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bp_voldemort (bp_voldemort) wrote in breaking_point,
@ 2009-11-21 11:09:00

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*complete, 2024 11, dead character: albus dumbledore, dead character: voldemort

RP: The Two Greatest Wizards Ever
Who: Albus Dumbledore, Lord Voldemort
Where: Riddle Manor, Little Hangleton
When: 21 November, 2024
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: It's time for tea.

The trip abroad had been long and He had to be more careful this time, as other wizarding communities were keeping a look out for Him. His search for the knowledge He had removed from the world half a century ago was proving more difficult than He would have ever imagined. Still, there were many places still to look, one highly dangerous. But for now, He had decided a return to His dirty muggle father's home might be worth the trip.

It wasn't difficult to figure out that no other Muggle had ever lived in the place since that fateful night a year ago - no 80 years ago - that He had murdered His own father and grandparents. And of course He knew why: He had charmed the property so muggles were simply not interested in it. And no wizard would dare move into a house they could not claim ownership of.

Voldemort had apparated away from Riddle Manor and once He was sure that the charms were still active after all these long years and that anyone watching the house wouldn't be able to tell He was there, He entered the building.

Nearly thirty years worth of dust had accumulated on the furniture, walls, and floors. He wondered what happened to that old groundskeeper, Frank. He had thought Frank would keep the place up. Not that Voldemort cared, He had no interest in the building any more.

It didn't take long for Him to realize that the information He sought was not here, which wasn't surprising. Why would He hide something so valuable in a filthy Muggle house?

He was about to disapparate when He felt a familiar presence. Coldness ran up His spine, and His heartbeat increased. It didn't matter how many times they would each die. He'd never mistake that presence.

"Dumbledore," the Dark Lord hissed between gritted teeth drawing His wand, staring at the intruder, but not approaching.

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bp_dumbledore
2009-11-21 05:45 pm UTC (link)

Albus hadn't been idle since the meting. There were things that no one but Harry and Severus could know and at the moment, they had other concerns. While the boy's illness came at an inopportune time, he understood that he was the priority. There was also Draco's boy to consider, and the possible alliances there. All in all doing, Severus' skills were better served there.

He had no such tasks. In fact, he was free of the school and the students, giving him plenty of time to investigate Tom and possibly find him. He had gone to the cave, although he hadn't crossed the lake. He wasn't ready for that just yet. Today, instead he went to Riddle Manor.

The house was old and run dwon, dust and insects having taken over. However, something else, someone else had his attention. Albus pulled out his wand, but smiled at the boy standing there. "Tom, it's good to see you looking more like yourself."

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bp_voldemort
2009-11-21 05:58 pm UTC (link)

Voldemort wasn't surprised that Dumbledore had come to His filthy muggle father's home. He wasn't sure why He wasn't apparating away. But He found Himself standing in the drawing room facing the Only One He Ever Feared.

This wasn't right, He thought. They weren't supposed to meet until He had His powers back, until He could be a match for the Mudblood Lover.

"History does show interesting images of Me, doesn't she?" Voldemort asked casually as if they were colleagues, careful not to let His fear show or loosen His occlumency defenses. "You, however, time has not been kind to you. You've lost your color. What happened to observing the niceties you were so fond of? My name is Voldemort. Lord Voldemort."

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bp_dumbledore
2009-11-21 06:05 pm UTC (link)

"I've met Voldemort," Albus answered, keeping his eyes on the boy. "I never called him Lord, since he wasn't a Lord of anything, just another wizard gone mad in the quest for power."

He walked closer, but still keeping a certain distance, however, he got close to see the matching ring in Tom's hand. He knew he couldn't kill, not yet, but he could still hurt him if it became necessary. For now, he was more interested in what the boy was thinking.

"That man was old, bitter and very ugly. He'd lost all humanity. You are Tom, you're still the boy in that last year of school. Not exactly innocent, but still human," he said. "Killing takes its toll on the human soul, but you know that, you've already killed, haven't you?"

