| Forever burdened with the knowledge, I should have been so much more.
||[Jul. 31st, 2008|04:38 pm]
Hogwarts always had become a home for lost little boys. There was something about the magical halls and the feeling of power flowing from the building through your wand and into your head. Hogwarts always had secrets to discover, and it always had new thing to teach. Well, that was the thing about a school, he supposed. And Hogwarts had never ceased to teach him things. Right now it was teaching him that Dumbledore was onto his little games, and that he would never allow him to be a teacher at Hogwarts. Oh well, there were other things that the little visit had taught him.
The Black family had become a great disappointment to him, other then the possibility of Bellatrix someday deciding to settle down. The Black boys were seemingly going to be completely pointless, with everything that their hag mother had put them through, and Narcissa was already promised to be a good little dark wife. Voldemort had given up on hope of someday finding someone from the Black family for a small plan he had in the back of his mind..it wouldn't work with only three families... but as he was walking through the halls he saw someone who could only be a Black.
It took him two days to speak to Lucius and to get the dirt on the boy who had an entirely different name. Oh, he may have been a Potter too (filthy blood traitors), but there was no doubt he was a Black as well. Voldemort smiled his thin snake smile as he read about the Potter boy's accomplishments. He was brilliant, and Voldemort could almost see the power that irradiated from him. Hogwarts had become another home for a lost little boy who was so much more then a Prefect and a boy who had received perfect OWL scores.
The more scrounging through the past and the reports from teachers, the more he was learning about this boy. Gift, brilliant and without a doubt looking for something. He remembered his sixth year, how completely bored and pointless it was. He had plenty of time for independent study and for finding the Chamber of Secrets...but most of the time was spent simply thinking of the days when he would be free and performing what small plans he could get away with below the hooked nose of Albus Dumbledore. If it wasn't for the Chamber, all of his research into spells would have been pushed back by a year.
Somehow he doubted that Michael Potter was spending his year so productively. Well, at least not yet. He felt a kinship to the boy, and he looked towards the calendar. He was sure, like so many boys before him, that Michael was going to be spending the the Christmas holidays alone at Hogwarts with what simpering professors managed to spend too much time with their work. Well, that wouldn't do for Michael Black, it simply wouldn't. No, he had a much better plan, and a much better destiny.
A hand absently moved to the small snake that was curled around his wrist. Someday, she would grow up to be big and strong, but for right now she had just hatched from the egg. A small hiss was made to the serpent (she was always the best person to converse with) and one spidering finger crossed crookedly across her scales. “Yes, I think Yule will do quite nicely. Don't you, Nagini? It's quite fitting that two people without families should share a meal together.” The snake hissed softly in response before Voldemort's wand flicked out.
A thick piece of parchment appeared before him, grafted with the seal of the Gaunt family. He would have liked to use the seal of Slytherin, but it was too well known and he didn't the boy to get the idea that this was some sort of prank played by the more useless members of his House. He flicked his wand, and words appeared, engraving deep into the parchment, the words bleeding emerald green ink.
My dear boy,
Has Hogwarts lost it's luster yet? I know it did for me once I had scored my OWLs. It had lost it's luster even before then if I'm honest with myself. Still, it was always a place for me to learn, and to hone my skills. Being at Hogwarts showed me my true nature, Michael, and I suspect your time here will be equally so fruitful. I know you, I've sat where you're sitting now, in the library I imagine as all of your friends go home to parents who love them and tell them how special they are. I know you tell yourself it doesn't matter....but my dear boy you are more special then any of them. I'm inviting you to spend Yule with me in my country estate and I do hope you will come. Enclosed is a portkey that will go active at midnight tomorrow. The ring is a legacy of your birthright, Michael...and just one of many.
I do hope I will see you,
The paper was charmed so that only Michael would be able to read it. The mentioned ring was platinum, and there was an emerald in it. The Black crest wound outside the stone, but the engraving was fading off and one needed to look very closely to see the seal with the words “toujours pur” along the inside of the circle. The ring could only be worn by the true Black heir...a fact he would explain to Michael when he came to dinner wearing the ring.
And Voldemort was certain that Michael would come. After all, he had spent his life knowing he was different, and now he would know why he had felt that way. The draw of knowing who you were and who you could be was an obsession. When he had been a boy, he had looked for his family with a passion, and he had found them...now he would save Michael from the need to look. “Soon, Nagini. Soon.” He cooed the words to his snake as the common owl came fluttering into the room. The parcel was sealed with magic and then it was released to Hogwarts.
In twenty-four hours, the boy's destiny would start to be realized, and it would be brilliant.