Chapter Text
No no no no! I refuse! Voldemort was furious, he refused to die! He couldn’t believe the Potter boy had defeted him! Him! The most powerful wizard of all time! And now he was dead… NO! I will not die! Voldemort felt his soul being sucked towards the darkness that was death. He looked around in the darkness, looking for anything that he could hold onto.
A light! Several actually. Voldemort was still being sucked towards the darkness but he summoned all of his will, all of his power and tried to move towards the light. The lights seemed to move closer, and closer, and finally! Voldemort grabbed the light trying to figure out what it was.
It felt new, innocent… could it be a new life? Could this be the soul of someone whom was about to be born? Perfect. Voldemort looked around again and tried to find a soul that was just about to be born. There! It was a soul moving towards some kind of portal. Voldemort quickly moved towards the soul and grabbed it forcefully and threw it out of the way, then he entered the portal himself.
-------------------------------------------------------------
Cersei was exhausted, her baby had not been easy to birth. At some point it had felt as if the baby had died and then came back to life, she didn’t know how she could have felt it but she had.
“Where is the baby?” She asked the maids that had helped her.
“It’s a beautiful baby boy my queen”, one of them said as she handed the baby to her. Cersei looked at her baby and stared in shook. The baby had pitch black hair, how could it be? It looked nothing like her or Jaime. It couldn’t be Roberts! It just couldn’t! The baby started wailing and she brought him to her chest.
“He is beautiful my queen”
“Should I call for the king?”
“No not yet”, Cersei whispered. She couldn’t help but to love her child but she didn’t like that it was Roberts.
“Hey there little one, I’m your mother”, she whispered. She didn’t know it then but if she had known she would have killed that baby right there and then.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Voldemort tried to look around but his eyes wasn’t working. Stupid baby eyes! He hissed to himself. Well at least he was alive, if only his senses would start to work properly. Had he heard that right? Was the woman that held him a queen? Well wouldn’t that be just excellent? He wouldn’t even have to try to become a king.
Voldemort knew he had some boring years ahead of him but decided to try to make the most of the time. Like learning of this new place and revise what he already knew. Voldemort tried to feel his magic, yes it was there. Pulsing inside him. Excellent.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
Cersei first noted there was something wrong with Tommen when he was two and he was found reading a book of the history of Westeros. At first she thought he was just looking at the pages but then she noted his eyes moving along the lines and him turning the page regularly. Then she was happy, thinking her sweet little boy was gifted, she didn’t know then but if she had she would have thrown him of one of the towers.