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It was Christmas night, and twenty year old Elizabeth Mavis was sound asleep on her bed.

Then, there was a loud, thunderous crack like lighting which seemed to eminated from her very room that had her awake in seconds, frozen in speechless terror as she tried to make out through the darkness what had happened.

Blinking for a moment, her breath caught in her throat as she made out the silhouette of a man, not a meter from her, with reds eyes locking with hers. She waited for him to vanish, to be a hallucination, she begged for him to be a hallucination as she found herself rooted to the spot in terror.

He raised something, in his hand, at her face, and with a cold voice spoke, "Where am I?" He said, softly, but with an edge that made Elizabeth's hair stand on end. She couldn't believe what was in front of her, and she couldn't form a sentence, her mind refusing to comprehend.

"I don't have time for this... Avada Kadavera!" The familiar words invoked the cogs in her brain to spin, in a sort of shocked disbelief, her mind connecting the dots in mer seconds she realized who this was, and what he was doing.

She flinched, expecting the fabled flash of green light that would have killed so many, that was described over and over again in the books as such, sudden death instantly following the light.

But it never came.  

He blinked.

There was no flash of green light. 

Was this just some crazy idiot playing a break on her? But she looked into his eyes again, and as her eyes had adjusted she saw the snake like features described in the books, to real to be make-up. His hands were just as described, long, unnatural, and spider like. This couldn't be anyone else. This was..

"... Voldemort..." She said, and with adrenaline rushing through her veins, she bolted, flinging the covers up as Voldemort recovered from the shock of his magical failure, and racing out of her room.

She rounded a corner, slamming the bathroom door closed and locked the door, back pressed against the other end of the bathroom. There was a moment of silence, then she heard the door handle rattle.

"Alohamora." She heard whispered on the other side, and the handle rattled again. She heard a hiss from Voldemort, that sounded a bit like a curse, and thanked whoever was listening that he didn't have magic.

"What have you done? Why can't I use my magic?!" He demanded from the other side.

"... I don't know!" She said. "It's not enchanted or anything, I swear! I'm not a witch either! I have no idea what's going on, but you should probably know it's 2021 and also you're a fictional character!"

"... you're a muggle... 2021? Fictional character? What nonesense." Voldemort dismissed.

"It's true. I swear. The books are about Harry Potter and how he defeats you!" Said Elizabeth.

"Lies. This is all foolishness."

"You have horcruxs! A diary, locket, cup, er ring! Um... also a tiara? Diadum!? Something like that! You hid the diary with Lucious, locket in this cave with like overkill booby traps, the cup in Gringotts I think, the ring in... your grandfather, the magic ones, old home or jack? And the tiara is had Hogwarts in the room of requirement!"

"... how do you know this?"

"The books! I read about them in the Harry Potter books! If you promise to make no further attempts on my life, I'll show you!"

There was a long pause.

"Very well. Show me, girl." He sounded calmer, but that frightened her more.

"My name is Elizabeth, not girl- and I'm twenty for crying out loud." Elizabeth chided.

"I don't care. Show me, or I will lose my patience." He hissed. Elizabeth unlocked the door with a click, and slowly opened it. Looking up at the Dark Lord, she felt the strong urge to run, but instead walked past him. "This way."

She made her way to where she kept the seven books, and for a moment, wondered if this was a good idea. An impatience, "Well?" From Voldemort made her brush those thoughts aside, and pull out the first volume, handing it to Voldemort.

If he ever figures out how to get back, they're all screwed. I think I just killed all the Harry Potter characters. Shit.

Voldemort flicked through the pages, his face going from calm and calculated, to disbelief, to shock, to rage, to cold and calculated once again. He closed the book as Elizabeth stood there, and asked, "There are more?"

"Yes..." She pointed to the bookshelf, and Voldemort helped himself to each novel, flipping through the pages with a frustrated expression, growing darker and darker with each book. He was reading them, skimming, but reading each page. Elizabeth stood, awkwardly, and decided to go make some tea. "Where are you going?" Her movement was not missed by Voldemort, who stared at her as he clutched The Half Blood Prince.

"Tea. Want some?"

".... no."

"Well I'm getting some." She said, and left the room. Upon exiting she waited for any sign he was following, before letting out a shaky breath, and nearly collapsed into a chair. Voldemort. In her house. Voldemort. The Dark Lord. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. You-Know-Who. Tom Riddle.

Tea.

She needed tea.

Upon returning to the room she found Voldemort with a disbelieving expression on his face. In his hands was the Deathly Hallows.

"A horcrux?! Potter is a Horcrux!? All of this time..." He muttered and she took a sip of tea. "Are you still sure about the tea?" She asked, and he glared at her. "It's Earl Grey." She commented as she took a sip, and he curled his lip.

"... very well... you better not have poisoned it."

"No, I'm all out of poisons, sadly." Elizabeth joked, pouring him a cup.

Then she took a moment to appreciate the sheer absurdity of her situation.

Lord Voldemort was sipping tea and reading Harry Potter in her living room.

... This has to be some kind of crack-pot dream. She was convinced. He was very convincing though, and after a few hours her fear of him lessened significantly since he cannot perform magic, making him a lot less of a threat.

Granted, he could probably still kill her because he was bigger and probably stronger than her, but she could also probably get away from him a lot easier this way as well. She was half tempted to just run for it, and leave him behind, but that would mean leaving her house and never coming back, and she liked her house, so that wasn't an option.

She did debated over poisoning him, but what would she do with the body? There was no way she could carry him, even to her backyard to bury him beneath the wildflowers or to the trunk of her car. Especially not without being seen.

He would not kill her so long as she behaved and was of use. She was extra sure to not set off his temper. He was currently still obsessing over the books, hissing curses here and there, clearly pissed about his end, and how Harry was a horcrux.

Elizabeth was like to make a formal apology to every character in Harry Potter, and to Harry Potter himself as especially, as she just handed the Dark Lord a means to destroy everything and everyone in that world.

At least she won't have to witness it.

You-Know-Who: Vanished?

You-Know-Who has suddenly vanished, with no more attacks or sightings, we wonder, where is he now? Following the attack on the Ministry He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was making a come back, with death eaters being freed by the week, and attacks on wizards and muggles alike seeing a startling climb, however, since Chistmas Eve, You-Know-Who is yet to be sighted again.

We ask our community to remain ever vigilante in these dark times, although whatever forces are keeping the dark lord at bay, may they remain doing as such?

W e can only hope.

Well, for now this is a one shot, but what do ya think? Another chapter? Should she end up in the Potterverse with Voldemort? Or at least, just in the Potterverse when he eventually figures out how to return? Let me know!

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Paranoid didn't even begin to describe Elizabeth's feelings at the moment.

Voldemort was.... odd. He tried, a few times, to cast spells. Whenever she angered him she could see his hand twitch, probably itching to use one of the curses on her. He would act, civil, to a degree, whenever he wanted something.

Only, when he wanted something, she soon realized. He did go out, restless in the house and she all but forced him to wear something to disguise himself. Sunglasses for his eyes, and a coat (the only thing he would concede to wearing) along with a mask.

He didn't understand the mask, so Elizabeth cheerfully informed him of the global pandemic sweeping the planet. He complained of 'muggle filth' regularly, and Elizabeth reminded him he was half muggle. He didn't appreciate those comments, often this was when his hand would curl around his hand, probably imagining her being killed or tortured.

They did fight, once, and Elizabeth discovered that, physically speaking he was still a 71 year old man, reborn or not, and he was very much weakened from the lack of magic. She could take him, and she did. He struck her across the face, so she sprung up and slapped him back, which then resulted in a scuffled. Voldemort grabbed her hair so she grabbed his ears, and succeeded in almost tearing one off. She drew some blood by scratching down his cheek, and he tried to strangle her against the wall, before she use her legs to kick him full force in the stomach with one foot and in the nuts with the other. That made him release her, before she punched him with all her strength in the eye.

"You know, if you're gonna be such a dick I can still kick you out." Voldemort glared at her from across the living room from where he'd been analyzing Harry Potter. He'd been obsessing over the books for days. They'd both decided to ignore their fight, although the beating she managed on him had at least made him back off a bit. He was sporting a black eye now, with cut marks from her nails on the other side of his face. She had some bruises on her neck, and place a scarf on to hide them.

She noticed he payed a lot of attention to the sixth and seventh book. Elizabeth suspect he was taking notes about all locations Harry would be at, and any information about the Order.

"If you do then when I figure out how to regain my magic you shall suffer."

"Based off, all evidence in the books, that will happen anyway."

"Oh, no my dear, you have no idea how cruel I can be. These books, barely cover a thing I have done."

"The books don't really have to. I just have to look at you to tell that, and what exactly makes you think I'll allow you the pleasure?"

"You won't have a choice."

"Bold of you to say that. I guess that Anti-Social-Personality disorder for you."

