Sequel to Love Conquers everything.

Chapter 2

Two days later, Australia
One of the Dark sides special hospitals

Voldemort walked through the entrance and took a deep breath. This could be it. This could make him whole or it could shatter him fully.

The elder Malfoy's presence at his side calmed the Dark Lord and he walked up to the closest nurse. She looked up and smiled when she saw him.

"My lord," she greeted. It was rare that someone did not know how the Dark Lord looked like nowadays. "What can I do for you?"

"Actually I'm looking for someone," Voldemort replied. "He has been in your recovery section for fourteen years."

She looked at him, and then blinked.

"Our recovery section for fourteen years?" she repeated and he nodded. "Oh, that must be the man with black hair and green eyes! Follow me."

She walked down the corridor until they came to the elevators. She stepped inside one of them and Voldemort and Lucius followed. She pressed the button for the tenth floor and they went up. While they were going up, she spoke up again:

"He was the first patient I had when I started here ten years ago. The head-nurse told me then he had already been there for around four years, and no one knew anything about him. We don't even know how he ended up in that severe condition."

"What kind of condition?" Voldemort asked.

She turned to him with sad eyes.

"It must have been something terrible," she said. "Only people who had lived through hell a hundred times would do what he did."

"What did he do?" The man was getting impatient. What condition? What had the man done?

"He wrapped his own soul around his inner magical core, to a place no one has reached him yet," the nurse said and stepped out of the elevator, her clip-board pressed against her chest. "During the time I took care of him, I haven't seen a sign that he's really there. Here we go."

They came to a door and she opened it carefully.

"Sometimes his magic lashes out when he feels someone with evil intents," she said to the two men. "Three male nurses tried to take advantage of his body before I came. They all were killed by him."

They stared at her but she had already turned around again. She peered around the door and smiled a bit. She opened it fully and said to the Dark Lord and the blonde man:

"Meet Emerald. That's what we call him because we never found out his name. He seems to be slightly better than he was last week when I did the rounds here. Small miracles."

They entered and Voldemort stared. On the only bed in the room sat a man in his early thirties in the middle of the bed with his legs on his right side, his left arm steadying him. Dull emerald eyes stared into the wall opposite him. A black robe was wrapped around his frame but it was still loose around his naked legs and shoulders. Raven hair was put up in a ponytail and the hair ended around his waist. The skin was pale, but there was one thing that stood out on his forehead.

The nurse saw they were both staring at his forehead and she said:

"Some joked we should've called him Lightning bolt because of the scar he has but that sounded too rude. I like Emerald better though I would love to know that someone knows him."