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3rd-Jan-2010 02:04 am
chlom---King & Queen

Title: The Face
Characters: Voldemort/Tom Riddle, Chloe, Moira, Gabe, Namesless Death Eaters, Pettigrew
Fandoms: Smallville/Harry Potter
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: A young Chloe is scared of the masked people who always congregate at her parents home, the people who used to be mean and call her a squib until she woke up from the long sleep. Then she met the one with two faces, and he wants her to 'heal' him.
Written for my LiveJournal Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt of the day #91: Cult

Holding onto her mother's hand, the child looked around her, frightened by the masks and the robes. She trusted her mother and father, and knew that they would never hurt her, or allow any hurt to come to her, but ever since she could remember, those people would congregate in her home, doing things that were supposedly impossible. She never saw their faces, never knew their names, and knew never to speak of them to anyone else. The young girl didn't understand why they were a secret, or how they could come through the fireplace the way they did.

Mother spoke of magic, father spoke of their lord, but she didn't understand it.

She was still too young.

When they spoke of muggles and spies and of Hogwarts and the Wizarding World she paid no mind, bringing them the tea her mother asked her to.

She supposed they viewed her as a pet.

Some even seemed to scorn her.

They called her a squib.

She didn't know what this was but it made her angry.

She wasn't a squib.

She was a girl.

It was as simple as that.

It was only after the accident on her seventh birthday that they changed towards her.

Chloe only remembered pain and screaming and coldness.

And then she'd been sleeping.

And then she was awake, her mother crying and holding her tight, her father watching in shock. She'd been surrounded by those ones in masks, they'd been about to do something, a ceremony maybe? She didn't know. All she knew was that after her long nap, there was no more pain, and they were nice to her. They whispered about miracles and someone named Nicholas Flamel and about Sorcerers Stones. They whispered about leaders and immortality and she wondered why they now brought her gifts, why they now took off their masks in front of her. Why they no longer called her a squib.

It was only, when at the age of eight she met the stuttering man with the face behind his head, that she truly began to understand that her life was abnormal.

The sight had terrified the child at first, and she would have fled the room had her parents not been prostrate before the man with the two faces.

Mother called him Lord.

Father thanked all holy that he had returned.

Both pushed her closer to the one with two faces, those eyes staring at her, eager, expectant, nearly greedy.

"Come now..." His voice was nearly snakelike as he spoke to her. "Come to me, child. I will not hurt you."

She'd sent a look towards her parents before trembling as she went towards the back-face, the one with dominance in this body.

"What is your name?" He asked, motioning for her to sit.

"C-Chloe, sir." The child whispered, gaze falling to her shoes, not wanting to look at the monstrosity.

"Look at me when you speak, Chloe." The face commanded, mutated, grotesque, and with complete authority.

"Yes sir." She looked up at him.

"Lord, Chloe!" Father hissed from where he was, face bowed to the ground. "Lord."

"Lord." She was quick to correct, scared and confused and only wanting to leave.

"You may call me My Liege." The face told her, as if he were honoring her.

"My liege." She parroted, anything to end this conversation, anything to be away from this fear, from this thing.

"Do you know why I am here, Chloe?" He asked her.

She shook her head before remembering to add the title. "No my Liege."

"It is because I have heard from my most faithful, of you. And I have come from my hiding to see you." He motioned for her to sit as he did, his body facing away from her and yet this face was towards her. "I heard that though you do not manifest the spontaneous magic those of purest magic lineage as yourself do at your age....that you came back from the dead."

"I was sleeping." She brought her hand to her head, thoughtful, looking at him though she desperately wanted to look away. But his eyes caught hers and it was as if it wasn't her mind anymore. It was being prodded and probed, memories being delved through, until the day of the screaming and the pain occurred, the day of the long sleep.

And then...and then her mind was hers and he was smiling at her.

It was a scary sight.

"You have a very deep, very ancient and strong magic in you, Chloe." He spoke. "You are powerful."

She was confused.



