Victoria wearing the Cloak of Invisibility followed Tom with the utmost of care. Victoria marveled that Tom had not only broken through the wards to allow them both entry, but was making it so that older Tom wouldn’t see them. Victoria had to be there – it was something to do with Tom assuming Voldemort, and she was one of his soul anchors. But she didn’t quite understand it. She carried every single one of those nasty things on herself right now.
A quiet stunner went on the rat Peter Pettigrew that Victoria had allowed to live. Tom was already considering having Victoria take the rat to the basilisk that night. Then, they were inside of a quiet office.
“Hello there –“ Tom said appearing out of the shadows.
Quickly, Voldemort turned with a flash and pointed his wand at Tom, but found he could do nothing.
“I am taking over,” Tom said to his older alter-ego.
“You have split your soul up too much.” Victoria wearing all of the soul jars had to keep her hand on Tom as he continued to taunt his older self.
Tom chanted dark words as Voldemort glared at him, but suddenly he disappeared. As that happened Victoria felt the loss of something from herself and all the other items that she was wearing. She had to hold on strongly to her Occlumency shields, because she was certain that she was about to lose consciousness.When it was over for her, she saw Tom drop to a knee. Quickly, Victoria cast the spells that Tom had taught her. They were simple wards for keeping people out, but they wouldn’t last long. Tom had told her that this was going to be the worst part and this was why they had done it at this time. If any of the Dark Lord’s minions were awake and aware they might try to infiltrate the castle while Tom worked. Victoria felt an attack against the wards. Tom had said the wards that Voldemort had placed on the home would attack the wards she created, but her simple ones would suffice until he took control. Victoria sweated it out for nearly thirty long minutes until Tom stood up.
Then, he shimmered, putting on a not quite a glamour. He called it more like a skin. Then the form that Voldemort had been in suddenly appeared before her. He reached down and dressed himself in Voldemort’s robes and then spoke.
“Take off your robe, Victoria –“ he said.
Victoria took off the robe and looked at him with a little fright. He appeared just as Voldemort did.
“I had not planned to do this this early, but this will make things easier. On your knees in front of me,” he hissed.
“Victoria Avery,” he said with a new voice cold and above everything around him, “present me your left arm, sleeve down.”
Victoria pulled down the sleeve of her robe and presented her arm. He pressed that wand to her arm, and suddenly Victoria felt pain like never before.
Pain coursed throughout every inch of her and all she knew was pain. She felt fire from her veins and bones in her arm spreading now throughout her body. But what seemed like forever slowly ended. Victoria breathed raggedly as he released her arm.
“Victoria,” he said, “I am no longer Tom nor are you permitted to speak my name, Voldemort –“ he hissed. “You will call me, Master. Do you understand?”
Victoria felt like she had enough breath and she said with as much strength as she could,
“Yes, Master –“
“I have marked you as a full Death Eater. Now, I can summon you whenever I need you and now you will notice that the wards of my father’s ancestral home will accept you.”
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