Welcome to Riddle Manor."Harry's at

Welcome to Riddle Manor."

Harry's attention was drawn to the high, raspy voice and couldn't help but stare. It was the same pitiful gnomish figure he'd seen when he accidentally entered one of Marvolo's visions. Still, seeing it for the second time didn't really prepare Harry for the disgusted awe felt seeing it in real life.

The voice came from this sickly looking creature, so small that if it stood up, it would only come up to Harry's chest. As it was, it was sitting in this metal contraption that reminded Harry of a wheel-less scooter. Despite its seemingly vulnerable state, Harry knew better than to underestimate this golem creature, because even without his scar, he could feel the pressure of dark power pressing against his skin like a physical entity. It made Harry's skin tingle delightfully, like a dozen pepper-ups, and it was all he could do to keep from just sinking mindlessly into it.

Thankfully, almost all of its attention was on Marvolo-the two souls face to face for the first time, studying each other critically.

"Ssso you are the firssst and lassst pieces of me…" Voldemort was the first to break the silence, his voice thin and reedy and had a hissy undertone to it. "Fassscinating…but why have you only come to me now so many years, and bringing company as well…?"

"You, of course, know Severus Snape…" Marvolo began.

At this the little golem's red eyes narrowed. "Yesss, the traitor… Ssso many have betrayed me..."

Marvolo did not acknowledge this. "And Harry Potter."

This got a more dramatic reaction out of the golem. Magic spiked in the air, lashing out angrily, and Harry flinched. He resisted the urge to hide himself behind Severus though, and instead stuck his chin out stubbornly.

"The Traitor I can understand, but why, my horcrux, did you bring the Brat here!" Voldemort demanded, and then his eyes glistened like a predator. Off to the side, the snake swayed in agitation, and Harry squirmed underneath the gaze of those intense red orbs-orbs that were nothing like the warmth of Marvolo's. These were like the muddy rust of dried blood, and the sheer hatred and rage in them made Harry feel completely vulnerable even with his wand grasped firmly in his hand. "Unlesss you mean for the boy…"

"No!" Marvolo said firmly. "You are consumed by hatred and revenge. This boy will serve us better alive than dead."

"He was the one to cast me from my body!" Voldemort snarled, trembling with fury. Harry's scar pinched uncomfortably, sensing the echoes of Voldemort's temper too.

"Because we acted impetuously and without thought," Marvolo argued back. "I have heard the rest of the prophesy, something we should have done before we attacked that night."

Voldemort's attention was momentarily distracted by the Prophesy. "Then speak it, and I will decide on the boy's use."

Marvolo dutifully recited the words.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born as the seventh month dies,

The Lord of Dark will mark him, The Lord of Light will raise him.

A final Choice made, a final Change endured…then he will win the Eternal Struggle…

Both paths are wrought, but only one is walked.

The one of both Light and Dark approaches, born as the seventh month dies…

Voldemort had him repeated it once more. "And you believe the boy has chosen the Dark path."

Harry couldn't help but be impressed. Alone and in only a few minutes, he had come to the same conclusion they had. Voldemort might be reduced to this pathetic golem form and insane to boot, but no one could say the man wasn't brilliant.

Marvolo nodded.

"And you don't think he'll betray me?" Voldemort hissed, looking disgusted at his other self. "I never thought myself so gullible before."

"It is obvious that in removing me from your soul," Marvolo growled back. "That you have also removed all your wisdom as well."

"Insolence….You are but a mere horcrux…the useless parts…"

"The BEST parts of you!" Marvolo declared. "We've shred ourselves to the point of near nonexistence. Look at what you've become. Too little of your soul left to even properly fill a golem's body. Pathetic…" he spat.

"I will be restored greater and more terrifying than ever before," Voldemort returned. "The Resurrection of Democles…"

"Requires the blood of an enemy, taken against his will," Marvolo overrode him, obviously knowing what Voldemort was talking about. "But Harry Potter is no longer our enemy. You know the most potent sacrifice is one that is willingly given."