"Yes, you." He nodded, as if he could read her mind. "I have heard of how you now heal in minutes without magic being cast on you, and how you can withstand magic being cast on you to harm."

What...what was he talking about?

Magic being cast against her?

"And I know that death...death is not a barrier for you." He was eyeing her with that greedy expression, like that fat kid who constantly looked into a candy store while on his way home from school. "Do you know why I'm here, Chloe?"

"You said that it was to see me...My Liege." She whispered.

"It's not only that." He replied. "You have great power, Chloe. Amazing power that I can help you cultivate. I want to help you."

She paused. "...Help me?"

He nodded. "But first, I need you to help me."

The child looked up at him in confusion. "How?"

"Before you were born, I was...hurt...and that it why I am the way I am today." He replied after a moment's hesitation. "I need you to heal me."

"Heal you." She echoed, confused. "How?"

"Only you know how." He spoke softer, more soothing, lulling her out little by little, of the terror she'd felt. "Only you can help me, Chloe."

The child was confused, and looked to her mother and father for support, for clarification, but they remained with their faces to the ground.

Taking in a deep gulp, Chloe stood, the ten year old looked from her parents back to the face, before taking in a deep breath. "I---when I get hurt---I----my mother gives me a kiss to make it better."

Mother and father made odd noises.

The face looked amused, offering his cheek with regal movements. "Then do."

She didn't want to kiss him.

He was gross and scary.

He was a face on the back of a head.

But---but she was scared, and her parents seemed scared, and he---he was a face she didn't think she should cross.

So the girl-child took in a deep breath and knelt on the sofa before the face, looking into his eyes before reaching up to grab his face.

A couple of the mask-people gasped in horror.

She pulled her hands away in terror.

That face glared fury at them before returning back to her. "It's okay."

The child, still shaking, reached for his face again, before taking in a deep breath and closing her eyes as she leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "All better now." She whispered, as her mother would do for her when she was hurt, and she imagined, wished him better.

For it couldn't be easy, being the face in the back of a head, when you had once been something else.

And then it was bright.

And then it was dark.

And then she woke up, tired, sleepy, and in a bed she didn't recognize.

"You have awoken. Good. I was beginning to wonder if you'd sleep forever."

The child turned towards the voice, scared green gaze falling upon a handsome young man of around twenty years of age, sitting on a chair in the darkest corner of the room. He had silky jet black hair, dark eyes, regal robes, and an intelligent face.

"Who are you?" She asked, sitting up in bed, noticing Wibbly, her stuffed pink elephant, in bed next to her. "Where I am? Where are my parents? What am I doing here?"

"You are here because your parents are very loyal in their service to me," he announced, standing with liquid fluidity as he stalked towards the bed, leaning against one of the posts as he watched her, arms folded over his chest. "You are to remain here in my charge until such a time as I decide to send you away. If I ever do."

She reached for Wibbly, hugging him to her racing heart. "Why did they send me here?" Tears came to her eyes. "Mommy and daddy love me."

"But they love me more." He announced in amusement before sitting down on the edge of her bed. "They left their world to live amongst the inferior to give my followers a safe place to meet while searching for me. They believe in the beauty of my cause, and so will you, my little princess."

"Princess?" Chloe whispered, eyes wide at the word. "Me?"

He nodded. "You have power beyond anything I have ever thought natural." He reached out and touched her hair.

There was a knock on the door.

He pulled his hand from her, standing, face a dark sneer. "Enter."

The door opened to show a repulsive fat man. "My Lord..."

"What do you want, Pettigrew?" He snapped.

"Dinner has been served, My Lord." The man sniveled.

"We will be there. Now depart."

The man scurried away, like a rat.

The handsome man turned to her, extending his hand. "Come, we will dine, then you will tell me more about yourself. I am intrigued with you and your astounding power."

She hesitated, before reaching for his hand and letting him pull her out of bed.

"What---what's your name?" She asked softly as he held her towards the door.

He looked down at her and smirked. "You may call me My Liege."