"Anti- what?"

"It's a personality disorder. You are literally textbook."

"You dare?" He hissed.

Elizabeth laughed, because she'd read the last chapters of the seventh book and he sounded so... cheesy. "Please. Reread Harry's speech to your dumbass at the end for my response to that little comment. But anyway, it's not treatable like most personality disorders. I suspect due to the... whatever kinda love juice your mom drugged your dad with, some chemical components went missing and perhaps fucked with his chromosomes which resulted in your messed up brain chemistry, because that's all it is. That's why you're like the way you are. Add on some mental trauma, groomed by "pureblood" inbreeds. Oh, or all the inbreeding in the Gaunts resulted in a genetic fuck up." She said, keeping her distance from the dark lord. She'd rather not add to either of their collections of bruises and scratches. 

Voldemort was growing more and more angry, and he seemed to yearn for his wand to work, as his hand was now grasping it. "Oh and by the way, there is a bit more information the books left out. Stuff about Dumbledore, specifically, and a bit about Grindewald, oh and the true nature of their relationship."

"True nature?"

"Dumbledore is gay." Elizabeth said plainly, and Voldemort blinked, as if this genuinely confused, and surprised him.

".... and..?" He didn't understand, he wouldn't, of course.

"Connect the dots Riddle, or are you a virgin?" She teased him, and Voldemort stiffened, then an expression of disgust went over his face. Elizabeth held back a laugh at his reaction. "I see..." He looked disgusted and disturbed, and so Elizabeth continued.

"I'm like, 98% sure they fucked. I mean they were both hot, back in the day. I wonder who topped though?" She continued as if discussing the weather. "I bet it was Dumbles." Voldemort glared at her again.

"... continue talking and I don't care if I don't have any magic, I will make you suffer."

"You better be so glad you can't look inside my head right now. The images you'd see..." She grinned at him, looking him in the eye. He cringed.

"Silence." Okay he was definitely pissed off now. Elizabeth just stood there, keeping a small smirk on her face at how angry he seemed. "Your death will last days." He threatened. Elizabeth let out a disappointed noise for dramatics.

"Only days? And here I thought you knew enough to make it longer. Guess I was wrong."

"Weeks... months... perhaps even an entire year. I'll make you beg for death... regret your existence." Elizabeth full on laughed at that one, actually amused at that threat. He stared at her. "You think I jest? I will make you feel more pain than anyone ever could in a lifetime. You will wish for death."

"You keep saying that like, I, A, haven't already wished for death, and B, regretted my existence already. You're literally just describing my twelve year old self."

"You're suicidal?" Voldemort asked, and Elizabeth shook her head. "No, I was just B12 deficient. Turns out it can fuck up your hormones and make you... well. Like that. It's brain chemistry, like I said earlier, shouldn't be underestimated. Anyways, you won't make it that long with my attitude."

"I can cut out your tongue." 

"But you'd still try to peek in my head right? Yeah, I can still push annoying and very anger inducing things in your face, and since you're trigger happy I can make you kill me. Also crazy me is even worse, which is what you'd get." 

Voldemort led out a sound which sounded an awful lot like a growl, as Elizabeth stared him down. "See? You can't take anything. You're so predictable, and typical. Like, boring. You were a boring villain to, especially in the later stages."

She knew how he hated being called ordinary. Voldemort considered himself unique so this was probably the worst insult to him. "I will-" he started, his voice full of rage.

"If you say anything you just said, you're proving me right." Elizabeth cut him off, and Voldemort fumed, standing up and walking towards her. She moved into a fighting stance and he paused, his hands flexing as he stared at her with murderous rage.

"I will break your mind, your spirit, and your body." He hissed.

"Is that all? So creative." She said sarcastically. He glowered at her, before leaving the room in a rage. She heard sounds of furniture being thrown in the guest room which she'd been letting him sleep in.

"So you better fix that shit when your done your little man baby tandrum old man!" She called out, and decided to make herself something to eat- but then decided against it when she remembered Voldemort was a skilled poison artist as well, and she did have some poisonous herbs in her backyard.

She went out to eat instead, leaving Voldemort to sit, and fume.

Elizabeth sat, in her room reading through a book when she heard some loud banging coming from outside. She recognized the sound of fireworks, and grinned as she glanced at the time.

"Happy New Year." She sang to herself,deciding to make herself some celebratory hot chocolate. As she was heating up the water, Voldemort walked into the kitchen looking positively irritated.

"What is this noise?" He asked.

"Fireworks."

"Why?" He hissed.

Elizabeth pointed to the calendar. "New Years. It's now 2022. Happy New Year." Voldemort stared at the calendar, and Elizabeth offered some hot chocolate. Voldemort considered it, looking at her, then at the mug before reluctantly accepting. 

The two sat in silence, listening to the sounds of fireworks while they sipped hot chocolate. Once they were finished both went to bed without a word.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

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It had been a month, and Voldemort and Elizabeth had gotten used to each other by this point. They could co-exist peacefully, and Elizabeth realized all she needed to do was stroke his ego occasionally. Although sometimes she did have genuine questions about his power, which he actually answered. She supposed any excuse to talk about his power, his favorite thing, would be welcomed. He seemed to slowly, begrudgingly, stop itching to murder her.

"You know, you're really lucky." Elizabeth said, sitting across from Voldemort, who raised an eyebrow at her.

"Of what?" He asked.

"The whole Myrtle thing." She replied.

"How so?"

"If anyone had been like, a critical thinker, or just generally competent you would have been screwed. Killing somebody, and intending the school to remain open? Very risky. It would have been better to let it rampage after you graduate- and actually, why didn't you ever use the basilisk in battle?"

"If I had, my own forces would have been effected. Or did you forget it kills by looking?"

"It could be the first wave, kill off anyone easy, then move it back so your forces attack, when they get tired pull back and have the basilisk go at them again. If anyone's left, then your forces finish it or let the basilisk. That gives your forces rest time while also putting a unyielding and unrelenting attack on the enemy."

Voldemort start at her, look half amused. "That was never necessary... and besides, muggles like yourself never required much effort, even with the blood traitors and mudbloods defending them."

"How do you know I'm a muggle like the ones you killed? You don't have magic here and magic in void here. For all you know I could be magical and just not know it." She joked. Voldemort scoffed. "Unlikely."

"You never know. But anyway, it's honestly astounding how... well, ridiculously ineffeciant every single adult seems to be in the series, let alone in just the myrtle situation. I mean, Dumbledore knew Newt Scamander- an expert on magical creatures- and he never thought to ask him what kind of creature he thought the monster was? Like if you know anything about magical creatures it has to be obvious, especially with the parselmouth thing. That's the only way to control a basilisk and they live long enough. How is it that a twelve year old muggleborn girl figures it out in what, maybe a month or two? While grown wizards call it a mystery. Don't even get me started on how you even told Dumbledore that you can speak to snakes and he never bothered to put two and two together or do anything?! It's not even like there wasn't any proof- in the muggle world you need proof but in the wizarding world you can literally just give them a truth serum to check or just look in their memories. Nobody thought to do that with Hagrid? Was it because he was half giant? Oh." Elizabeth scrunched up her nose, realizing exactly the reason. 

Voldemort looked at her pointedly.

"Oh. Right, wizard racism. Wow. How debilitating to their system. But even still Dumbledore did nothing? Fucking idiot, what the hell? Okay they were just asking for you to happen with that shit right there."

"As amusing as that is," Voldemort said, "the old fool could do nothing due to his relationship with the minister."

"It's still stupid." Elizabeth responded.

"He is." Voldemort agreed, but Elizabeth shook her head.

"No, I mean the racism. It's useless and stupid and clearly based on nothing but ignorance and hatred. Against muggles, I could understand, but muggleborns? You know damn well they never stole magic, no more than you did. They're just descended from magicals with a recessive gene. If anything, it would makes sense to collect them- hogwarts has a registry of magical children- or at leas their must be a record, yes? Well, they could just be collected and added to the magical population. That why more witches and wizards would have a larger gene pool to work with. It would avoid the incest."

Voldemort remained silent, and Elizabeth almost thought he was considering her words. "That is foolish thinking. The mudbloods are deluded." He responded, and Elizabeth sighed. "So, Hermione Granger is a lesser witch despite being literally the best student in the entire school?"

"The mudblood has potential, but her loyalties are with Potter."

"Didn't you want to recruit Lily Potter, also a muggleborn?"

"She was talented, not unlike the Granger girl."

"Well what if there are more potentials? More Lilies and Hermiones? You'd be shooting yourself in the foot if you just cast that aside." Elizabeth said. Voldemort seemed to agitate. "Enough. You know nothing of the wizarding world."

Elizabeth opened her mouth, and Voldemort gestured towards the books. "Potter is hardly the wizarding world, and that is through the very small lens of a foolish child." He said. She stared at him for a moment, before deciding to drop it. Pissing him off wasn't worth it.