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bp_voldemort
2009-11-21 06:50 pm UTC (link)

"As I understand history, I achieved that quest," Voldemort said coolly before contesting Dumbledore's assessment. "And to refer to Me as 'just another wizard' doesn't seem an analysis worthy of someone who is regarded as one of the greatest wizards ever."

The Dark Lord stared at Dumbledore exerting great Will to keep His body from giving any sign of fear as the wizard took a step forward.

"A change in visage is a small price to pay for pushing the boundaries and laws of magic. You haven't changed, Old Man," He retorted with mocking laughter. "Are you going to give Me your speech about the power of love, and remorse, and redemption? Do you think you can convince Me to turn from the path I began walking down man years ago?"

"Something wrong with your hand-" He had noticed the blackened hand of His foe, but then He stopped as He noticed the ring on Dumbledore's finger. There was no mistaking the Gaunt ring, but it lacked the stone that sat embedded in His own. His mind raced putting the pieces together. If Dumbledore had found the ring, then did it mean he knew about the horcrux? Was that why he hadn't attacked yet? Why would Dumbledore give that information so freely? Surely the answers couldn't be quite so straightforward, the man was a manipulator, just like Voldemort.

"I see you found My ring. Perhaps I need to set your wardrobe on fire to make you give back what you have stolen. Let's not play games, Albus, you already know the answer to your question about my experience with killing. Don't pretend you don't know what I did in the very room we're standing in." He said, referring to the murders of His father and grandparents, and guessing that Dumbledore knew who killed them.

As Voldemort thought more, He knew this didn't change much. He had died before, which meant either the horcrux didn't work or it had been destroyed. But it meant Dumbledore knew what object to look for. More importantly, why was the ring on Dumbledore missing the stone?

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bp_dumbledore
2009-11-21 06:56 pm UTC (link)

"Did you now?" he asked amused. "The history books must not be very accurate, then. I was there, and I don't remember you achieving much. You wanted to teach at Hogwart's and you didn't. You tried to gain power and after a few years of war, a toddler banished you. You came back, and were in power for a less than a year, after I died, and even then, you weren't even Minister, but had to use someone else. Then again, I know how boring that is, since I refused the position plenty of time."

He looked at Tom with a placid smile. "History has a strange concept of great. Gellert was considered one of the greatest wizards and he spent his life locked up in a tower. You were supposed to be one, and led a pretty miserable life. But perhaps you just like to know that someone thinks so, even if you never achieved what you truly wanted.

He tilted his head, pondering the words. "No, appearance isn't everything, but the change in your soul are a great price to pay." Albus chuckled, because it was all utterly funny. "I've changed a great deal, Tom. I'm not the Professor you knew." He stared at him, no trace of a smile. "I've learnt how to send people to their death, and I've learnt all of your secrets, even the ones that aren't in the books and the ones that you don't know. You do have a choice. If you don't like love and redemption, then you understand self-interest. You didn't start many years ago. You're still but a child. You can give up this useless quest or I will destroy you. You can kill and hurt a few, but in the end, you will die again. That I promise you."

Albus raised his hand, smiling once more. "No, everything is fine. Death seems to have solved everything. Quite convenient." He looked at his hand. "Oh, but you mean this, don't you? I've got a few things of yours, things that you tried. I should show you my little collection, although it's taking me time since I have seemed to give it to other people upon my death. A few even went to Muggleborns. I thought it was only right." He looked down and sighed. "This robe is rather dreadful. Everything is so boring, and it's taking time to have robes made in more colourful fabrics. However, I don't see why you should resort to such crude measures. After all, you have your own ring right there."

He nodded. "I know what you did, but things can be fixed if you changed your ways. Lives, even yours, are worth more than anything. You give up this senseless quest and I will make sure that you are treated fairly. Don't let arrogance blind you. No matter what adjectives the book use, the end is still the same: you die. Let's end this circle."

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bp_voldemort
2009-11-21 07:58 pm UTC (link)

"Not achieving much?" Voldemort seethed. "How many decades did you try to stop Me and failed? If you thought teaching or being Minister is what I wanted to do, then you have never understood Me, Old Man."

