Voldemort POV:
He is in his chambers, ruminating. He had a year to experiment and uncover the truths of his gift. What magic as the Master of Time could give him. Standing alone in his study, surrounded by the trillions of golden threads, that he theorizes, represents the many versions of himself in other universes.
The sufferings of his past are regrettably similar. In every universe, the other versions of himself begin with nothing. Is made to suffer his parents' weakness. 'He' seems to be the one to redeem his bloodline.
His future unnervingly follows a pattern. Of greatness, achievement of his life ambition in various forms. Their methods are ruthless and cunning. But in the end, he loses everything.
They say the past, present, and future are all relative. His past selves and future selves all exist at points in time somewhere in the other universes. Voldemort can see them now, working in a flow, in real-time.
Why is this the gift of the Master of Time? Why must he relive his suffering? Watch himself fail- over and over again?
Voldemort tries to pull a single thread from the manifolds circling him. Just a touch of his finger and he can see the manifestation of this other Tom's life- how he builds himself in Slytherin, makes himself a King of Serpents, he rules with an iron fist. Some are against him. He fights a peasant boy named Harry.
He snaps the thread and this other Tom dies. Voldemort can see his body drop like a broken puppet.
The golden thread loses colour, but another new white string glows in its place.
What does this mean?
Voldemort fingers the golden thread he keeps in the locket under his robes. Flashes of a past that he could scarcely recognize, but also realize is unfamiliar.
A boy with black hair, holding his arm. Sitting with him. Following him everywhere.
Green eyes, a child's laugh, sand, and open sun.
A cold floor, laying down, shoulder to shoulder, it's warm.
A gentle kiss. I'm saying yes, a million times, yes.
Voldemort tries to skip through the present and see this Tom's future.
He isn't able to decipher what he's seeing.
I love Harry.
And green light.
Voldemort releases the golden thread, gasping.
Why does it feel like he's dying?
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Severus POV:
Dumbledore covers his black hand with the sleeve of his robes.
The headmaster usually dressed in bright and mish-mashed colours that Severus suspected was to give his staff the joy of eyestrain.
Seeing him in brown robes, so plain and out of character, Severus was tempted to check the man for Polyjuice. If only to stop himself from the growing sympathy.
"How is it, Severus? Is it working?" Dumbledore asked tiredly.
Severus was restacking his potions, "Your core is redacting as we knew it would,"
"How long do you think it will take?"
"Everything will be ready by the convergence date, as planned," Severus keeps his voice detached, but his heart still twinges.
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Thomas Potter-Love is a Different Dimension
FanfictionHarry Potter returns to his original universe after seven years in another dimension, another time, another life. He has to relearn everything, his name, his family and the legacy of the Boy-Who-Lived. The only thing he knows is Tom. Tom is here wit...