Well here's another chapter.

Who wants her to go to the wizarding world?

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Elizabeth got up to do her usual routine, ignoring the window draw curtains deciding to leave them closed today. After all, it's not like there was any sunlight to let in, it's been constant overcast, cold and dreary.

She went downstairs, and prepared a batch of bagon, scrambled eggs, and hot tea. She fixed two plates, setting them on the table. She wasn't exactly thrilled about Voldemort not contributing to the household, but just the same she didn't feel safe letting him cook. Or do anything around the kitchen with the knowledge of his talent for poisons. She did have a garden, with some deadly herbs. Pretty foxglove. He knew what it was to, she knew they mentioned it in Harry Potter somewhere so Voldemort definitely knew.

Once she was done eating, as Voldemort came in she decided to go outside, reaching for the door handle. "I wouldn't do that." Voldemort spoke up, and she barely had time to register before the door was open.

The moment she opened the door, snow poured in. Elizabeth let out a gasp, before attempting to force the door close. She succeeded, and now snow was all over the kitchen so she scrambled for a mop and towels.

Voldemort sipped tea, watching her struggles with amusement. Elizabeth shot him a glare, and he raised his eyebrows. "I did warn you." Elizabeth huffed, as she finished cleaning up the snow, and went to change.

They were snowed in. She opened the windows to be met with white, as snow build up had caked the windows. She could barely find a window to see out of clearly, but was met with the dense snowflakes as the blizzard raged.

It had been windy and cloudy all week, so Elizabeth didn't think it was snow... it must have happened last night. She returned downstairs to drink her tea after a few more minutes, staring out the window- the only clean one in the living room.

Voldemort was looking through the books again, and Elizabeth almost thought he knew them better than she did. Of course, he didn't, she'd been obsessed with them since she was a child, although now at this point she could probably challenge him to a trivia game where he'd stand a pretty decent chance. 

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The day continued as usual, with Elizabeth doing her online job- yes she had a job how else would she pay for a house?

When she’d bought it, it was a piece of shit, and needed renovating. She used her savings to do the bare minimum with pluming and electricity. But it still didn’t have AC, or central heating, which is why both herself and Voldemort were in the living room with some thick sweaters on in front of the fire place.

She wasn’t used to this weather, although Voldemort was, since he was English and therefore, used to heavier winters as opposed to the barely an inch of snow maybe once a year and never gets colder than like, 20 F.

Voldemort, though, had been spending more time at the library lately- and he’d also been buying things with the bit of money she’d let him have to pay for bus fair and his own toiletries.

She’d given him an allowance, yes. It kept him less homicidal, but Elizabeth started to worry when bit of animal showed up in the mail, although with odd items.

“What are you doing?” She asked him, as he seemed to be arranging them in an order in the living room. He looked at her and sent a sort of smirk in her direction. “I’m going back.” Her eyes widened, and she watched him continue, withdrawing his wand.

“There is a full lunar eclipse tonight. It should be enough.” He said, and Elizabeth wondered what he meant. Was he going to use it? Probably, she just had no idea how.

She wanted to leave the house. She didn’t feel safe staying behind with this ritual he was performing- what if he needed a sacrifice? She feels like he’d need a sacrifice but with the snow… she couldn’t leave the house. The blizzard kept her in.

She locked herself in her room, to frightened to leave. What if he would drag her back with him? Just to torture her? What if he returned with an army to take over this world as well? If he figured out how to keep his magic while here, once he was done with his own world he might decide to take over this one.

After all, what’s one world when you can have two?

Her world didn’t stand much chance against magic. Especially not against a magical army. Things would get messy. People, how would the world react to wizards showing up?

That wasn’t on my 2020s bingo card. Elizabeth chuckled, as that would probably be the large majority reaction. Wizards, specifically Harry Potter wizards coming to life, with Lord Voldemort coming to take over the world?

The internet would go crazy. Badshit mad, that’s for sure. People would scramble to go horcrux hunting, probably blame Loki for breaking the multiverse.

Voldemort would secure his horcruxes though, and that may include Harry Potter.

What would he do with Harry? Keep him locked up, most likely. Kill all of his friends, definitely. He’d start with probably Hermione since she’s like, the smartest one who’d also stand the biggest chance of hiding from him. All of the Weasleys would be killed- or possibly captured to keep Harry from escaping?

Elizabeth didn’t know. If Voldemort did leave her behind, she’d move. She’d hide and keep her head down. Change her name.

“Elizabeth.” Voldemort called, and Elizabeth stiffened. “Come here.”

She didn’t move.

“…. Elizabeth…” He said softly, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Then her lock turned, and the door opened. Voldemort stood, his expression one of the cat that caught the canary. Elizabeth stared fearfully at him, noting the wand in his hand.

“… you got your magic back.” She whispered, and he grinned at her. “Yes…. And as it turns out, for my return I need something.” He said, approaching her. Elizabeth eyed the hallway behind him, tensing. Itching to run.

“What?” She knew the answer.

“You.” He replied.

Elizabeth was quick, taking off as fast as she could down the hallway, praying Voldemort didn’t have his full power back. Upon reaching downstairs- she discovered a circle of strange items, bits of animal- and were those bones?! Blood?! Who’s blood!?

Suddenly she felt as if she couldn’t move, and Voldemort walked down the stairs, wand still drawn he laughed at her.

Elizabeth felt something deafening as Voldemort started to speak strange words, she felt dizzy, like something was slowly squeezing, training the life from her.

Perhaps he was.

She should have killed him. Poisoned him. Something. She should have stopped him.

She was such an idiot.

She felt hot tears gather in her eyes as she realized she might be dying. She couldn’t breathe. She heard Voldemort’s cold laugh.

Then everything was gone in a blinding flash of light.

And so it begins.

Note: I'm also dedicating this chapter "Snowy Day" at first because today was the first snow my area has seen in a long time. But now as I post it, I'm just fresh off the news that my family dog, Tia, a German Shepard mother of seventeen beautiful puppies has passed away in her sleep. I've known Tia for a decade, as she was ten when she passed.

RIP Tia.

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Elizabeth blinked as the blinding light slowly dimmed, and she eyed her surroundings, her heart sinking faster and faster. The cloudy sky above her told her she wasn't in the US anymore. Not with that flash of light.

Looking forward, she saw a large mansion looming in front of her, making her suck in a sharp breath. Cold air nipped her legs, and she shivered as she glanced around, at the fencing and the shrubs.

Then she saw Voldemort, his back turned, wand in hand. She backed away, slowly, glancing behind her, she debated making a break for it. Shit he's gonna kill me. Fuck fuck fuckety fuck. Maybe I can sneak away before he realizes I'm here?

She turned on her heel, adrenaline shooting through her veins as she took off, only to trip on something thick. "Foooolisssh.. girl... who is this? Master.. you have returned.." A snake Elizabeth realized was Nagini spoke, slithering towards Voldemort.

Elizabeth was still processing, she could understand the snake? Oh, shit, Voldemort realized he'd brought her along. He looked at her, and a wide grin spread across his lips. "I recall making you a promise..." He said, raising his wand. Elizabeth, jumped to her feet, glaring fully at the dark lord despite her fear.

"Do your worst, Riddle!" She hissed, she wasn't going to die begging for mercy. He would never get that. Ever. But to her surprise, Voldemort paused, a sort of curious look appeared on his face. "...how exactly do you speak parselmouth?" He seemed bewildered. Elizabeth shrugged. "I have no idea! I heard the snake- Nagini too!"

There was a pop, startling Elizabeth, and suddenly they were surrounded. Elizabeth's heart sunk as her chance to escape was dashed, she had barely any chance with Voldemort- but, how many of them were there? She could count twenty at least.

"My Lord." The Death Eaters were bowed, groveling, gathering in a circle around them. A few sent curious looks at Elizabeth, and she kept her head up. "Where were you? You were gone for months...." 

"I will explain my absence... which was the cause of experimental magic. I have discovered another world... the woman here, is evidence of it...." Voldemort said, and Elizabeth wondered if he was going to tell them about how everything was a story... probably not.

The death eaters looked at her, and Elizabeth crossed her arms defensively under the scrutiny. She was glad this didn't happen while she was still in her nightgown. "My Lord.. She appears to be nothing but a muggle." One of the death eaters that Elizabeth recognized, she thinks he might be Malfoy with that hair. She stuck out her tongue at him.

"Yes... and I thought so too, until just now, when she spoke parselmouth just now, isn't that interesting?" Voldemort said, his eyes trained on Elizabeth who stared back. She could feel a sort of pressure on her head, and quickly made to throw up images of pornography, hentai, anything disturbing and disgusting to keep him out.

