A World Without Het by lord voldemort | By : ichbineinDachs Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1648 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A spell is cast over the wizarding world rendering all magic users homosexual!!!! .. oh no. =) believe it or not, this is Voldemort's final attempt to rule the world! It might just work.
Disclaimer: I neither own nor profit from Harry Potter.
Grayavriel, i love you. ^.^
I have seen the Dark Lord dethroned. He killed himself last night. Slit his throat and drained all his blood and life force. Whatever life there was left to drain. I saw it. A dozen others saw it. If that Potter tosser saw it he would have yelled “huzzah”, I’m sure, but he would have been wrong in rejoicing. Silly Potter, Lord Voldemort is forever.
Voldemort’s blood trickled down the sloping stone floor of the Pettigrew’s hall. I stayed still and let it snake its way around the outside of my foot, turning my heel in to escape slowing its path. There was quite a lot of it, still pouring from the body of the dark lord as he lay collapsed upon his knees, his feet bent under him and his arms splayed, head close to the floor but not quite touching. It was sickening, how human his mangled, hideous body looked in death. As if evil could be human.
The death eater to my left removed himself from the small audience to join his late master's side across the room. “My Lord,” he whispered, hand moving over the body like a priest blessing the dying. My mouth and nose revealed a hidden disgust as they creased, but instantly relaxed into a stone gaze that mirrored the emotionally devoid face of my father beside me. How often such instincts saved this family. My disagreement with the spectacle was a fleeting expression, not evident to any person in the circle, even though I was one of the few without a mask. Cowards. All of them. Even without masks, our bodies were barely distinguishable from one another beneath the shadowy glow of dying chimney embers. The dark provided additional cover; Voldemort liked the dark... so many adults were still afraid of it, and fear bred his followers. If Voldemort was alive, he would have seen my revulsion through his beloved darkness and killed me. However he is not, and so I live. Isn’t that grand? My face remained expressionless as I let myself ponder these blasphemous, ironic thoughts in the deafening silence surrounding the Pettigrew's Manor. My master is dead, but I am far from free.
The death eater beside Voldemort now produced a deep red budding rose from his cloak, and shouted “Rosae constritus!” As he released it and bolted backwards, shoots burst from the rose in midair, rapidly enlarging as they darted downward onto the body beneath it. They furiously twined themselves around Voldemort’s corpse, growing giant thorns that pierced through the cold, paling flesh, skewering and splitting the body apart just as they closed over and constricted. No skin could be seen, though the sound of snapping bones could be heard like popcorn heating up. As the sound and movement slowed to a stop, I half expected to hear a microwave ‘ding’. There was silence around the circle. Atop the mass, the small rose bud without warning exploded its petals, now as large as dinner plates. They unfurled over the vicious plant, satiny and growing slick. Red and yellowy liquid seeped out over the petals. The plant oozed for several minutes until the death eater who had just performed the curse, now backed up several paces, straightened and lifted his wand. “Incendio” he murmured, and the flowering, dripping flesh was aflame. I stepped confidently forward, toward the fire’s heat. Bending down, I picked up a small, perfectly cut diamond from the floor beside the fire. As soon as it was in hand, Lucius stepped out from behind me and removed his mask. So did others. “Let us return to our lives.” A few death eaters apparated on the spot and others went out the door.
The newly-lit fire crackled and rose – soon the floorboards would catch. “Draco, come.” Lucius turned to face me. I looked down at the diamond in my hand. It was to be set into a ring; a bridal ring, for my death eater bride from my near-future death eater self. This was the last wish and order of the Dark Lord himself. So many others would be proud to be in my position. I would be powerful. Feared or respected or both. I would lead the new world into its final age of darkness.
Father and I left the house to burn.
Voldemort had a plan, per usual. He’d return, and the loyal followers welcoming his return would be given the world. No death eater had an idea of the date he would return. A month at minimum was assumed by all, and many years’ time was predicted by some; but no one talked about it. “Soon,” some announced in small groups, who all nodded at one another, pretending each were privy to Voldemort’s secrets. They were liars. I would be the first to really know, me and my bride, and likely Father very shortly after. The diamond ring was buried safely within a spelled box in the keep below Malfoy Manor, now the safest place in England, considering Voldemort additionally sealed it. Futile as it was, I hoped to never see the ring again.
Fuuuck I'm sorry i erased someone's comment please forgive me xoxoxoxo! I need to learn how to work this asap lol.. I'll probably go back later and explain how voldemort did the curse before he 'died'. This is a boring first chapter, but important to the story... The diamond is a horcrux of sorts ^.^ voldemort did not tell his deatheaters everything except to wait for his return, and that they would be unharmed by the spell. =)
This is the start of the first story I've ever published, so it has taken a bit to figure out how to actually post this. this is just the introduction - other chapters will be much longer.
this story's plot is already determined, i just have to write it. it should be exciting for me ^.^ and for you too. thank you for your patience!!!
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