Memories (a Harry Potter fan fiction)

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Chapter 1 part 1

A black cloaked figure trod determinedly towards a large stone castle at the end of the street. The rain continued to spatter the ground around him as lightening flashed in the sky. a long, bony white hand pushed open the wrought iron gate only to leave it open as he walked past. Even as the figure entered the shelter of the covered porch, he did not remove his hood. a quiet beam of light flowed through the keyhole, and the figure entered.

As the figure stepped within the handsome marble and oak sanctuary, he could hear the faint mumblings of a foreign langauge creeping along the halls. blood red eyes glanced up at the imposing chandelier above him. A small sqeak brought his eyes back down infront of him. a trembling house elf stood infront of him, dressed in a filthy pillowcase. "Take me to Lord Tarkama." the figure hissed.

The house elf bowed, then motioned for the figure to follow him. the cloaked figure followed the trembling house elf down winding corridors. As they turned another hall, the figure stopped at a small bear girl who had run into him. the girl looked up at the face under the figures cloak, and her happy face melted away. a young female kangeroo called to the child, then hopped over to the little girl and bent down to scoop her up.

Muttering what the figure assumed was a appology in the strange language, the Kangeroo wisked the child back down the hallway. "Shall we proceed sir?" The house elf asked, motioning with his hand. the figure did not nodd, but instead resumed walking towards the house elf. The two proceeded without any further interruption. Soon, the two came upon a room marked 'Nursery' in a golden letters on a oak plaque.

"Lord Trkama, sir." said the house elf, opening the door for the figure. Nodding, the figure stepped inside as a muscular man turned to face him. "Ah, Voldemort. Good to see you." said the man, closing the door on the house elf. "You as well, Tarkama." said Voldemort, noticing the limp body of a large female wolf. as Voldemort scanned the body, he noticed several sharp, knife like quills potruding from her tail.

"A quesa." Mused Voldemort, quietly. "Not just any quesa, brother. My wife, Jessica." said Tarkama with no remorse. Voldemort continued to scan the body and noticed a small crying bundle in the deceased womans arms. "Ah." said Voldemort, bending down and picking up the crying infant inside. the baby was a quesa, her tiny needle sized quills standing erect from her tail. "Ah yes, my niece is indeed powerful." said Voldemort, his red eyes flicking over the screaming baby.

"Keep her downtrodden, Tarkama." said Voldemort, handing the wailing baby back to his brother. "Otherwise, she may rise to destroy your empire." Voldemort added. Tarkama gave a single nodd, then looked down at the infant. "Da-da." The baby cooed. Tarkama grimaced at the nickname, then turned and walked towards the door. "Where may I contact you if I need you, brother?" Asked Tarkama, opening the door to see the house elf had gone.

"Your owl will find me, Tarkama." Voldemort replied as Tarkama waved his wand towards the door. Tarkama gave another single nodd before finally sealing the hallway with another wave of his wand.