Prologue: A Broken Heart
Little Hangleton was a small town where everybody knew each other and whose customs still followed the old times despite the advancements in the 20th century. Most of the houses stood together and while most of the town exuded happiness, it could never forget the mansion that stood a few miles away from their town. The mansion was considered abandoned ever since the Riddles' murder and was considered as one of the haunted stories that are used in order to scare the children. The screams that could be sometimes heard during the dead of the night, the maliciousness the mansion radiated, and layer upon layers of gossip added more fuel to the fire about the mansion.
Meanwhile, children and teens always tried to dare each other to enter the said haunted mansion but whenever a person gets close, they conveniently forget about why they came there and hurry back home. However, the truth about Riddle Mansion was different as to what muggles contrary believe. Riddle Manor still stood as menacing as ever but beneath the illusion and muggle repelling charms, the manor looked cleaner and in proper order.
However, during this particular night, werewolves howling piercing through the silence, crickets were completely quiet, and only a young man's frantic footsteps was heard throughout the mansion. He wondered why he was feeling as if something was going wrong tonight and it filled him with a sense of trepidation while he ran to his destination. The revelation that came from his healer almost sent him to a nervous breakdown while thinking of ways to tell his lover the truth.
The room was much closer now and he hoped that he could catch his lover before he goes to his meeting in the Americas. But the closer he got, the louder did he hear sounds, or was it a moan? He came to an immediate stop when he was a few feet away from the door.
"Ahhh…. My Lord… please…"
"Tell me… Tell me how much you want it… Fuck! Sssso tight!"
"Feed me your big fat cock my Lord… Ahhh…Ahh-ahhh…"
His vision became blurry and the floor became closer than he could have thought as his body slid down to the floor without his knowledge. He felt tears running down his cheeks – 'when did that happen?' He could feel as his own heart broke into pieces and his feet were no longer cooperating while he struggled on trying to stand up.
There was no mistaking that it was his lover's voice for there was no one that would dare enter those chambers in fear of being tortured to death. You see, his lover is none other but the terror of the Wizarding world, the leader of the illustrious Death Eaters, the Dark Lord, and his supposed nemesis – Lord Voldemort.
He should have known that it would happen; they were bound to fail because who in Merlin's name would fall in love with his supposed-to-be-killer? With the one who killed his parents? With the one that tried to kill her friends on more than one occasion? But why… Why did it have to happen like this?
As he opened the door, he sees his lover pounding into some young man's ass and hears every groan of approval his lover awards his whore. His lover stills for a moment as he climaxed inside the stranger's ass and looks behind him. He does not sees the emotions flashing in his and his lover's face, all he knows is that his heart has been shattered beyond imagination as he witnessed his lover, no, this man's betrayal.
"How does it feel to be my whore during these past three years? Did you really think that I would love my own nemesis? You are wrong Harry Potter, and I have won." The Dark Lord smirked at Harry.
"It never made sense for you to love me. I always knew that. I guess I assumed so highly for a man with a heart of stone. "Harry said slowly, each word dripping with so much scorn that the Dark Lord was taken aback for a second before he composed himself. Harry's eyes darkened with so much hate and pain that there was only a ring of green that could be seen in his pupils. The Dark Lord started to question the methods he had used in order to keep his Slytherin Prince safe but it was already too late. Not only a second later, he heard the sound of a person Disapparating out of his manor and ultimately out of his life.
"I'm sorry, my Prince." The heartbroken Dark Lord whispered as he threw the young man he fucked out of his room. Nobody witnessed the lone tear falling from the Dark Lord's face.
A/N: Ok this is the revised version of chapter 1… I'm still in the process of developing the plot for this fic because I still can't find the proper conflict to spice up the story… Sorry for the long wait but I'll try to update again this month on all the fics or revamp all of the chapters of the stories….
*Cuddles* (^_^)
