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It was cold.
The sort of cold that swept through what was left of my exposed soul. Youd think that not having a body would rid you of the constraints of flesh. but alas even I lay victim to the biting cold.
It had taken weeks to regain a semblance of function after my body had perished. When I was only just making a dent in the corruption of Albus Percival Will Fuck Brian Dumbledore. Trying to reshape the world before the old fools meddling caused the destruction of all things magic. The widening segregation of wizards and the old ways and the corruption of Hogwarts. How could anyone be so blind as not to see the praised hero turn out child soldiers as cannon fodder for a war they don’t understand.
I had plans.
Great plans only to be foiled by a baby.
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I really hated Severus. Just because he was a loyal subject didn’t make him any less of a dick. Many willing people would kill him with only a raise of my finger and a glint in their eye. I was surprised he hadn't been killed already. His isolated youth and strange obsession with Potter had made his mind easily twisted. Albus Bloody Dumbledore. The pinnacle of the phalluses. had undoubtedly filled his small mind that I was after his foolish heart. Spoon-fed the worm with a `prophecy` and warded the child to hell and back with dangerous magic
Come to think of it if you're not supposed to do magic while pregnant, I doubt powerful magic that young would be great for his development.
Shut up inner conscience I did powerful magic to kill him not to keep him alive.
Muggle feelings, I shall best you.
He only did it as he was too cowardly to face me in person.
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Peter Pettigrew was surprisingly useful. Despite his unfortunate demeanor being that of an escaped victim of an identity crisis. Him being in constant comparison to the young Black Heir and the potter had shredded his self-esteem nicely. Fear and a simple show of power had him crawling at his feet like his pathetic Animagus form. He led me to the potters and the screaming parents yielded very little trouble. The boy had just looked up and stared. No tears blurred his eyes over his mother's still body. Just looked up like he couldn’t even fathom someone seeking harm. Arrogant even as an infant. It was then I went to kill him. To prevent a prophecy. To prevent my demise, I thus ended it.
And then there was nothing but the blistering cold.
My disembodied stated proved problematic.
It took concentration but I found I could impose my will onto small animals. I first felt a moth's presence and I soon entered the simple-minded creature's conscience. The moths thought s were mostly instinctual and primitive. The moth's sight was amazing, going from not being able to see to seeing in the dark was a shock. Flying was harder than anticipated. I was never particularly good with a broom so trying to make my now lumbering limbs into any semblance of transportation simply sucked. When I finally got the combination of wings feelers and feet in a line the blasted wind sent me tumbling. Grass becoming dangerous obsticals.it took a humiliating amount of effort not to be attracted to a nearby streetlight.
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I missed magic. For as long as I could remember I had magic. Used magic. Performing little experiments here and there. Giving muggles what they deserved. Hogwarts had shown him the power of it . But Dumbledore's grimy paws were all over the school. How could anyone be so ignorant as to believe a word of his lies?
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A sound filled my ears. I blinked. I had upgraded from a moth to an animal of a larger lifespan. To die as a moth would be detestable. From then a tried a small bird to a doe. The creature was woefully easy to possess and kept my know hooves firmly on the ground. My ears had pricked as a human entered the clearing. I didn’t recognize the wizard, but I am not sure exactly how long ago I was defeated. The mere sight of his dark brown wand had me leaving the body of the bewildered deer and imposing my will on this surprisingly malleable wizard. Quirrell was a dimwitted fool. Possession of his soul was not as hard as anticipated. It sapped my energy, and I wouldn’t be able to do powerful spells, but I gave me a body. A way to do magic and at last some of the blistering cold eased.
I could work with this.
I was undefeatable even from death.