His expression didn't falter. There was a murmur of soft whispers, surprised, unsure. Elizabeth was uneasy, and highly suspected she may die quite soon. "How is that possible?" A death eater asked. "Who is she?" Elizabeth, now irritated by everyone acting like she wasn't present, decided fuck all, and glared at the Death Eater in question.

"My name is Elizabeth, dickwad. God, all of you are such-" Elizabeth started, but was cut off as Voldemort raised his wand. "Crucio."

Elizabeth flinched, expecting the horrible pain known for the curse... but nothing happened, nothing beyond a strange, energy entering her body and fading like she'd just been shocked. She blinked, and looked at Voldemort who looked just as confused as she felt. "Um.." She glanced at Voldemort, then to the death eaters. "Is your magic back?" She said, unknowingly in parselmouth in a low whisper. Voldemort, to his credit, didn't so much as blink to test that theory on a nearby death eater. "Crucio." 

The death eater screamed. Elizabeth's stomach turned in knots, feeling sick. "Oh. Okay. So it doesn't work on me then. Nice." She said, and with the knowledge that Voldemort couldn't just curse her, turned on her heel suddenly and took off in the opposite direction.

"GET HER!" She heard spells fire, some she even felt strike her, feeling a sort of heat radiate down her back as she felt a spell hit her. It didn't hurt her- in fact it only seem to strengthen her, fueling her legs as she bolted forward, she felt like she might escape- until she reached the towering gates of the Malfoy manor- swing shut in her face. Voldemort appeared quickly, along with the other death eaters, several moving forward to grab her.

She felt hands on her hair, and arms, and she struggled to be free. "Foolish girl. You cannot escape." Voldemort told her, as she continued to struggle fruitlessly, she let out an angry scream. The energy inside her coiling, turning and twisting until it burst- sending a wave of magical energy outwards, attacking, hurting.

It send the death eaters flying, and Elizabeth to the ground, feeling the strength leave her feeling breathless. The death eaters, now wary of her, backed away. "My lord.. what was that magic?"

Voldemort stared at Elizabeth, his head cocked to the side as he seemed to be piecing something together. What, Elizabeth didn't know. His read eyes were wide, studying, watching her as she watched him he approached her, and Elizabeth was tempted to back away but to tired to stand.

He waved a hand in front of her dazed face, and she felt the sparks of warmth from before, of energy, strength. He pulled away, taking the energy with him. The death eaters watched them, unsure, and some even frightened of the unknown woman. "My lord...?" Said one death eater.

"Take her to the dungeons." Said the dark lord.

"My lord, what if she attacks-"

"She can do nothing so long as you do not fire a spell at her." He said dismissively, and Elizabeth's arm were grabbed, restrained by two death eaters. She found no energy to fight them. "What's happening to me?" She managed to ask, looking still, at Voldemort. He glanced at her, and there, she saw it in his eyes. The famous greed, hunger, want, she had something he wanted, or she was something. Something that would get him power, she knew.

"Voldemort?" She questioned, and he smirked at her. "You, are becoming something I've only read about." He said ominously as she was being dragged away she heard him laugh, and it chilled her.

Something he's only read about? What? Just what?

Her captors weren't kind about her treatment, shoving her roughly into the dungeons, locking the door. "Ow." She groaned, and stood, peering around the filthy dungeon. "Lovely... I've doomed the wizarding world..." She sat on the ground, the cleanest area she could find, pulling her knees to her chest she tried to make sense of her situation as the growing urge to cry- throw up- scream- something began to build.

I'm fucked.

The feeling of despair wasn't helping, but she did realize that she must possess some level of magic to be able to speak to a snake, and also, the curse didn't hurt her? Well that was... good? She had feeling Voldemort had a lot more ways to make her suffer without magic. What was that? She'd... she'd absorbed the magic? The spells?

She felt sick just thinking about this, it had all been so fast, and the panic inside her was building quickly. It was all her fault. Everything that was going to happen, was all her fault he was going to win because of her why did she show him those damn books!?  

Tears welled in her eyes, as she felt hopeless. She was trapped, and alone, with a monster itching to torture her. Nothing and nobody would save her. Could save her. She'd never see her family again, her friends. She'd never get a goodbye.

Why did she have to get dragged into this?

At least you won't have to wonder forever. A cruel voice whispered in the back of her mind.

Elizabeth leaned back, starring at the ceiling, wondering how short her life was going to be now that Voldemort could actually kill her, even without the killing curse he so favored, he could still do it. She had a bet on a week. She could play broken tortured person, perhaps, if she was immune to magic, that did save her some pain. But you didn't need magic to torture people.

She kept some information from Voldemort, but not that much. Not so much that would pay off. She was essentially only alive out of... why was she alive? Because he wanted to torture her? Probably. Because she was a curiosity? Also possible. More likely though, it was because of what he said. Perhaps he wants to use her as a weapon? Maybe a mix of both. Maybe he thought she was still useful. She had no idea what for though.

Elizabeth didn't know how long it was before Voldemort himself entered the dungeons, prompting Elizabeth to stand, keeping her gaze directed slightly to his left. She didn't want to make herself to vulnerable to his mind fuckery, even if she was immune she wasn't taking chances. She would fight him, with what little she had.

"Why am I not dead?" Elizabeth asked, and Voldemort chuckled. "Eager to die?"

"Anxious of the reason for you keeping me alive this long." She retorted coldly. Voldemort stood near the doorway to the cell, blocking her exit, although it's not like she'd make it far at this point anyway. The dark lord titled his head.

"Can you tell that we're speaking parselmouth?" Voldemort spoke softly, watching her like a puzzle.

"We're speaking parselmouth?" She hadn't realized. Now she knew how Harry felt.

"You haven't stopped speaking parselmouth since I entered this room, and you spoke broken parselmouth and english before." The dark lord explained, and Elizabeth stared at him.

".... I am? How do I stop?"

"You need to focus. Separate yourself."

Elizabeth took a breath, and tried to gather herself. "Am I speaking english now?" She asked, hoping the answer was yes. Voldemort nodded, and Elizabeth felt slightly better. "What were you talking about? What's happened to me?" She asked, and Voldemort moved closer to her, his gaze inspecting curiously. "I've heard of them, although one has never been spotted, not in millenia." 

"What?" Elizabeth could barely breath, he was much to close, towering over her, but she didn't back away. Voldemort lifted his hand, reaching towards her as she felt rooted to the spot, the cold hand pressed against her skin, but she didn't feel the cold for long. She felt a warmth, electric, infectious energy being draw into her skin. She stared at his hand, lips parting in shock.

"A siphon." Voldemort said, and pulled his hand away, pulling the warmth back with him, from her. She wondered how he knew how to control it.

"... what?" She asked again.

"A siphon is a magical creature, not unlike a wizard but possessing a very strange magic of their own. They are not born, however, but created through the use of dark magic, when a wizard's magic latches onto them, creating a likeness in their own magical energy. More can be added, and taken as the siphon can also act as a conductor for the wizard, lending him further strength. However, when in contact with other wizards, magical contact will only result in the magic being taken from those wizards or witches, not returned." Voldemort explained, his expression one of great triumph, red eyes looking at her filled greed. "I thought the ritual had failed when I found a muggle girl. It seems... it did not."

"... so let me get this straight, I can take magic, use it like I did before, and you can take that magic from me, thereby feeding you with more magical power?" Elizabeth summarized.

"Good, you caught on quickly." Said Voldemort, and Elizabeth stepped back, the realization dawning on her.

"... did you do that on purpose?" Elizabeth said, "was that why you wanted me in that ritual?" She felt sick.

"... I will admit, my original intention was to create another person to draw power from, which is the ritual which caused my arrival in your... bedroom."

".... wait a damn minute.... that means.. you..." Elizabeth stared at him as she put the pieces together. He did this... to turn her into a siphon? A power battery? She stood there, numb with shock, with horror, and disgust. "I will admit, the results were surprising... and the information you provided was.. quite useful." Voldemort continued, and the girl felt a level of boiling rage. How dare he do this to her! Turned her into this-! Damn him to hell!

"So what now?" Elizabeth said, and she braced herself. Her heart beat harshly in her chest as she stared at those red eyes, the hunger, greed, malice, she felt terrified as she looked at him. She had fallen under a false sense of security, before, where they'd been somewhat equals, at least in power... now?

Now she didn't stand a chance worth a damn against Lord Voldemort at full power. Not when she was his fucking battery.

Voldemort stared at her, and she felt uneasy. "You will be kept here for now.... and then I will make use of you."

"What makes you think I'll cooperate?" She spat back, and this time Voldemort grabbed her neck, and Elizabeth choked, caught off guard by the quick movement, and by the strength- he didn't have this before.

"You do not have a choice." He hissed in her ear, before releasing his hold, and Elizabeth gasp. He definitely didn't have this strength before. Fucking magic.

