"Why do I still keep up this never ending chase?" I thought quietly to
myself.
The fire was crackling comfortingly beside my chair. I looked down at my withered hand.
"Shouldn't I give up now? I've struggled in all different forms. and never prevailed." I heard some sort of chuckle. I swiveled around to find no one, just darkness down the hall.
"Calm down. This is all getting to your head." Another laugh, bigger and braver than the first.
"Hah! You think that you can just give up? People will eventually find you and see that you are just a heap of old bones!!! Nobody will be afraid. Not even those little people in the towns! They won't refer to you as "You-Know- Who", they'll say, 'Oh look at that pathetic Voldemort!'" The voice cried. "Think about it!"
I did. I didn't really care what people did to me any more. I was as good as dead. I would've been happy if someone came in and took me away.
"Stop thinking these stupid weak thoughts you idiot! Listen to me and rise again. This time Harry Potter will die. Forever and ever people will listen to you because they are afraid!" I could imagine the voice smirking. "You could rule the Muggle and Wizarding Worlds!"
For a moment I thought that this was the moment, this was my last chance, but deep inside I knew it was hopeless.
"Stop it! I don't want to hear anything. I'm gone forever on the face of this world. Nobody will remember me." I said out loud, hoping the voice could hear me.
"You were feared by many, how could anyone forget you? You're already stuck in history! Make it worth it!" This voice was starting to annoy me.
"Just shut up! I hate you! I'm as good as non-existent! I hate my life. I hate everything!" I kept shouting until the voice seemed like it had faded away. I sighed a breath of relief.
"You know that you need to control your temper." A hoarse laugh.
"Darn! That stupid voice is still here." I thought to myself.
"Do I seem like torture? Am I really that bad?" It asked in a fake innocent voice. "Well guess what? I'm stuck here 'because I'm part of you! I'm your evil side! The side that took you to heights of almost killing that Harry Potter!"
"I hate." Voldemort then met his end. You could call it torture.
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Author's Note: This was just made because I was bored to death. I'm sorry if it seemed a little abusive to Voldemort. please don't report me. I feel that Voldemort does have a nicer side. Not always evil. right? Reviews would be err. nice? I don't know. Maybe. If they're nice. ^-^'''
The fire was crackling comfortingly beside my chair. I looked down at my withered hand.
"Shouldn't I give up now? I've struggled in all different forms. and never prevailed." I heard some sort of chuckle. I swiveled around to find no one, just darkness down the hall.
"Calm down. This is all getting to your head." Another laugh, bigger and braver than the first.
"Hah! You think that you can just give up? People will eventually find you and see that you are just a heap of old bones!!! Nobody will be afraid. Not even those little people in the towns! They won't refer to you as "You-Know- Who", they'll say, 'Oh look at that pathetic Voldemort!'" The voice cried. "Think about it!"
I did. I didn't really care what people did to me any more. I was as good as dead. I would've been happy if someone came in and took me away.
"Stop thinking these stupid weak thoughts you idiot! Listen to me and rise again. This time Harry Potter will die. Forever and ever people will listen to you because they are afraid!" I could imagine the voice smirking. "You could rule the Muggle and Wizarding Worlds!"
For a moment I thought that this was the moment, this was my last chance, but deep inside I knew it was hopeless.
"Stop it! I don't want to hear anything. I'm gone forever on the face of this world. Nobody will remember me." I said out loud, hoping the voice could hear me.
"You were feared by many, how could anyone forget you? You're already stuck in history! Make it worth it!" This voice was starting to annoy me.
"Just shut up! I hate you! I'm as good as non-existent! I hate my life. I hate everything!" I kept shouting until the voice seemed like it had faded away. I sighed a breath of relief.
"You know that you need to control your temper." A hoarse laugh.
"Darn! That stupid voice is still here." I thought to myself.
"Do I seem like torture? Am I really that bad?" It asked in a fake innocent voice. "Well guess what? I'm stuck here 'because I'm part of you! I'm your evil side! The side that took you to heights of almost killing that Harry Potter!"
"I hate." Voldemort then met his end. You could call it torture.
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Author's Note: This was just made because I was bored to death. I'm sorry if it seemed a little abusive to Voldemort. please don't report me. I feel that Voldemort does have a nicer side. Not always evil. right? Reviews would be err. nice? I don't know. Maybe. If they're nice. ^-^'''