Voldemort snorted. "You would have me believe that Dumbledore's Golden Boy is willing to submit to the ritual that would resurrect the murderer of his parents?"

"See for yourself."

Both Harry and Severus looked startled by Marvolo's offer.

"I believe I shall," Voldemort replied and turned his red eyes towards a nervous Harry. "Kneel, Boy, and look into my eyes."

Instead of instantly complying, Harry looked to Marvolo for a clue of what he should do.

"Harry Potter is mine," Marvolo interjected. "He will submit to you after our merge is complete."

Voldemort snarled at this, but grudgingly nodded. "Step forward then, Brat."

Getting confirmation from Marvolo, Harry tried to steady his nerves and stepped forward, forcing his green eyes to focus on those fathomless red ones, and lowered all of his occlumancy shields.

Harry had prepared himself for the stabbing pain of having his mind invaded by the Dark Lord, certain that the man would not care about being gentle or about Harry's comfort. And it was slightly uncomfortable, having all your memories sifted through at lightening speed, but it was not even a fraction of what he had feared. In fact, having the Dark Lord, while much more powerful, back inside his mind felt oddly familiar and comfortable…Like Marvolo's soul had returned home.

Finally, after who knows how long, Voldemort pulled out and threw his head back, cackling so hard Harry feared he might fall out of his magical seat. "Oh the irony!" Voldemort continued to crow. "That Old Fool doesn't even realize he's already lost!"

Marvolo smirked back, looking all too smug. It wasn't a reaction Harry saw on his friend very often. "I had come to the same conclusions myself."

"The boy's magic is strong, I will concede to that," Voldemort admitted, now studying Harry like he was some kind of fascinating potion's ingredient.

One spidery hand reached up, and Harry forced himself not to pull away, but it didn't touch him. It only hovered inches over his skin as if tracing his magical aura.

"Yes…quite exquisite…" he hissed. For a moment, Voldemort' red eyes fluttered close as he tasted, and Harry felt the hairs on his skin rise up.

Without thinking, he allowed his chakra centers to open a little to get a better feel of Voldemort's power, but he wasn't prepared for the sudden influx of rich, dark, forbidden magic that suddenly rushed in. Sweat broke over his forehead, his heart hammered in his chest, and Harry gave an involuntary moan of pleasure. If he could see himself, he would've seen how his hair and clothes whipped around him in a frenzy and how his eyes feverishly glowed as bright as the Avada Kedavera. But all he knew was the power coursing through his body.

It was the most amazing thing Harry had ever felt. Marvolo felt like this too, but nothing to this degree. It was so invigorating, a hundred times better than winning his first Quidditch game, better than even the rush of magic when he first grasped his wand. It was incredible, and Harry just wanted to loose himself into it and never come back out.

Off to the side, the large serpent writhed in pleasure amongst its coils.

And then the flow of magic was suddenly cut off. Harry almost toppled over, having given himself over so completely to the magic. Blinking dazedly, he was surprised to find Marvolo had come between him and Voldemort, and then someone…Severus, Harry realized, had grabbed him under his arms and dragged him backwards.

Harry whimpered in protest, not wanting leave that intoxicating magic. But then, his head was finally beginning to clear. He shot Severus an embarrassed glance, to which he only got a disapproving look in return.

Voldemort, too, was not pleased for having Harry ripped away from him and snarled viciously. While both Severus and Harry flinched at the angry energy that whipped out at them, Marvolo stood firm against the storm, seemingly not at all affected. In fact, it almost looked like he was thriving in this whirlwind of magic.

"If you are quite through," Marvolo said contemptuously. "We have business to discuss."

It was obvious Voldemort wasn't happy about this, but conceded to the necessity.

