Next Time Around

Voldemort's wrath

Author's note:
Thank you all so much for the support. I write this for myself because I want to improve my writing skills, but it is very encouraging to see so many people want to read my story. I mean for real, 910 reads is crazy! Thank you all so much! Anyways, here is the new chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own the HP universe.

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As he made his way in, Elias desperately wanted to stop and blink. He had mentally prepared himself for quite a lot of different scenarios, but he had not even in the slightest expected to see Voldemort with a normal face. Quite a handsome face, actually. It seemed like his looks had reverted back to the one he had during his teenage years, but slightly older. Maybe twenty-five or thirty.

It didn't deter Elias in the slightest though. No, he just strode along like he had no care in the world.

Voldemort, Elias noticed, had been in the middle of a meeting with a big group of Death Eaters. As Elias walked on, he heard hurried footsteps catching up on him. He saw lord Malfoy appear next to him and tug on his sleeve subtly. With raised eyebrows that he was sure at least Voldemort could spot, he halted.

'My Lord, I'm so sorry- he demanded an audience and I couldn't stop him from coming-'

Elias snorted. The sound was loud in the silent meeting room. Feeling a bit vindictive, he said silkily 'is that so, Lucius?'

It was quite amusing to see Lord Malfoy go from slightly flustered to ivory in under a second. Elias walked on, casually dropping himself in a chair along the big table in the middle of the room. Just to mess with people, he nodded at mr Crouch Junior.

'Hey Barty.' Elias had not known that Crouch had escaped yet, but it seemed that certain things had already crucially changed from the life Harry had previously been going through.

Elias looked at Voldemort, who was staring at him with different emotions swirling through his ruby-red eyes. Confusion, rage, curiosity, surprise... Voldemort bit out one, furious sentence.

'Who, in the name of Circe, are you.'

'If I said Harry Potter, would you believe me?'

Voldemort's magic lashed out. 'No. Games. Intruder. Answer me.'

Though the rest of the table subtly tried to back away from the brewing time-bomb that was their lord, Elias merely smirked. Mentally though he did put himself on sharp, he wasn't stupid.

'Elias. Elias... Riddle.'

Voldemort let out an anger filled hiss. Again, his magic spiked. Knowing what was most likely to come next, his followers quickly stood and went to the sides of the room. Only a crazy person would just remain sitting there, in their eyes.

'Crucio! Crucio, crucio, crucio!'

Elias remained seated, using no magic and minimal movement to evade the curses. On the inside, he was scared to death, but he had to make a certain impression. As Voldemort saw how ineffective his curses were, he slowly came to a stop.

Elias saw a couple of people glance at the doorway from the sides of the room. Never one to be uninformed, he glanced behind himself as well. It seemed like Nagini had come in the room. For now though, Elias decided he wanted to keep his fluency in the noble language of Parseltongue a secret, so he merely glanced back at Voldemort.

Voldemort was still seething in his chair -throne- and with a small hand gesture he excused the Death Eaters from the meeting. In sibilant sounds, quite like Parseltongue, he told Elias: