"Shocked?" The boy asked calmly but Voldemort's eyes had already narrowed.
"Who are you!" Voldemort asked with his wand pointed at the boy, it trembled with anger, but the boy's smile never wore off.
"You still don't know? Have you already forgotten? Or do you not want to accept it?"
Voldemort looked at the boy with a glare, his sight not leaving the boy but he didn't even speak anything for a few seconds.
'My familiarity with him…is he…? No! I don't feel 'Her' blessings on him.'
'He isn't a part of my soul!'
'This is someone else!'
It was only after a few seconds that the dark lord finally found the confidence to speak through all the confusion.
"However it is you are mimicking my features, there can only ever be one of me!!!!!"
"Oh? So you want to remain delusional?"
"Avada Kedavra!!!!" Voldemort roared in anger!
A thick green beam of light rushed through the air and landed on the boy's body.
Except what everyone had expected, the boy being sent flying through the air because of the force of the spell while ragdolling as if he were a puppet without strings, did not happen.
Instead, the boy calmly walked forward while staying connected to the thick green beam of light that Voldemort was forcing.
"How pathetic you are. You became arrogant even though you're only a flimsy piece that was left alive after you failed to kill a baby-"
Voldemort's features morphed into an angry frown, his bubbling anger palpable as everyone around him started to feel cold touch their souls, yet the boy continued to walk forward.
"-And now you can't even 'kill' me. Did you think leaving me in that silly diary of yours would leave me helpless and weak? I've been bidding my time and a year ago, I was finally able to become free."
"It took time…but I grew stronger…and now I've become what we truly desired. And I've done it in a way that even you with all your fancy help from 'Her' would never be able to guess how I became so powerful. You are a weak pathetic man that's nothing but a fragment of what he once was! I am the true Dark Lord!"
Voldemort's eyes widened as he felt a little shocked.
'He knows about 'Her'!?'
'Who is he?'
'Someone related to 'Him'?'
'Perhaps the Flamels?'
'But why is he here!?'
'I can't sense any hostility even now!'
'Is he hiding it from me in some way!?'
'No. He isn't even a demigod and I can't sense any mystical items on him.'
'Who's helping him?'
'He knows about the diary…'
'Did Lucius help him?'
'I can still sense my other soul…I can't tell where it is, but it is safe…yet I heard that the Chamber of Secrets was opened…'
'Did it really succeed in escaping from school?'
'But I heard that Harry Potter was credited in saving the school and fighting against me from the diary!'
Voldemort's confusion only multiplied severalfold with each thought he used to dig into the scenario unfolding in front of him.
The face he was looking at and the information he was being fed through the words of the young boy had opened a can of worms that he wasn't ready to get into.
Questions like who was backing the boy were of the mundane sort in such a troublesome mind storm.
The question that was worrying Voldemort the most right now was-
'Whoever this boy is! How isn't he corrupted yet!? Even after knowing about 'Her'!?'
'Is he really who he appears to be?'
'Or is this another one of 'His' tricks?'
'A trick to distract me from Harry?'
Voldemort's eyes flicked towards Harry, but the boy was still frozen stiff on the dirty floor.
Loki seemed to notice the sudden panic that began to emerge in Voldemort's gaze as the young boy spoke with a funny smile.
"What are you thinking about, Mr. Dark Lord?" the young boy asked, "Wondering if I know all your little secrets?"
The boy then looked around at all the Death Eaters and the Lestrange couple seeing how all of them had a hint of confusion in their eyes before he looked back at Voldemort.
"But since it is rude of me not to introduce myself…let's do this…let me show the world who I really am."
The boy flicked his wand in the air and much like how Harry had seen at the end of his second year, fiery letters started to form in the air with each stroke of his wand.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle."
Not everyone was able to connect to the name, but Voldemort's eyes remained wide while several Death Eaters around the ones that had gathered gasped audibly when the words were written in air.
The death eaters hadn't recognised young Tom's face since none of them had really seen Voldemort when he was young, but some of them who were in the inner circle of Death Eaters had known about their Lord's actual name.
"It can't be!?" One of the Death Eaters gasped before looking at Voldemort who was frozen stiff.
Bellatrix too remained confused.
Her hands trembled while her lips quivered as she tried to understand exactly what was going on.
Then under everyone's stunned gazes, the boy took it a move further, they all watched as the letters rearranged themselves to form the sentence-
'I am Lord Voldemort.'
The death eaters who hadn't realised what was going on until now suddenly showed expressions of understanding.
"Funny isn't it?" the young Tom said as he flicked his wand once again and caused the letters to fade away.
Bellatrix Lestrange on the side was the most confused as she looked at her 'master' and then at the boy.
All the death eaters in the audience had similarly strange thoughts-
'How is the killing curse doing nothing to him!?'
'He is the real Dark Lord?'
'Then!! Then who is 'He'!?'
-but they were even more amplified when Loki mixed into their sea of subconscious a flood of distracting thoughts, making most of them panic and stop thinking rationally-
'Is this a trap!?'
'A trap to capture us!?'
'A trap set up by the White Lord?'
But even then, Voldemort's presence remained commanding and the central point of focus since everyone's instincts were blaring and warning them against Voldemort, not the little boy which made them sure that the real deal was already in front of them.
But the results in front of their eyes were something else.
No one could simply survive the killing curse and walk through it!
Meanwhile, on the side, Loki wondered, 'Is there a popcorn machine nearby?'
'Maybe I can use the Disk of Wishes and make a simple wish for an unemptiable bucket of popcorn?'
'It would set a good mood for scenes like this.'
'Oh! And an invisible couch to sit on!'
'...wait a second! Can't I do that using my illusions!?'
'...I haven't tasted my illusions though…do they even have a taste in the first place?'
Loki flicked his hand and conjured a flowered popcorn kernel in his mouth.
'Oh! It actually tastes like caramel popcorn!'
crunch crunch
As such, Loki continued to watch the show that was unfolding in front of him while munching on perfectly crisp popcorn that he remembered eating in his past life.
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