She glared at him, and he leered down at her with a vicious sort of a pleasure. "Now, thanks to you, I can take over the wizarding world, and I will not fail." The words made Elizabeth feel shame, and dread as she watched him leave, wondering how the hell she ever ended up in this mess.

And how to fix it.

Alright, pity part over. I need to fix it... I have to... or my world is forfeit to that man's psychotic whims just as much as this one is... just how the hell am I gonna do that? 

Alright, big moments, what do ya think? (TBH it was the only way I could see her like, not dying, or this fic getting way darker than I care to write, or imagine.)

Chapter Text

Pull pull pull pull

There was magic in the walls.

Elizabeth fumbled with the lock, her bobby pin clicking and grinding against the cell lock, she looked up. They were switching- it would be only another minute now. She'd been pretending to sleep, and jumped up the second she heard them walk up the stairs.

She had tried to pick the lock before- only for her first bobby pin to be destroyed. She thought all was lost, until she realized if she could absorb magic, why didn't that mean magic on objects?

She pulled, and discovered that yes, she can, in fact, absorb magic. There was so much of it, as she both drained the magic and picked the lock- the lock picking triggering the magical defenses against lock picking. Then she found more, and more, and more.

The door clicked, and Elizabeth held her breath, and gave the door a push. The door opened, and she grinned, before she heard her guard- Wormtail- returning. She pulled the door shut, and moved out of the light.

There was a scuffle as she heard the ratty man approach the door, peering in. She mentally prepared herself, and struck forward, reaching through the bars she seized his wrist- the one with the silver arm.

Pull pull pull pull!!!

The magical energy surged into her, Wormtail made to scream but Elizabeth pulled him forward, hard, against the cell, grabbing his face she could feel so much power flowing through her, Wormtails, and Voldemort's and whoever cast the spells on the manor. All of the energy was flowing into her and it made feel euphorically energized. She barely noticed Wormtail suddenly go limp. 

Pushing forward, Elizabeth opened the cell door, dragging Wormtail in, he was so light- and tossing him to where the small amount of straw and a mangy blanket that served as her "bed". She reached inside Wormtail's pocket, finding his wand and felt a burst of energy from that to- surging, rushing forward, her lips turned upwards.

"Lumos." She whispered, and grinned as the wand lit up. "nox." She said, and ran back to the door with a giddy feeling, she'd just done magic!

Elizabeth opened the cell door, running up the stairs. She needed to get out of here. She'd need to find a way to warn Dumbledore of Voldemort.... a patronus? 

Happy memory. Easy enough. She'd just trained a hell of a lot of magical power to so... let's hope this works.

"Expecto Patronum!" She tried, and found a glowing warmth emit from her wand, but no full bodied patronus. She tried again, and again. Finally, she searched her mind again, looking for a happy memory beyond all measure.

A christmas tree... warm feelings... snow... sunlight... mother.. father.. her brothers..

A warm feeling, and a smile on her lips, she breathed. "Expecto Patronum!" The wand lit up, and out of it came the patronus... a glowing butterfly.

A butterfly? Really?  Elizabeth thought, but then sighed. Well better than nothing.

"Find Professor Dumbledore... tell him Lord Voldemort knows Harry Potter is a Horcrux. His horcruxes that remain. Slytherin Locket with Black, Hufflepuff cup with goblins, Gaunt Ring- and Ravenclaw Diadum - in Hogwarts room of requirements, and Nagini- snake! He knows Harry will be hunting horcruxes. He knows of the prophecy.... and he's made a Siphon... He knows of Snape too. Everything. He knows you have the elder wand too. He knows.." Elizabeth spoke quickly, rushing, praying this was working. "Go!" She watched the butterfly flicker off, and prayed it would reach the destination.

She felt a little drained, but not so much as before, or when Voldemort messed with her before. She had just used up the energy.... she wondered if Voldemort knew she could use it for spells.

"YOU!" She looked up to see Bellatrix, wand pointed. "How did you get out?!" She demanded, and Elizabeth raised Wormtail's wand. "Where did you get that? Expelliarmus!" The wand was yanked from her hand, and Elizabeth darted, but not away from Bellatrix, but directly for her.

The witch cast a protection shield on instinct, but Elizabeth absorbed it quickly, and pushed energy to lash out at Bellatrix, sending the witch through a window. Plucking up the fallen wand, Elizabeth ran through the halls, looking for an exit before she saw something better. 

A broom closet.

She wrenched it open, searching, looking, where would brooms be kept!? She found one, and hoped it was magical. This would be a very embarrassing escape attempt if it wasn't.

Deep breaths. Don't absorb the magic of the broom. Don't pull. She silently concentrated, and mounted the broom. "Knees straight, grasp firmly, push off the grou- WHOA!" Elizabeth raised into the air, her eyes wide, she leaned forward and went straight through a window- the glass cutting her face as she broke through, going up- up up- she breathed in the air.

She looked down to see trees and the manor growing smaller and smaller, Bellatrix's screams growing lower and lower as she moved through the sky, up and away from her captors.

Keep going. Run. Run. Run. Run. She leaned forward and urged the broom to move faster and faster, unsure, paranoid that they'd follow. She would have tried to find a fireplace for Floo network- but she wasn't so sure how that would work or what location she could name.

She did relax after about twenty minutes of flying, and still no sign anyone was following her. She felt safe, for a moment. She had messaged Dumbledore- and hopefully Dumbledore would get the message. She didn't like Dumbledore much, but she preferred his outcome of events over Voldemort's.

It was about an hour before she started to feel the broom shutter and shake. She panicked, for a moment, wondering what was happening- then realized- it was her doing. She was subconsciously draining it's magic.

She was tired.

She needed to land.... but they might find her... she needed to find a down. Quickly. She landed by a down, and wondered what to do with the broom. It would look odd, a girl, walking into town with a broom in hand. Very easy to ID, especially if anybody was on team Voldemort.

She wondered what kind of charm Hermione had used for all that stuff, and felt irritated for not researching more before being flung into this world. She had brushed up on the series, and lore, and all of that, but she hadn't focused on spells as much because she never thought she'd be able to use magic.

Of course, she didn't think she'd become a Siphon either but here she is.

Elizabeth also realized, she had no money, so with no other option, she did her best to find a suitable place to hide and tried to remember the cloaking spells Hermione had used in the seventh book.

She cast one, and knew it was weak. She hoped the broom still worked- it was her only means of transport. She found a nice bush, and climbed inside, curling up next to her wand and broom, glad once again she was wearing her thick, warm blue hoodie, brown uggs (don't judge, they are comfy and warm) and thick black pants, although now they smelled and were slightly stained from dirt.

She wished she had some cash or her wallet on her... did she? She felt around her pockets- and discovered to her delight she did indeed have cash. Three hundred dollars in cash! Three hundred dollar bills she'd completely forgotten she'd even checked, just a day before... that. This was from the last time she'd cashed a check and forgot about it because.. Voldemort kidnapped her. She hadn't thought to check her back pockets until now for anything. 

Well, it's something. I'll just need to find someplace that will accept US dollars for food.... after I rest. The Siphon thought, drifting off into sleep.

It was raining when she woke up, or rather, was woken up by the unpleasant downpour. Irritated, Elizabeth rushed into the nearest public place, a bus stop. The bus came quickly, and Elizabeth hopped on it. 

She wasn't sure where it was going, but after about twenty minutes it stopped in a larger town, and Elizabeth got off. She looked around, getting funny looks for the broom she was carrying, but eventually found a place to make a currency exchange. 300 dollars were 222 pounds and 31 pence. Then she went to a second hand store. She needed to get a different look to through off the Death Eaters.

How to hide the broom? Should she discard it?

She wasn't even sure if it still worked. It would give her away, and draw attention to her... she'll use it to get as far as London, then she'll drop it. Once she reaches The Leaky Cauldron, she'll figure out what to do next. She needed to contact somebody in the Order.

Elizabeth did change her look, finding a bag she stuffed her old clothing in getting a new outfit that... well it was different clothing, and muggy looking old backpack, before also going to a drugstore and getting some hair dye, turning her light brown hair black, then pulling it into a bun. She got some basic hygiene supplies, bare minimum, toothbrush-bar of soup- toothpaste-hair brush.

Then she bought a loaf of bread, a set of ramen packages, a tiny pot, matches, a water-bottle, and some canned chicken. She ate bit of the bread once she could.

She left, and flew to London- after visiting a library to coordinate finding London- and after a long, long search, confusing directions from a wizard she happened across who had commented on her broom.... finally found the Leaky Cauldron. 

"What can I get ya miss?" The old wizard on the other side of the counter asked. "I need to get to diagon ally, please." She said, and the old wizard nodded. "Ok, right this way."

Diagon Ally was... a lot like the books... but several shops were closed off. Elizabeth wished she could have been here when everything was alive, and moving like they were in the books, before Voldemort.

