Eclipse Transit

[Tom Marvolo Riddle]

I was setting a pace that blazed along a path spear headed by determination and my body. It didn’t command my attention; I had much more important thoughts to bother with than the monotonous plane I was currently traversing. Things like what had become of my existence.

A sigh gripped my throat but I resisted the immaturity of such a pointless expression of emotion not when there was no audience to benefit from such a display. I had never been in a body this long even counting the possession of Ginny, but I had to make an effort now, lest habits slip upon me. I would not be beholden to the same errors and weaknesses that brought Voldemort low.

I needed information. The kind of information of what had become of my creator and how this world worked. Though specifics on my Voldemort perhaps would be more welcomed because despite how informative Harry and Ginny had been, their words were still that of children, and not to be trusted for more than a general summary at best. I need to know what he had done and more to the point, how had he fallen?

My very existence alone should have been more than enough to secure Voldemort’s immortality. And I knew for the fact that I was not the only Horcrux to be made. Which looking back now may have been his undoing. Secrets of the Darkest Art cautioned the risk to the soul that was torn… And then there was the issue which my slumber was never interrupted during the supposed fall of the Dark Lord except by Lucius’ own futile efforts to store away anything that remotely related to the Knights of Walpurgis, or rather that ridiculous pseudonym.

Death Eaters, really?

The Knights were meant to be the saving grace of a wizarding society drowning in mediocracy. Instead the fool went and renamed them like some muggle band fancying itself a terrorist cell… It was depressing and worse however was not even knowing why such thing had come to pass. My Knights were… well it was as they said, no use lamenting over spilt polyjuice.

Ruminations were interrupted as at last I had reached yelling distance of the figure that I had caught sight of, only this time what had scryed from a distance was gone. As if a time of before had been a mirage. While I wasn’t unfamiliar with such illusions and phenomenon in my studies, to have corpses and any symptoms of a battle gone in the span of such a short time was disorienting.

I paused to survey the area for a brief moment before continuing on, I had never wished so much for a chronometer as did in that moment if only to dissuade myself of the idea that time itself here was as fallible as it suddenly seemed to be. Now it seemed the figure instead of engaged in a furious battle was simply traveling.

Small favors or ominous happenstance?

Closing the distance further, it left me only to tighten my silver and green tie bearing the serpent’s crest of my house. It would not do to present anything but an impeccable appearance even in situations such as this. It was the one trait that Lucius and I shared in common. Only one.

Finally the distance was shortened to a point where it would be appropriate to address someone in a voice that wasn’t pressing the limits of my lungs.

“Well met, friend.” I said while plastering my face with my most amiable smile.