The Prince's Seduction

VOLDEMORT ~ The FIRST Prophecy

"Tell me again" the Dark Lord snapped.
"The slightest gap in your recounting will not be tolerated Vatsala. Do not leave a single thing out".

The old Seer Voldemort he had imprisoned and used over the years shook under his penetrating, cold gaze. His eyes may have been brown but there was not a shred of warmth or mercy there.

Vatsala knew full well what would happen were she to upset the evil man. A nice crucio was the least of her worries- if anything she would welcome it compared to the sick things this Wizard could think up when angered. She had seen it first hand.

Vatsala looked up at his handsome face, he liked eye contact when being spoken to but too much and it would insult him. Her tired mind drifted off, into the inner turmoil wreaking havoc inside of her- just like it regularly did from lack of sleep and food. He had been using her gift mercilessly- she was the best Seer around after all.

Quickly she focused on him again- drinking in his flawlessly handsome face that reminded her of the devil in disguise.

His hair lay immaculate and perfectly styled on his head, not a strand out of place. He stood tall and proud by the fireplace, watching her as he sipped on a dark amber drink. If she didn't know any better and knew it to be fire whisky she would have said it was blood. She had seen behind his mask and glimpsed the scaled monster crawling within- tricking them all~ his death eaters into thinking he was their friend.

A large snake slithered into the room from a dark corner and lay obediently at his feet. Its mere presence sent alarm and chills running up her spine.

"A girl, the last of Merlin's great line" she began "blessed by her mother with the third eye. A black haired man- a Prince" she said stronger now, her eyes drifting into the vision she had seen "raised in darkness, shrouded in glistening fumes and liquids of his most beloved craft. He is loyal to his Dark Lord as much as he is to Dark Magic. Together they produce the child- a testament to both their powerful magics...a child that is the key to ending the war between light and dark- in the Dark Lords favor once and for all. Never again will another rise against him and his place on the wizarding throne. Nothing will touch the Dark Lord once the child serves her purpose as his most dangerous instrument".

"There is only one loyal servant that fits this description" Lord Voldemort mused. Swirling his glass of alcohol. He rarely drank, most times he simply held the glass as others did when they ate together, or swirled it in a glass in thought when left to his own musings but today he felt a need to celebrate.
"I presume he is to seduce this heir of Merlin? To bring her to my side?".

"He must not know my lord, the future is delicate, the slightest interference can change it completely. For this vision to come to pass he must have relations naturally- of his own free will so the child is conceived on its destined timeline".

"Very well" he hummed in thought.
"And Vatsala, if you fail to locate this Witch you will not get another chance to redeem yourself - do you understand?".

She swallowed thickly, remembering how her predecessor met her most barbaric demise- one Vatsala was forced to witness before she was sworn in with the mark to act as replacement.

"Yes my lord, I will not stop until I find her. I will not stop until this Prophecy comes to pass".

He regarded her quivering form with contempt and took to stroking the closest thing he had to a friend~ his green poisonous snake Nagini.

How he hated the weak, the cowering and easily manipulated.

He dismissed the Seer with a slight jerk of his head.

Nagini hissed affectionately as he looked down at her, softening the cold look in his eyes but a fraction. They spoke in Parseltongue of what was to come, the prospect of victory and most importantly- how he could use this magically blessed child of Severus Tobias Snape.