The Prince of Darkness

Chapter 8

"Who is Hadrianus?" Voldemort stared, his mouth open and wide open, unable to believe what he was seeing. Your brain stopped working. Is that it...? Is he dreaming? And the eyes... Oh, Marlin, those eyes... It can't be... Technically, Voldemort knows that the boy is still Harry. The boy just spoke like Harry. He smells like Harry. Your magic looks like Harry. He probably changed his characteristics to copy it, using his Metamorphomago ability. Is this some kind of cruel joke? But Harry can't know about him! Nobody knows... Nobody! Except... Voldemort looked at Nagini, his anger increasing, growing like a thunderstorm. Nagini is the only one who knew about him. He observed, his calm carefully constructed covering the furious cyclone of anger as Nagini slid around Hadri - Harry and towards him with a presumptuous smile and mean joy. " : Nagini !: " Voldemort growled, his eyes shining red, trembling with anger, " : His foolish and perverse wife! Do you dare to pretend? Is this some kind of absurd joke of yours?: " " : Am I fool and perverse?: " Nagini snamed, " : Are you blind or just stupid? Stop denying and just look and feel his magic, and remember how his magic seemed compared to the two.: " Voldemort swallowed dry, his calm face was shattered; blood pressure constantly rising. He can't even raise his eyes to find the boy's. The boy looked exactly as he remembered him. As he would be when he was a child. Marlin... he can't. He just... can't. He was just a hallucination. Right? He had to be a hallucination. He couldn't be real! He just couldn't... He had searched all over the world for.. " : I don't care .: " Voldemort spat, growling, " : Don't cross your Nagini line, or I'll kill you both for so much boldness: " " : Shut up your trap, Tom .: " Nagini said with a deep and tired sigh that spoke decades of being the reasonable one between the two, " : You looked for you-you-you-what-all over the world. You travelled all over the world. And now he's in front of you, and you're denying it?: " " : Mother ...: " Harry murmured, the tears sprouting from his eyes. " : It's okay. Dad doesn't like it. I'm just going to change back .: " ": No, don't you dare ,: " Nagini replied, staring at her son; but stopped when Harry shrank under her gaze. Nagini sighed, speaking quietly, " : Your father is simply stupid, my puppy, don't care about him. Now you run and call Bailey; and ask her to bring your dinner .: " " : Yes, mom: " Harry turned around, took Barty's glasses and shot out. The fighting couple did not notice it when Harry, instead of going to the Mansion, ran towards the forest. Suddenly, something clicked in Voldemort's mind. "Bailey ... dinner ..." Voldemort whispered, while a memory shone in front of his eyes. " ... Bailey should bring me dinner... " Voldemort's heart almost stopped when everything returned to its place, and he finally made all the connections. What did Nagini just say? ".. feel your magic and remember what your magic was like and compare the two .." Voldemort blinked, now fully understanding what his magic, his heart was whispering to him. It's been him all the time, hasn't it? He realised all the similarities. The way the two speak; their cheerful and cheerful nature; their determination and dedication; their kindness and weakness for the house elves; both tendencies to call the Wizards 'Wiggle'. And especially your magic. The way the magic of both calls him, his immense innate power that has a strong resemblance to Voldemort's magical signature - as if inside both were part of the Dark Lord himself. Or it could be because of Horcrux. 

That's why Harry seemed so familiar to him; that's why his magic is claiming the boy. It is one of the reasons why he only accepted the presence of the little devil in his life instead of fighting it, since he is in his homunculus form. He had all the clues... how come he didn't make the final deduction? He had been living with Adriano for a whole month! He finally found the boy! The boy he was looking for... And then he pushed him. ": Tom? Do you still believe that the exact colour of the eyes of the Death Curse is possible without magical help?: " Nagini asked quietly. Voldemort hated to prove that he was wrong, but after researching the whole world, even he had to admit that Nagini could be right. No eye can be Avada Kedavra's exact colour unless he is continuously using magic to shape them. Or a metamorphism. "Where is she?" Voldemort asked, looking for the child. If he remembered correctly, Nagini asked him to invite Bailey to dinner, right? " : He came out crying .:" Nagini simply informed him, frowning while tasting the air, " : But I don't smell his presence in the Mansion. Where did he go?: " He saured it out loud. "Bartô?" "My Lord!" Barty was looking at him alert and worried, waiting to be recognised, "Are you okay?" "Yes, I'm fine," Voldemort frowns, impatient, he needed to see the child. "Where is the child?" "I -" Barty seemed embarrassed, scratching the back of his neck, "He kind of ... ran out when his Magic was struggling, furious." Nagini turned her head to look at Barty with the exclamation, shocked. Voldemort also got up and hit Barty with a poisonous look. What? Did he run away? How can he leave it, after he finally had it? "Where?" "Er, I didn't realise.. I was worried about you .." "You didn't realise!" Voldemort's voice rose a few octaves, furious, "And I thought you swore to take care of him!" "But.. The Goblin said it's not actually his son.. So I thought ..." HOW DARE HE! "HE'S MINE!" Voldemort roared, "HE IS MY SON! HOW DARE YOU SAY otherwise! CRUCIO! " Barty let out an agonizing scream that filled and echoed through the garden. But only for a few seconds, before Voldemort staggered, feeling the exhaustion of his unstable core, exhausting himself. "Bailey?" He choked, lifting the curse, "My potions." "Immediately, Lord Lord of Darkness, sir." Bailey showed up with his potions and a bowl of soup. Voldemort swallowed the potions, but pushed the soup bowl away. He won't rest for a second until he has his son in front of his eyes again. His manic red eyes, grabbing his wand tightly, "My son, my Hadrianus .. I got him." Voldemort boiled, his killer tone, "And then he left. And you left him." "I apologize, my lord." Barty choked, managing to get up, although trembling and seemed guilty. As it should be, "I'll find your son." ": No, you won't!: " Nagini replied angrily, " : You idiot, stupid, jealous and biased, Wiggle. I'm going to find my puppy alone.: ""Er .." Barty seemed lost with the hissing noises, although he had the feeling that he had just received a scolding from the snake. "Take me and follow her." Voldemort replied, his own voice full of frustration and anger. But who is he really frustrated with? "Take you, my Lord?" "I'M A FUCKING STUTTER?"