She hoped she could stop him. For now, the best way would be to stay away from him, and find someone in the Order to warn them of Voldemort, of what he knew. She hoped her patronus had reached Dumbledore.

She was certain the only reason she was able to cast such magic was, ironically, because of Voldemort. Siphon power certainly had it's perks. She saw the Weasley store, it was open, thankfully... but Elizabeth needed to stop at Gringotts.

She hoped Voldemort hadn't been there yet... although by now he should have moved the Horcruxes.. at leas the ones within his reach. Entering the large bank was creepy, and she had trouble gaining enough confidence.

"Excuse me, I am in need of a currency exchange." She said, and the goblin peered down at her.

"Name?"

"... Elizabeth Mavis." There was a pause. "You do not have an account.. would you like to open one?"

"I will not be in London very long, I just need a simple currency exchange." She said, because she never much would not be staying. She did not want anything to trace her, this was risky enough. "I see... how much do you have."

"Exactly 100 pounds." The goblin held out his hand, and she placed the money down. He counted it, and after a moment, he gave her some odd looking coins. "That is 20 galleons, 1 sickle, and 10 knuts. Good day." Elizabeth took her money, and headed off into Diagon ally to spend it. First, she went searching to see if she could find a charmed bag, like Hermione's, and found one for... out of her price range. 

"Blimy... a Nimbus 2001... high quality..." The shop keeper said, eyeing her broom. Elizabeth knew- she knew- the broom was her only method of transportation... but, at this point, she would be able to get about without being spotting, as Voldemort was no doubt looking for a girl on a broom.

"Tell you what," Elizabeth said, "Give me the bag, and I'll give you the broom." The broom, she knew, was worth at least ten of those bags. The shop keeper grinned. "Alright missy... you got yourself a deal." She handed the broom over, and he gave her the bag, giving her a look like he'd just won. She brushed it off, having already checked to see if the bag was a rip off. It would contain everything- there was so much space when she reached in.

She put her own bag inside of that bag, then headed off to Fred and George's shop where she bought decoy detonators and Instant darkness powder. She spotted them, once, seeing Fred and George.

She took that moment to slip a letter addressed to the Order in the money, before slipping off. The contends would read:

This is a warning to the Order of the Phoenix, and Dumbledore. If you have received my previous message, then you know, if not, then you should know He knows what Harry Potter is. He knows the Truth, and he knows you know about his precious items. Collect them, those connected items connected to the Hogwarts Founders, before Voldemort does. I cannot get to you now, as he hunts me.

Your Ally,

-E.M.

At her second attempt, she hoped by this point her message would get through.

She knew she had to leave soon, and decided to fetch a book or two on the wizarding world, namely things left out in the books like politics, information and history, a basic book on spells, a tent, boots, and... a wand.

She took it from the broken down shop of Ollivanders, the poor wizard having been... taken, quite recently. Elizabeth hoped, for a few minutes she'd run into the main trio, but knew that was a fantasy.

She found a wand that, well, work right for her after fishing through the store, and regretfully, drained the magic from a few wands to sustain herself well enough that she felt strong again. She would only use the wand under dire circumstances, of course.

She left Diagon Ally, and took a bus to the countryside, wondering into the wilderness, she set up a tent, and put up the protection spells she could, hoping nobody would find her. She made some ramen after setting up the tent- the lovely, bigger on the inside tent although still small because it's meant for one person- and fell asleep in a warmer place.

Harry's scar burned.

It burned, and he felt Voldemort's wrath, he was angry. She had escaped, a girl, a girl with great power that he wanted. She had slipped away, out from under his nose, while he was away- looking for his precious items- his Horcruxs! 

Harry didn't know what those were, but his mind flashed with various things, diary- destroyed- a locket, a cup- he'd retrieved that one- the snake, a ring- destroyed, cursed Dumbledore gotten to it first! - the diadum, in Hogwarts, he needed it. Needed to get there, but not yet, Potter would fetch that last.. and of course Potter. Potter, his horcrux, a piece of his soul. Harry Potter belonged to him! He would have Harry Potter, no matter... the girl could not stop him. Elizabeth Mavis could do nothing against Lord Voldemort, but feed him more power... there is nothing to fear.... she can do nothing..

Harry gasped, sitting upright in his bed, keeping quiet so as not to wake the Dursley's. Horcrux?

What was a Horcrux? Was it like the diary? Who was that girl and why did Voldemort feel so scared? Angry, furious, more than Harry's ever felt him feel before, but scared at her escape?

.... Why was Voldemort scared of her?

BAM SLAM ACTION BABY!!!

I had fun with this, not gonna lie.

Let me know what ya think.

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Elizabeth had been moving, constantly, on a steady track to get out of England to make it harder for Voldemort to find her. She'd contacted the Order several times, and quite honestly there was little she could do.... and she feared what they would do. She was a Siphon, she didn't know how they'd react to her being a source of Voldemort's power. They may kill her- who knows.

She knows that by next summer the ministry would fall, she needed to be out of the country by then. She didn't know if Voldemort was hunting her personally- he was the only one who wouldn't feed her powers but rather, take them.

As long as she could keep distance between them, she was safe, he couldn't pull magic from her unless he was close by, or perhaps even touching her. She was sure, because otherwise she knew he'd have taken what magic she did possess. 

Elizabeth had debated hanging around King's Cross Station to hop on the Hogwarts Express to Hogwarts- or to use the floo network but.. her powers weren't stable. She might start draining all of Hogwart's magic, and she was definitely not capable of handling that much power. Also Dumbledore, she didn't trust him. At all. Not around herself. A siphon was created with dark magic.. she was a creature of dark magic... made by Voldemort.

She was dangerous.

Images of Wormtail still haunt her dreams. She wasn't even sure if he'd survived... she didn't mean to kill him.

She didn't want to get locked up for stealing magic or just.. existing as a danger to society. She would be fine as long as she stayed out of the wizarding world. She didn't effect the muggles. They didn't have anything for her to absorb. She was normal around them... minus the magic she still had from absorbing those wands, and the leftovers from Malfoy manor, along with her magical items.

She could use magic, learning that if she pulled while using magic, then she kept it, as it returned to her after use instead of flying away. She had to learn how to manipulate it properly, it could leave her, and enter her.

She hated that Voldemort turned her into this.

She hated him for everything he'd done.

But she hated the fact that she loved the power she had from it. She enjoyed the magic, the fun, beautiful powers she could use. She hated that he'd kidnapped her, but she was thrilled to enter the magical world, the world of Harry Potter, the world she'd read about since a child.

It was all very conflicting to her, really, and if he wasn't, like, homicidal, and if he'd asked, she might have gone willingly if he wouldn't kill her on sight. 

Well, she would have at least considered it.

How annoying.

Six Months Later

DEATH OF ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

A man sitting at a bub whispered to another, and the woman nearby glanced in their direction as she flicked through the pages. She pulled her hood down, and headed out of the door.

"Hey, missy, why don't you come with me..." His eyes widened when he touched her wrist, and she drained his strength away. Golden eyes glared at the man, viciously yanking her wrist away. "Why don't you just forget me, hm?" She whispered, fadely casting the spell and taking his memory of her. Then she slipped away into the darkness of the night.

"Liz, you can't just obliviate every man who touches you." A pale looking man grinned at her, and she smirked back. "I can if they were thinking such disgusting things. Honestly, I should just drain every man who thinks in such a way." She said, putting her wand away.

"Then you'd kill off my food, so don't, little Siphon." He joked.

"Please, you'd have plenty of blood left if you restrain yourself." She replied in the same joking manner. 

"Only when you do, you've drained almost as much magic as I do blood." The vampire grinned at her, and Elizabeth resisted the urge to pull away his magic. For a thousand year old vampire he was really immature.

"You're exaggerating again, Bartholomew."

Elizabeth had been... busy. She traveled around Europe, and met the only person who can give her anything on "Siphons", which happened to be a vampire who knew the last one.

It hadn't been a pleasant discovery, but not exactly unpleasant either.

Elizabeth walked alone through the woods, just leaving behind her latest campsite in search for a new one. Then, she saw a mist surround her in the moonlight, and tensed. Magic, she could sense it. Then she saw somebody, and felt her breath stop.

The most beautiful person she'd ever seen stood before her, with long, silver-gold hair, silver eyes and skin that matched the moonlight... there wasn't a flaw on his face, or her face, Elizabeth couldn't tell.

The person grinned at her, then in the next moment her back was against a tree.

"Lost are we, my dear?" A voice like honey and gold, dark and velvet, spoke against her skin.

Elizabeth's heart fluttered. "Uh-um-I-uh.." She stuttered, and he chuckled lowly against her skin.

"No need to be nervous... this will be quick...."

He nearly tore her throat out, but when she started pulling away his magic he knew what she was. Then, he explained what she was, properly while she recovered from his assault.