Severus and Harry took the two empty wing backed chairs, and Marvolo wrapped himself around Harry's back. While this was nothing strange between them, Harry got the feeling that Marvolo was sending a rather possessive message to Voldemort. Harry didn't mind at all. In fact, this entire meeting had unnerved him, and having Marvolo wrapped around him again was a source of comfort that Harry wasn't ashamed to take advantage of.

And then the large snake began slithering towards them. Everyone paused to see what she was going to do. It paid Severus no mind, bypassing him with no interest, but headed right at Harry and Marvolo instead.

§Hello, my Lovely,§ Marvolo hissed welcomingly, and to Harry, he said §this is Nagini, my familiar.§

Harry swallowed thickly. §Nagini,§ he repeated. With Marvolo at his back, he felt brave enough to extend a hand for her to taste, which she did.

§It is good you are here,§ Nagini finally replied, as if imparting some great wisdom on them. §We are better when we are together.§

Harry looked curious at that cryptic statement until he realized that Nagini was also a horcrux. He could sense Marvolo's familiar aura in her too. Without invitation, she slithered up the chair, settled her thick, and admittedly heavy, coils around Harry's body. Between Marvolo and Nagini, Harry

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Chào mừng đến câu đố Manor."Sự chú ý của Harry đã được rút ra cao, chất giọng nói và không thể giúp đỡ, nhưng nhìn chằm chằm. Đó là cùng một con số gnomish thương tâm ông đã nhìn thấy khi ông vô tình bước vào một trong tầm nhìn của Marvolo. Tuy nhiên, nhìn thấy nó cho lần thứ hai đã không thực sự chuẩn bị Harry cho disgusted awe cảm thấy nhìn thấy nó trong cuộc sống thực.Tiếng nói đến từ này hay đau tìm sinh vật, như vậy nhỏ rằng nếu nó đứng dậy, nó sẽ chỉ đi lên để Harry của ngực. Như nó đã, nó đã ngồi trong này thiết bị kim loại nhắc nhở Harry của một xe bánh xe-ít. Mặc dù tình trạng của nó dường như dễ bị tổn thương, Harry biết tốt hơn để đánh giá thấp này sinh vật golem, bởi vì thậm chí không có vết sẹo của ông, ông có thể cảm thấy áp lực lượng tối cách nhấn chống lại làn da của mình như một thực thể vật lý. Nó làm cho da của Harry kêu leng keng delightfully, như một chục hạt tiêu-up, và nó đã là tất cả các ông có thể làm để giữ từ chỉ chìm mindlessly vào nó.Rất may, hầu như tất cả sự chú ý của nó đã trên Marvolo the hai linh hồn mặt đối mặt cho lần đầu tiên, học tập lẫn nhau giới phê bình."Bạn là phần firssst và lassst của tôi Ssso..." Voldemort là người đầu tiên phá vỡ sự im lặng, giọng mỏng và reedy và có một undertone hissy với nó. "Fassscinating... nhưng tại sao có bạn chỉ đến với tôi bây giờ rất nhiều năm, và mang lại cho công ty là tốt...?""Bạn, tất nhiên, biết Severus Snape..." Marvolo bắt đầu.Lúc này golem nhỏ màu đỏ mắt thu hẹp. "Vâng, kẻ phản bội... Ssso nhiều người đã phản bội tôi... "Marvolo không thừa nhận điều này. "Và Harry Potter."Điều này có một phản ứng Ấn tượng hơn ra khỏi golem. Ma thuật tăng vọt trong không khí, dây giận dữ, và Harry flinched. Ông chống lại việc đôn đốc để ẩn mình phía sau Severus mặc dù, và thay vào đó bị mắc kẹt cằm của ông ra kiên."Kẻ phản bội tôi có thể hiểu, nhưng tại sao, vì tôi, đã làm bạn mang lại đây Brat!" Voldemort đã yêu cầu, và sau đó đôi mắt của mình glistened như một động vật ăn thịt. Đi sang một bên, con rắn swayed trong kích động, và Harry squirmed bên dưới cái nhìn của các cường độ cao orbs-orbs đỏ là gì giống như sự ấm áp của của Marvolo. Đây là giống như chất tẩy rửa bùn của máu khô, và tuyệt đối hận thù và cơn thịnh nộ trong đó thực hiện Harry cảm thấy hoàn toàn dễ bị tổn thương thậm chí với cây đũa phép của mình nắm vững chắc trong tay. "Unlesss bạn có nghĩa là cho các cậu bé...""Không!" Marvolo nói vững chắc. "Bạn được tiêu thụ bởi hận thù và trả thù. Cậu bé này sẽ phục vụ chúng ta tốt hơn sống hơn chết.""