Chloe's gasp was cut off by the door closing behind her, as the face who was not a face anymore led her away towards her future.
3rd-Jan-2010 09:29 am (UTC) - Wonderful Master of Fanfictiondom!
Wow, just wow.

I must say. YOU are amazing beyond belief. I don't how, but you have taken one of my most hated story villains and turned him into mush. Well, not really, but still.

I think I'm going to start calling you My Liege: Wonderful Master of the Fanfictiondom!

Again, wonderful and wow, and full of awesomeness!
3rd-Jan-2010 05:45 pm (UTC) - Re: Wonderful Master of Fanfictiondom!
*curtsies* thank you thank you! what a lovely thing to say! i doubt i'm as good as that but it helps my ego! lol
3rd-Jan-2010 07:51 pm (UTC)
totally AWESOME new fanfic of yours!!!
3rd-Jan-2010 08:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much!
3rd-Jan-2010 08:09 pm (UTC)
that was brillaint . loved how chloe healed he who must not be named lol. that her parents were deatheaters lol. will there be more of this coming ?
3rd-Jan-2010 08:58 pm (UTC)
I don't think so, sorry :(
4th-Jan-2010 04:39 am (UTC)
You've combined the two characters I kind of love no matter what and made a very intriguing story line! Hope inspiration hits and there's another part of this, particularly when Chloe begins to grow into the independent woman we know and love.
4th-Jan-2010 07:23 am (UTC)
I really don't have any plans to add to this universe...but maybe do a different Chloe/Tom. Not sure.
4th-Jan-2010 01:39 pm (UTC)
I've always been fascinated with the Death Eaters in the Harry Potter books, and you made them just as scary as JK Rowling ever did. Great work :)
4th-Jan-2010 02:08 pm (UTC)
thank you very much :D
5th-Jan-2010 10:18 pm (UTC)
AHHHH! Wow Harry Potter and Chloe how is that even possible. You do crossovers that usual people would wirte as if they were total crap but you are like the Queen of Crossover. I shall bow my head to you Queen *laughs*
5th-Jan-2010 10:48 pm (UTC)
thank you thank you *waves regally*
8th-Jan-2010 10:19 pm (UTC)
I think I might want to have this fics babies. Do you mind?
8th-Jan-2010 10:21 pm (UTC)
Who I am to stand in the way of true love?!?
17th-Mar-2010 02:19 am (UTC)
Wow! Just wow! This was an absolutely brilliant fic! Good Harry Potter/Chloe crossovers are so rare... I am so in love with this story!

The plot of Chloe's parents being Death Eaters and Voldemort coming to their house to have Chloe 'heal' him is so cool and totally neat... Really original idea! Wonderfully written too.

Anywho, thanks so much for writing this, I truly enjoyed reading it! Also if you decide to write a sequel to this with them (Chloe and Voldemort) in the future, I would totally read it! I'm curious as to know what Dumbledore and Snape's reaction would be and also what would become of Harry? No pressure though...
17th-Mar-2010 02:57 am (UTC)
Thanks! I'd been wanting to do a Chloe/Voldemort crossover since I know that she has a power that he envies with all his might, so imagine the potential of them meeting or of him finding out about he abilities...especially at an age where he can manipulate her...thus this story was born!
26th-Sep-2010 04:58 am (UTC)
Wow, you took a character that that was basically written to be hated, and a character everyone loves, and made it not only work, but you made it pretty awesome. Plus you ended it at the perfect time, instead of dragging it out, and completely mucking it up along the way. It's so rare to find a good HP/SV crossover, much less one so AU. I think this proves that you can pair Chloe with anyone, be it girl, boy, or that weird in between. Here is some virtual Frosty's and frenchfries for the wonderful story :)
26th-Sep-2010 05:05 am (UTC)
Thank you so very much! I do believe Chloe can be paired with ANYONE and work! *enjoys the frosty*
22nd-Dec-2010 08:55 am (UTC)
Oh yup I'm in love, too bad you're not planning on adding to this universe. But thanks for the awesome story!!
22nd-Dec-2010 09:19 am (UTC)
Thanks for enjoying :)
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