" A dark creature created by magic. Siphons are not born, but potentials are. A ritual to connect them to a certain wizard can be done. Siphons do not survive long without a receiver. A Siphon's power grows and matches the receiver. A Siphon's life is unaging, and linked to the receiver. Once the receiver is linked neither will age so long as the Siphon is given magic to keep. Once a receiver is chosen, they cannot be unlinked or replaced. If a Siphon is killed, this can only be done by a powerful means, the receiver will loose their powers and die as well. A Siphon must choose a receiver of their own will, any forceful connect will be broken if not maintained. If not replenished at least once six months, it will break... but the Siphon's life will be at risk. It will break after a time, and the Siphon will return to their previous form, should they survive. If they are new, the survival is likely, but if they are older, then they are at a higher risk of dying."

It was good news, and bad news.

All she needed to do was to stay away from Voldemort and she'd return to normal. She'd be normal again... and she didn't like the idea. She was conflicted. On the one hand, she'd be normal and herself again, no longer bound to Voldemort.

According to the vampire, she was already showing signs of physical changes, her eyes turning gold, her skin turning more glossy, hair was slowly turning white.

But she'd be in a world with magic, with no magic, as a muggle... and without anything for herself. A part of her didn't like the idea of going back. Over the last six months... she'd loved every minute of the magic. She liked learning spells, using charms, flying on a broom, even learning to apparate. Bartholomew, an ex-wizard, was a nice teacher too. He taught her magics from the older days. 

"Darling, you're even prettier than the last Siphon." Bartholomew burned against her neck, nipping at her ear. His silver eyes glinted with mischief that made her heart stop. 

Dumbledore was dead now though.

She wondered if her messages had reached him?

She needed a receiver to keep her magic... but Voldemort had forced her, so she could still choose another. If she hid from him, but she was running out of time. Should she allow herself to be captured?

No. Why was she even entertaining these thoughts? Voldemort would torture her for defying him, for escaping. But could he? He couldn't crucio her..

She would just have to hide for now.

Elizabeth was currently walking through a field, aiming to reach the forest. It was getting dark, and she needed to set up camp... when she felt something. A pull.

A familiar pull. Dread instantly filled her, her stomach twisting in knots as hot terror shot through her.

Oh no...

She took off in a sprint, desperate to get away, out of range. But she knew, as she ran, as he grew closer, no doubt flying through the sky- How did he find her?! She looped around trees, wondering if he was in range to apparate.

She got her answer moments later, as a loud pop sounded near her, and she saw him. Voldemort, red eyes burning, she backed away as his hand extended, and she felt the drain pull away, the warmth leave her body.

She knew she would be no match in a duel, so she didn't even bother retrieving the wand she'd gotten. She didn't have a decent means of escape, nowhere nearby.

"You," Voldemort hissed, and Elizabeth stumbled back, leaning against a tree at the dizzying drain. He looked over her, seeming to note the physical changes in her. "Have been very busy.... how much magic have you taken? The Manor wasn't enough? You took every ounce of magical protections it had... and poor Wormtail... I wonder, did you mean to kill him?" Elizabeth's eyes widened at the news, and she shook her head. She knew it was true, though, after getting a better understanding.

"I.. I.. I didn't know then... I didn't mean to.. " Elizabeth stammered, and Voldemort had approached her, looking down at her with an irritated and furious expression.

"Magic is the very life of witches and wizards, what did you think would happen when you take all of a wizard's magic?" He hissed, and the Siphon glared at him.

".... what do you care... you're taking it now.." She responded dryly, and the dark lord reached towards her, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Yes, I suppose it ends up returning to me.. everything you took. You are quite lucky, magical curses would do nothing to you.."

He pushed a small amount of magic, letting the energy seep into her skin. Elizabeth reacted, her eyes widening upon a euphoric feeling, and felt herself physically relax, despite not wanting to. It was dizzying, like a drug that sent her reeling, barely able to think straight.

"What.. what did.. what are.." She stumbled, and he chuckled darkly. "That would be the Siphon link... To think, it was so close to breaking. You realize with this much power you would have died?"

She looked at him, her eyes wide, and Voldemort laughed. "Oh, did you think you could just wait me out? With all the magic you consumed, since you were a muggle you would die."

The last Siphon had been a wizard... so she supposed even Bartholomew wouldn't know that. "Ah yes, your little friend." Voldemort said, and apparated, appearing in front of a collection of death eaters. Elizabeth struggled, but Voldemort's hold on her was strong. Or she was too weak to fight him off. Probably a mixture of both.

"Since I cannot harm you effectively, I will harm those around you in your stead. Look there." He pointed her in the direction, and on the ground, she saw him look at her. "Elizabeth?" The vampire whispered, and then his face turned to fear upon seeing Voldemort. "He got you.."

"Kill him." Voldemort ordered.

Her eyes widened, her stomach twisting in horror. "No..." She whispered, and Voldemort laughed cruelly at her distress and pain. "Yes.. look at him. He's going to die because of you." Voldemort hurled the words like curses in her ear, and Elizabeth felt her knees buckle as tears stung her eyes. She fought against the dark lord, despite her lack of strength she tried to use magic to save him. Voldemort laughed as she screamed, when they forced him to his knees, and held an ax above his head. She watched, as the ax was brought down, and screamed, tears rolling down her face. "No.."

"Yes." Voldemort hissed back. He grabbed her hair, and forced her to look elsewhere. "Do you see, the smoke, over there?" He hissed, and Elizabeth held back a sob, her friend's death replaying over again in her mind.

"That, was the village you were staying at. Let's look." With a jolt, she was tossed in front of a sight she could only described as horrific. The houses were alight, she heard screams fill her ears, terror, gut wrenching screams. She was thrown to the ground, and she didn't get up, to drained to move much, but was forced to listen to the screams.

As they slowly began to quiet.

Then there was nothing but the sound of burning wood. "Your empathy, compassion, has always been your weakness. I could see it back in that world, you cried over the simplest things, a bird dying, or a pet. Such a silly thing to mourn. Such weakness.... love.." He hissed, leaning down over her. "Now it finally has a use."

Elizabeth sobbed, and Voldemort leered over her, grabbing her hair again, and forcing her to look. "This, is what happens... to any village I find you in. Any person who attempts to shelter you, knowingly or unknowingly. Anyone you care for. Anything you love." He reached down, and turned her chin to see them. "Every man, woman, and child..."

Her eyes drifted to the smaller bodies.

"Will be treated just. Like. This."

*Sips tea*

Well. The things I do to my characters.

Chapter Text

Elizabeth was placed in a prison, and as she soon realized with some level of delight- Voldemort had not captured Harry Potter. This was confirmed when she was brought back and he asked what she'd done. 

Who she had contacted, and Elizabeth just said "Dumbledore" which certainly put Voldemort in a fowl mood. 

Her message must have gotten through.

It did let her have some small level of hope, that Voldemort would be defeated, that Harry would be able to defeat him. It was a small level that maybe, just maybe, Harry's amazingly bullshit luck would win out. Or Voldemort's ability to make things backfire on him would do the trick.

Eliza was in a place without magic, no windows or even doors. You needed to apparate in or out. It was dark, and there was just a small, dim vent which let air in, and a small level of light occasionally. Elizabeth stared at it long enough to guess it was only on sunny days did the light get through enough, which meant the vent's other end, was no only deep but also facing either East or West directly. She couldn't yet tell if it was the light of dawn or dusk. Either way she counted the days.

She was fed some kind of potato meat mix that tasted awful but kept her alive, and water once a day. She had a kind of bench chained to the wall thing for a bed, which was made of wood and very uncomfortable. She was being punished, she knew this was probably the first phase of it. Lock her away in solitary confinement with nothing but her thoughts to occupy her. He was trying to break down her spirits. 

She won't lie and say she was strong, and that she didn't spend hours hopelessly crying or desperately trying to get out of the room. The vent was smaller than her head, so that wouldn't work.

On her better days she sang to herself, recalling songs from her home and making up lyrics when she couldn't remember them all. She danced, sometimes, recalling old ballet lessons, or she would do yoga, and meditate. 

She counted around thirteen days before Voldemort appeared in the room as she was trying to calm herself by meditating. She opened her eyes, looking up at the dark lord from the floor. Her hair was a disheveled mess of thick frizz and curls, looking more like a bird nest than anything. Her lips were chapped, and their were bags under her eyes.

Her finger tips and hands had bruises, from the clawing and banging on the doors. Her feet were bare, and she was dressed in a grey tattered nightdress. Upon seeing him, there was a ferocious, and yet fearful look in her eyes, like she wanted to cower and tear is throat out at once.

Instead she spoke, her voice cracked and sounding horse.

"Have you caught the boy yet?" She asked the question, and he did not answer. She felt her lips twitch, but forced herself to remain neutral. Voldemort's eyes narrowed, and his lips thinned. He was irritated, angry, but not insane with rage.

