Tom groaned as he woke up, looking around the grass planes he could see stretching out until the horizon, a peaceful view if he ever saw one.
Taking a deep breath, the Dark Lord smiled softly as he took in the view, and the peaceful feeling it gave him while he was standing here. Part of him know this wasn't totally real, but that didn't take away he couldn't enjoy it.
"You were thinking the same thing, the last time you were here."
Startles, Tom turned around to look at the person standing behind him, gaping at the woman standing there, he bowed his head.
"My Lady Magic."
A tinkling laugh sounded, "My Lord of Dark Magics."
Tom kept his head bowed low, until her hand forced it upwards, to look in her multi coloured eyes, "you do not remember."
Tom shook his head, "I do not."
She scoffed, "he has done so much to my children, I have a thought of stripping him of his own magic and letting him see just what he is missing."
Tom nodded, "he will stop being a threat one way or the other, Mother, I, nor Harry, hill let him continue with what he had been doing."
Lady Magic smiled, "ah yes, our young Naga, Fate and Destiny never believed he would get everything aligned, but he did, and in such a special way too."
Tom grinned, "if there is one thing, I have learned about Harry Potter, it is that he never does anything in halves - which is something we need right now."
Another laugh came out of Her, the twinkle in her eye only brightening, "he does, doesn't he. Both of you were meant to change the world, one way or the other - I am glad the way it is going right now."
As She spoke, her hand moved along his face, coming to rest on the crown of his head, "I would apologize, My Lord, but this needs to happen."
Tom swallowed thickly, before he nodded, closing his eyes as a spark flew from Her hand into her head, the agony that followed reminding him of the experience of being pushed out of his own body. Yet, it didn't go that far, but in his pain, he could see what had happened, how Dumbledore had indeed known and used him to take out the Potters before they became one of the bigger players on the other side.
Not only that, but he could feel the vile magics the man cast over him again, the way he changed for the worse, started losing sight of what was important and go after a family who could have been his biggest allies in another life.
He could only watch as he saw himself go to the cottage in Godric's Hollow, blasting open the door and taking care of James Potter first, the man not knowing what was happening, but willing to give everything to protect his family.
After he hit the Potter with the Killing Curse, causing the man to fall down at the bottom of the stairs, he made his way up - following the only way he could go, into the nursery, where Lily was standing, the words spilling over her lips only now registering as Parsletongue, most likely a desperate attempt of her to make his stop.
He didn't, even if he asked her to step aside three times, with him killing her, it was really her love that destroyed him. After all, the Olde Ways dictated someone getting asked 3 times meant the sacrifice was deliberate and willing.
Even in his right mind he wouldn't have stood a chance, not against this kind of ancient magic.
Smiling softly, he saw Harry standing in his crib, not crying but watching for what had happened, the look in those green eyes betraying that the toddler realised what was happening, as he started crying soon after. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the spectre of Lily and James Potter watching over they son sadly.
