Thunderous Rain

[timeturner]

This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling and publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury. No copyright infringement is intended or inferred.

 

Thunderous Rain

by timeturner

 

In the darkened caverns, he could feel it coming. The cold, frosty air rushing through the narrow rock cairns making his skin crawl. He hated the rain as a child. The “bringing life to the world†nonsense that was repeated so often in nursery rhymes made him nauseous. Even now, the idea that his entire being depended on the weather caused him a revulsion like nothing else. It was as if he was merely a drop of soil on the ground, clinging desperately to the life that the impending rain would offer him. He was not created to be dependent on anything…he was, after all, Lord Voldemort.

 

Something had gone terribly wrong with the spell he’d cast. He remembered facing James Potter and then facing off with the pathetic Mudblood Lily Evans as she plead for her son’s life. She was angry at first, her fiery red-headed temper making her believe she could defeat him. He knew the moment realization hit her…he made a single step toward the child and her mad ramblings immediately quieted. She was frozen, her green eyes glittering with acknowledged fear as lights in the room began to flicker. For a moment she simply stared at him, something akin to a feral animal caught at the end of a gun barrel. It only lasted a moment, though, and he admired the way she quickly recovered her senses. She would have been a credit to his side….her willingness to give her life for such a mundane reason as a child was testimony to that. Just like any Muggle parent might do, she foolishly begged for him to take her instead. She jumped between them - her red hair flailing madly with her quickened movements - a mixture of terror and resignation on her face as she realized his goal was not a child, but this particular child.

 

He could still feel his wand quiver in his hands…the feel of his power coursing through the wood as he directed it upon the child; flashes of brilliant light that warmed his soul knowing the death curse he cast was hitting its mark; and then, without warning, a sudden jolt of burning pain searing through every fiber of his being. He couldn’t remember running or even moving but he had somehow gotten out of the house and into the cold drenching rain to help lessen the excruciating burning sensation that filled what he could only imagine was his soul. Since then he had fled here, to Albania, where days were short and rain filled nights long. It was in the darkness, under a curtain of thunderous rain, that he thrived. Thrived and waited, for the day he would rise again.

[StepUpTimneh]

Wow, very nice! Great descriptions :)

[AnnieHarbuckle]

Oh No!

 

The story I've written has rain as a background image! I just wanted to let you know that before I post it so that you know I haven't coppied the idea from you!

 

You're story is brilliant though! I love it. Great writing!

[cosmic_llin]

Oooh, this is cool! Very atmospheric, great descriptions.

[timeturner]

Thanks everyone, I appreciate it :)

 

And no worries, Annie :)

[harry potter22]

really good jop time turner!!! (i think you know me) (i love these smilies)

[timeturner]

Thanks harry :)