That meant Harry hadn't found the horcruxes, otherwise he'd be much more unstable, if she recalled. There was a deep satisfaction at this news of Harry being still alive. 

"... I cannot send my death eaters to find him without them discovering the truth." Elizabeth stared at him. "Ok." She said blankly, not sure what he expected her to do. She looked away from him, and he reached down, to grasp her chin, forcing her to look back at him. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, staring close at her face. Elizabeth froze, staring into his eyes, frightened at this sudden physical contact.

Voldemort spoke softly, like he was explaining something to child. "You... you are somebody they trust now. I have felt the boy's thoughts around you, and he is searching for you. Of course he does not know what you are... but just of your significance to me..." Cold ice ran through her veins at these words, like she'd been dozed in cold water. 

"..he's what?" She whispered, and Voldemort grinned, she pulled away from him, scurrying back and scrambling to her feet. She wrapped her arms around herself defensively. "How is that possible? He can't know what... why would he-"

"He thinks you can defeat me." Voldemort sounded amused now, and Elizabeth stood there in confusion and fear. "Why would he think that... why- wait, he's seen me through you hasn't he? This is something you did." She accused, glaring at the dark lord.

Voldemort grinned shark like at her, and his hand shot out, seizing her wrist. "The boy won't come if you're in my grasp, you will be placed in the Malfoy's care until he comes."

Elizabeth's eyes widened in horror as they apparated, and she winced at the blinding light, even though it wasn't very bright in the room they were now in. She spotted Bellatrix, and the Malfoys looking very stiff.

Voldemort released her, and then told her in a hissing voice, "If you think you can repeat what happened last time, do not be mistaken, Elizabeth, do you understand?"

"I understand." Elizabeth hissed back, and Voldemort stared at her for a moment, before waving his wand, and something silver flew through the air, and it was a serpent. It slithered through the air, and towards Elizabeth who recoiled, but to slow, as it reached her, it coiled around her throat, the tail wrapping once around the head before it became solid.

It was choking, but she could very much feel it their, like a choker necklace. Elizabeth reached for it, touching it in a sense of horror and humiliation.

This, of course, wasn't a necklace.

It was a collar.

She couldn't look at Voldemort, if she did, she didn't know what she would do out of anger, and instead kept her gaze firmly to the ground. "That, will serve as a reminder."

Elizabeth clenched her fists, and bit her lip to hold back the curses she wanted to spoke. She blinked back the tears, forcing herself to remain composed despite the raging emotions of anger and despair falling over her like ways.

Why did I ever let him near those books? I should have just- just ran further than the damn bathroom! I should have, I should have called the police. Done anything. But no, I was so stupid-

Voldemort vanished after saying something to the Malfoys, and the room seemed to ease just a bit. Bellatrix was the one to approach her first, eyeing her. "I've never seen one before. And to think it's the dark lord's-"

"He never said I couldn't kill anyone. Just that I have to stay here." Elizabeth recalled that, out loud, and glared at Bellatrix who paled slightly, but sneered at her. Lucius spoke next, and told Bellatrix not to antagonize Elizabeth because the dark lord warned them she was unstable, and while she cannot escape, she can certainly kill if upset. 

They put her in a room, and then made her take a bath because apparently she stank. She got a new nightdress that wasn't over a week old, although she wasn't sure why she had to wear a nightdress specifically. 

It might be prisoner clothing. Elizabeth wasn't sure, but it was weird. Why not pants?

Regardless, she was clean now, and her hair didn't look like a tornado had a grudge against her. She was placed in a room and sort of left there. She wondered why not the dungeon? She guessed maybe they had a prisoner down their already or something.

She knew she would need to do something about Harry. Hermione and Ron would probably be killed, and that's if the Weasley family wasn't already dead. Ron wouldn't be reasonable if that were the case.

Hermione would be the most difficult. All her effort should be in getting the muggle-born out alive... there was a way, but somebody would need die.

She probably wouldn't be able to get Harry out, but she would try and hope it worked.

Her thought her interrupted by somebody bursting through the door. She looked up to see a boy with bright green eyes, thick messy black hair- and he was a child! He was so young- Elizabeth stared at him for a solid ten seconds, looking at the boy-who-lived.

"Um, hi, I'm Harry Potter, and I'm here to rescue you." He said awkwardly.

"Hello Harry Potter," Elizabeth said, a smile making it's way onto her face. "But I'm afraid we don't have much time, and this is a trap."

"Well obviously it's a trap," a girl snapped, and it was Hermione Granger, bushy brown hair and all, next to her was Ronald Weasley, messy red hair as proof. "No, you don't understand, this," Elizabeth pointed at her neck. "Is a collar that will most likely strangle me as soon as I step out of line. I'm effectively trapped. But listen, there isn't much time. Voldemort has horcruxes."

"We know."

"Cup of Hufflpuff, Locket of Slytherin, Ring of Gaunt, the Ravenclaw Diadum, Nagini the Snake-"

"We've got three of those." Harry insisted. "Destroyed them." Elizabeth stared at him with some level of shock, and admiration. But she had to shatter that confidence, with reality.

"And you." She finished. 

Harry paled. "What?"

"And he knows. He knows you have his soul inside you, that's what this trap is- please, please, you need to get out. He knows." Elizabeth felt the snake on her neck tighten slightly.

"What are you to him? He keeps thinking about you." Harry asked, and Elizabeth was caught off guard by the sudden line of questioning, but complied.

"I'm... he took me from my home, and made me into a Siphon." She admitted, and watched the two boys hold blank, confused faces, while Hermione's eyes lit up with recognition.

Hermione gasped.

"What's that?" Ron asked, and Hermione started to go off about Siphons, but Elizabeth hushed them. "Guys please, I'll die with Voldemort, that is my fate- and Harry, I'm sorry. But keep fighting."

The three of them held grim expressions, but then Harry hissed in pain, and Elizabeth felt him coming. "Run. Now. Please, please go-"

"Won't he kill you for?" Hermione trailed off. "He won't kill me- he won't kill Harry either. But he will kill you especially, and Ron.. and.. Ron your family...are they?"

"Their in hiding." Ron said. Elizabeth nodded. "Don't tell me anything else. It's to risky. Don't trust anybody, remember that. Be careful... and Harry, by the way, this might be offhand but I- Wormtail is dead."

"He's dead? How?"

"Erm... well... he's how I.. I couldn't control my powers. But, at least it couldn't have been a better person. Now run." Elizabeth ushered them through the house, as they were hidden under the cloak. She wondered how they got in, before Dobby arrived.

Then they felt Voldemort arrive, and Elizabeth shouted, throwing herself forward, and shoving the gang at the elf, screaming at him to go and not come back. Harry was screaming the same, and then the snake pulled tight around her neck, leaving her gasping for breath. She was pulling into the air, gasping and struggling to pull the snake off, but she couldn't move.

Her ears rang, and she heard the shouting stop. She didn't see any green light, so she guessed it might be okay. She dropped to the ground, suddenly as the serpent went slack. Elizabeth coughed violently, gasping for breath. She felt pain, as tiny cuts were made across her body, like something was violently reaching out to hurt her. She finally looked up, and around- and there was a smell level of relief. 

Harry Potter and friends had escaped.

Then she felt invisible knives slash across her body, drawing blood, staining the dress red with her blood. She felt herself being lifted, and she screamed in pain.

"You. Have. Cost. Me." Voldemort hissed.

"Fuck.. you.... dumbass."

Dumbledore. That fucking brilliant, manipulative man. He's set something up, after his death, just like before. Voldemort didn't learn from the books. He missed the memo completely.

Elizabeth felt a level of peace, of hope, knowing Harry Potter, the Golden Trio, were still fighting and Dumbledore had a plan. That they had destroyed horcruxes, and Voldemort didn't feel it.

Arrogance. The great damper to any powerful man.

Arrogance, and the inability to see his own misgivings- and change them- are Voldemort's downfall.

After all, in the books, he constantly used the same spell on Harry Potter, expecting different results despite repeated failure, and it backfires on him, literally.

Elizabeth felt hope.

It made the torture lesser, because it was worth it now.

But it still hurt like a bitch.

Elizabeth: OMG prison is so depressing and boring.

Voldemort: *touching*

Elizabeth: NO TOUCHY

Voldemort: *puts collar on her*

Elizabeth: *resist... urge.... to murder... it won't work... ack*

Harry: WE'RE HERE TO SAVE YOU!!!

Hermione and Ron: *jazz hands*

Elizabeth: Get the fuck out. Run bitches. IT'S A TRAP!

Voldemort: *surprise pikachu* they escaped! The exact same way they did before!

Elizabeth: Oh thank god he doesn't think house elves are worth the effort of remembering. Arrogant fuck.