Lady Mortem || Harry Potter Fanfiction

Gift From and For The Dark Lord

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"Scilla, come with me." Severus stopped his god daughter.

Scilla glanced at Lucius. She has an idea of what Severus are going to say. She slowly got up and followed him. They went into one of the Malfoy's drawing room.

Both Sirius and Remus was waiting for the two of them. Severus sat down and gestured for the girl to do the same. Hesitantly, Scilla sat down on the sofa facing the three.

"Lucius told me something about you last night. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?" Severus stated calmly.

Scilla couldn't help but lower her head.

"I'm sorry." She said shamefully.

The three adults looked at the down looking girl, which was weird for them. The girl rarely show such negative expression.

"You know why we're not happy?" Remus gently lift her chin.

"Because you're worried about me. I should've told you. I'm sorry. I was afraid you guys are going to hate me for helping 'him'." Her eyes swelled with unshed tears.

Sirius stood up and approach her. He pulled her into his lap and hugged her.

"We can never hate you, pup. Never doubt that. Like you said, we will always worry about you. So the next time you make such big decision, please tell us first, so we at least know what to expect." Sirius said softly. A begging tone could be heard slightly.

Scilla hid her face on his shoulder. The lanky professor, rubbed her back gently, whispering comforting words.

Though they're not quite agree with the dark Lord resurrection, they'll do anything for their little girl. Even if it means joining the dark side.

Scilla on the other hand didn't like how weak she was at handling her emotion in this life. She wasn't quite sure why it became harder for her to keep her emotion in check.

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Later that day, Scilla once again, got called by someone. This time, it was the Dark Lord.

"Yes?" She came in without a knock.

If it was any other person, she would be dead by now. But Scilla is not any other person. She was his savior.

"Come here."

Scilla walked slowly and sat infront of him. Voldemort took something out and hand it to the girl.

It was a large glass box for reptiles? Why would he give her that? She doesn't even have any pet.

She looked up confused.

Voldemort slightly smile and again, hand her something. A beautiful black king cobra. (Img up^. Forgot the source though.)

~Hello there~

~Another speaker?~ The male black king cobra looked at her and flicked it's tongue to catch her smell.

He slightly nodded and went to Scilla's waiting hand.

~I like you, speaker.~

~I'm Scilla. Do you have a name?~

~I do not. You can give me a name, if you wish.~

Scilla tapped her chin in thought.

~How about... Scáth? It means shadow.~

~I like that. I am Scáth.~

"I still have one more, dashuria ime (my love)." Again Voldemort took out something.

Scilla raised an eyebrow at the pet name. She knew what it means. But it was forgotten when she saw a beautiful snowy owl.

"Is that..?"

"For you. I noticed you didn't have any owl or pet at that. Don't use the school owl. They're not trustworthy."

Scilla opened the cage for the owl who she find out is a female. The owl fly around the office for bit before landing on the girl's shoulder.

"Hedwig. You are Hedwig. Hello beautiful." Scilla rub the soft feathers. Hedwig nip her finger gently.

Scilla looked at the current dark lord and for once in front of him smiled genuinely.

"Thank you!"

"Happy Yule."

That words remind her of something. She placed Hedwig on Voldemort's desk and ran to her room, yelling a wait here, before she exit the room.

The dark lord share a look with the black cobra, Scáth.

Scilla rummaged her wardrobe until she found a rectangular box wrapped in green wrapping and silver ribbon. She brought it with her back to the Voldemort's study.

She handed the box to him, muttering a Happy Yule. Voldemort looked at the box in his hand. He never expected to receive any gifts.

Since this was the first gift he received after he became the dark lord, he slowly and carefully unwrap the box to savor the moment.

Inside was a black box. He opened the box, and there laid the most beautiful wand he has ever seen. He could feel the power radiating off of it.

"The wood used is Aspen and Pine. The Pine was taken from the same tree as my wand.

The core are Rougarou Hair, Thunderbird tail feather, and Basilisk venom. It's not complete yet. You have to channel some of your magic to complete the wand." She explained.

The wand was made by her most trusted wand maker, Grisha. The good thing about him was, he always managed to find even the most illegal core for his wands.

Voldemort should be the one to visit him and choose his own cores and woods. But Scilla want to give him something for Yule, and so, she made the little part of Voldemort soul in her to lead her to the correct cores and woods.

Voldemort admired the beautiful wand and channel some of his magic.

He could feel the power thrumming in his veins. It was perfect for him. Way better than his Yew and Phoenix feather wand.

He could feel his magic in tune with the wand. The wand has accepted him as it's master.

He used simple spell to test the wand. And it works wonderfully.

He looked at the Death's Heir infront of him, and for the first time, he genuinely said Thank You.

Scilla shook her head and picked Scáth up.

"No, thank you. For giving me Scáth and Hedwig." She grinned.

She shrink Scáth's glass box and Hedwig's cage and went out. Waving her hand before closing the door.

Left with his mind and his newest wand in hand, Voldemort silently swear to himself.

'I'll protect you for as long as I live, My Queen. I'll promise you a life full of happiness when this war is over.'
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Word Count : 1031

I ran out of ideas. Dashuria ime is albanian by the way. Since he's said to be wondering around the forest in albania when quirrell find him. It was google translated so..

Hope you enjoy! 👋

Sapphire