Ông là người bỏ tôi từ cơ thể của tôi!" Voldemort snarled, run rẩy với cơn giận dữ. Vết sẹo của Harry pinched hẹp không tiện nghi, cảm biến vang Voldemort temper quá."Bởi vì chúng tôi hành động impetuously và không có suy nghĩ," Marvolo cho trở lại. "Tôi đã nghe phần còn lại của các tiên tri, một cái gì đó chúng ta nên đã làm trước khi chúng ta tấn công đêm đó."Sự chú ý của Voldemort trong giây lát đã bị phân tâm bởi các tiên tri. "Sau đó nói nó, và tôi sẽ quyết định về việc sử dụng của cậu bé."Marvolo dutifully ngâm các từ.Người có sức mạnh để vanquish Dark Lord cách tiếp cận, sinh như tháng thứ bảy chết,The Lord of Dark will mark him, The Lord of Light will raise him.A final Choice made, a final Change endured…then he will win the Eternal Struggle…Both paths are wrought, but only one is walked.The one of both Light and Dark approaches, born as the seventh month dies…Voldemort had him repeated it once more. "And you believe the boy has chosen the Dark path."Harry couldn't help but be impressed. Alone and in only a few minutes, he had come to the same conclusion they had. Voldemort might be reduced to this pathetic golem form and insane to boot, but no one could say the man wasn't brilliant.Marvolo nodded."And you don't think he'll betray me?" Voldemort hissed, looking disgusted at his other self. "I never thought myself so gullible before.""It is obvious that in removing me from your soul," Marvolo growled back. "That you have also removed all your wisdom as well.""Insolence….You are but a mere horcrux…the useless parts…""The BEST parts of you!" Marvolo declared. "We've shred ourselves to the point of near nonexistence. Look at what you've become. Too little of your soul left to even properly fill a golem's body. Pathetic…" he spat."I will be restored greater and more terrifying than ever before," Voldemort returned. "The Resurrection of Democles…""Requires the blood of an enemy, taken against his will," Marvolo overrode him, obviously knowing what Voldemort was talking about. "But Harry Potter is no longer our enemy. You know the most potent sacrifice is one that is willingly given."Voldemort snorted. "You would have me believe that Dumbledore's Golden Boy is willing to submit to the ritual that would resurrect the murderer of his parents?""See for yourself."Both Harry and Severus looked startled by Marvolo's offer."I believe I shall," Voldemort replied and turned his red eyes towards a nervous Harry. "Kneel, Boy, and look into my eyes."Instead of instantly complying, Harry looked to Marvolo for a clue of what he should do."Harry Potter is mine," Marvolo interjected. "He will submit to you after our merge is complete."Voldemort snarled at this, but grudgingly nodded. "Step forward then, Brat."Getting confirmation from Marvolo, Harry tried to steady his nerves and stepped forward, forcing his green eyes to focus on those fathomless red ones, and lowered all of his occlumancy shields.Harry had prepared himself for the stabbing pain of having his mind invaded by the Dark Lord, certain that the man would not care about being gentle or about Harry's comfort. And it was slightly uncomfortable, having all your memories sifted through at lightening speed, but it was not even a fraction of what he had feared. In fact, having the Dark Lord, while much more powerful, back inside his mind felt oddly familiar and comfortable…Like Marvolo's soul had returned home.Finally, after who knows how long, Voldemort pulled out and threw his head back, cackling so hard Harry feared he might fall out of his magical seat. "Oh the irony!" Voldemort continued to crow. "That Old Fool doesn't even realize he's already lost!"Marvolo smirked back, looking all too smug. It wasn't a reaction Harry saw on his friend very often. "I had come to the same conclusions myself.""The boy's magic is strong, I will concede to that," Voldemort admitted, now studying Harry like he was some kind of fascinating potion's ingredient.One spidery hand reached up, and Harry forced himself not to pull away, but it didn't touch him. It only hovered inches over his skin as if tracing his magical aura."Yes…quite exquisite…" he hissed. For a moment, Voldemort' red eyes fluttered close as he tasted, and Harry felt the hairs on his skin rise up.Without thinking, he allowed his chakra centers to open a little to get a better feel of Voldemort's power, but he wasn't prepared for the sudden influx of rich, dark, forbidden magic that suddenly rushed in. Sweat broke over his forehead, his heart hammered in his chest, and Harry gave an involuntary moan of pleasure. If he could see himself, he would've seen how his hair and clothes whipped around him in a frenzy and how his eyes feverishly glowed as bright as the Avada Kedavera. But all he knew was the power coursing through his body.It was the most amazing thing Harry had ever felt. Marvolo felt like this too, but nothing to this degree. It was so invigorating, a hundred times better than winning his first Quidditch game, better than even the rush of magic when he first grasped his wand. It was incredible, and Harry just wanted to loose himself into it and never come back out.
Off to the side, the large serpent writhed in pleasure amongst its coils.

