed with flying colors without trying, mastered Slytherin's beast, and conquered death," He smiled as He dwelled on that last thought. His soul splitting was the most painful event He had ever experienced, but it was the moment that had meant more to Him than any other. For at the moment, He had secured part of His destiny: Never to die, but to live forever.
As the stairway moved, He felt darkness take Him. Images flashed before His eyes, screams of death and cheers of joy filled His ears, and exotic smells violated His nasal cavity. Darkness encroached again.
The Dark Lord stumbled out of the staircase and collapsed onto the floor.
"Protego," He thought, raising His wand meekly. The old fool thought he could actually defeat Lord Voldemort. Armando Dippet would pay for this insult. But, as seconds turned into minutes, no one appeared. The ugly gargoyle continued glaring at Him.
Slowly, Voldemort stood looking around at the walls. Hogwarts looked different... and felt different. He felt the Castle's wards wash over Him, as if it didn't recognize Him. But how could it not? The two had grown so close over the past seven years. Surely no one had learned more of the Castle's secrets and power than He. It was the closest thing He had ever had to a friend. But, the Castle did feel different. There was power there that He had never felt before.
"No!" His words echoed down the empty halls. "This is a trick! A scam!" But no one was there. This wasn't Hogwarts. It couldn't be. He knew Hogwarts. Hogwarts knew Him. Trusted Him. Their destinies were forever entwined. The Castle would stand as long as He did--neither could die while the other lives--it had assured Him of that the day He first opened the Chamber of Secrets.
"There's only one answer," He sneered. "Dumbledore. I will kill Him. I will throw Him off the highest reaches of Hogwarts."
He didn't know what was going on, but He knew Dumbledore was behind it. And Lord Voldemort was going to get to the bottom of it. He turned swiftly and headed for the nearest stairwell, assuming it was even still there.
Voldemort emerged into a sea of students. But classes ended weeks ago, His brain assessed the possibilities. "And yet none fit..." He was mumbling to Himself when He noticed them. He stared at the man and woman flanking the doors of the Great Hall. Aurors? In My Castle?
He had to get out of here. He had to find answers. He headed for the Castle's doors, which were more difficult to open than He had ever imagined they would be. Once outside, He was hit, not by the warm air of summer, but by the cool wind of Fall. He was only a few feet down the steps when the challenge was made. He was being ordered to stop and return to the Castle.
"No. one. orders. Lord. Voldemort," He growled through gritted teeth. The expression on the auror's face brought a smile to His. The man knew the name. Feared the name. What should have only brought more questions had filled Voldemort with exhilaration. This man feared Him.
It only took a flick of His wand and lightning rained down from the cloudless sky. He laughed, but only briefly. The Auror had seemed to finally realize what was going on. Voldemort deflected the stunning spell, then shrieked, "Avada Kedavra."
The jet of green light exploded on the stone steps. There were voices coming from the Great Hall, and He saw the two aurors draw their wands. Sharp pain suddenly filled His arm. He hadn't managed to completely dodge the auror's hex. He couldn't risk a drawn out battle, not with all of the questions abound.
He kicked up the nearest rock and as it fell back toward the ground, He thought, Portus. His fingers closed around the rock, and He was gone.