He rolled His eyes at Dumbledore's assessment of history. But it was his next statements that cut Voldemort. "A child? I am no mere child, Dumbledore. I was the only one in a thousand years to find Slytherin's secret and master his beast. I've conquered death. I've made the laws of magic do my bidding and have become more powerful than every witch and wizard, save you." He made a rare admission of His own limitations. "Give it your best shot, Albus. But every time you try to destroy Me, I come back. And each time I get closer to achieving my destiny."

Dumbledore's return had ended a curse on his hand. A powerful one no doubt. What else had returning ended? Their wands still worked. But what of His horcrux? Was it still a horcrux? For the first time, Voldemort worried and a wave of fear rushed over Him. Did Dumbledore know? Was this just his way of toying with Voldemort? No. He is Lord Voldemort. He would never die again.

"Change my ways? Be treated fairly? And then we can have tea and crumpets together!" Voldemort laughed maniacally. "I agree that the circle needs to end. And it will end when I am sitting on my throne in the Great Hall at Hogwarts ruling all of creation."

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bp_dumbledore
2009-11-21 08:11 pm UTC (link)

"Decades? Now, now, who's changing history now?" ha asked, knowing that his words would only anger the other man, but he would not fee Tom's sense of self-important. "I didn't think you were a problem until the late seventies and then a few years in the nineties. All in all, I'd say a very short time," he said. "In fact, I lived in peace while you were banished into some ... other plane of existence."

Albus laughed. "Oh my dear boy, then you haven't read where two twelve year olds did the same, a half-blood much like you and a pureblood, and yet, they couldn't have done it without a very smart Muggleborn who figured it out long before they did." His eyes sparkled as he stared at Tom. "And they were Gryffindors."

He shook his head. "No, every time you come back you hurt yourself a little more. You didn't win before, and you won't this time, but I'm giving you a second chance. You're young again, you can achieve true fame, leave a wonderful and positive mark on wizarding society. You can be known for you intelligence and power, but you need to stop acting like a poor boy who's still upset with Daddy dearest. We all know your story now, there's no hiding it. Instead of letting it define you, move past it."

Albus stepped even closer. "Just imagine the kind of things we could achieve, the discoveries in so many magical fields. There'd be no thrones, but happiness." He chuckled mostly to himself. "And lemon sherbets, because they are better than crumpets."

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bp_voldemort
2009-11-21 08:39 pm UTC (link)

"I do not care what you thought or think of Me, Dumbledore," He hissed knowing that this meeting had to end before He lost His temper.

Voldemort shook His head, unwilling to believe the re-opening of the Chamber of Secrets happened the way Albus described. "You expect Me to believe that trio just happened upon one of Hogwarts' deepest secrets. A secret that the great Albus Dumbledore didn't know about. I'm sure there is more to this story then you let on. But, once more, it doesn't matter."

He let out a cold, high-pitched laughter. "You expect me to believe that the occupants of this world--who locked Grindelwald away for fifty years--are just going to let me walk free. I wasn't back 24 hours and the Minister had already signed my death warrant."

As Dumbledore spoke of what they could achieve working together, a small part of Voldemort, that part that was still Tom Marvolo Riddle that his mother had loved so much that she willed herself to live just long enough to give birth to him, a part Voldemort had never been and never would be aware of... that part longed for what Albus Dumbledore offered.

"Enough!" He roared, recoiling from Dumbledore's onslaught of conversation and stepping back as the other wizard stepped closer. "The war starts anew. The next time we meet, Old Man, there will be no talking, and one of us will die."

Voldemort disapparated.

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bp_dumbledore
2009-11-21 08:43 pm UTC (link)

Albus watched him during the speech. Tom was always so fond of speeches, but unlike Albus, his weren't designed to influence, but to impress and in doing so, he betrayed more than he wanted to.

He hid well, but there there were doubts, and longing, and anger in his voice. Maybe the war didn't have to start again, not the way Tom wanted it. Playing on those feelings could change their strategy.

Albus left, going back to Hogwart's. He needed some time to think about his next step.

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