And then the flow of magic was suddenly cut off. Harry almost toppled over, having given himself over so completely to the magic. Blinking dazedly, he was surprised to find Marvolo had come between him and Voldemort, and then someone…Severus, Harry realized, had grabbed him under his arms and dragged him backwards.

Harry whimpered in protest, not wanting leave that intoxicating magic. But then, his head was finally beginning to clear. He shot Severus an embarrassed glance, to which he only got a disapproving look in return.

Voldemort, too, was not pleased for having Harry ripped away from him and snarled viciously. While both Severus and Harry flinched at the angry energy that whipped out at them, Marvolo stood firm against the storm, seemingly not at all affected. In fact, it almost looked like he was thriving in this whirlwind of magic.

"If you are quite through," Marvolo said contemptuously. "We have business to discuss."

It was obvious Voldemort wasn't happy about this, but conceded to the necessity.

Severus and Harry took the two empty wing backed chairs, and Marvolo wrapped himself around Harry's back. While this was nothing strange between them, Harry got the feeling that Marvolo was sending a rather possessive message to Voldemort. Harry didn't mind at all. In fact, this entire meeting had unnerved him, and having Marvolo wrapped around him again was a source of comfort that Harry wasn't ashamed to take advantage of.

And then the large snake began slithering towards them. Everyone paused to see what she was going to do. It paid Severus no mind, bypassing him with no interest, but headed right at Harry and Marvolo instead.

§Hello, my Lovely,§ Marvolo hissed welcomingly, and to Harry, he said §this is Nagini, my familiar.§

Harry swallowed thickly. §Nagini,§ he repeated. With Marvolo at his back, he felt brave enough to extend a hand for her to taste, which she did.

§It is good you are here,§ Nagini finally replied, as if imparting some great wisdom on them. §We are better when we are together.§

Harry looked curious at that cryptic statement until he realized that Nagini was also a horcrux. He could sense Marvolo's familiar aura in her too. Without invitation, she slithered up the chair, settled her thick, and admittedly heavy, coils around Harry's body. Between Marvolo and Nagini, Harry