Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling.
A/n: If you read this please review. ^_^
Bad Dream
Why? I thought. I mean why keep going? Why dose he keep killing? Why even kill in the first place? What's behind his madness?
I heard something, or someone outside my prison. I felt around in the darkness for some sort of weapon. The door opened and I quit my search. Even if I found something, I would be no match against a wizard. And with no wand I was a sitting duck. Light spilled in as the door opened wider. I shielded my eyes against the light and looked up. The figure of a tall man stood in the threshold.
"Well Mr. Potter are you ready? Any last words?" Voldemort said, laughter in his voice.
"Why?" I asked.
"What?"
"Why all the people. Why did you kill them." I had to know. I just had to. After all the people. My mom, dad, Sirius. Why?
"Because they are filthy insolent people", he answered me.
"But why kill them?" I sat there, my scar throbbing in my head. "Why kill the innocent?"
Voldemort looked down upon me. He stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. Total darkness surrounded me. I could hear the rustling of clothes. I stretched my legs out slightly and suddenly I felt pressure on them, keeping them flat to the ground. What the crap was Voldemort doing? I felt his hands push against my shoulders, pinning me against the wall. Some ware above me a light on so I could Voldemort's face clearly.
"You really want to Potter", he asked me his voice barely above a whisper. Our faces inches from one another. I sat there terrified.
"Well then I'll tell you. All I've ever wanted was to loved, and yet no one will."
He touched my face and I thought my scar would explode.
"It hurts doesn't it? Don't worry." He released me momentarily and took out his wand.
Oh god, it's over. I knew it was. I heard him mumble something.
Suddenly I felt pleasure beyond anything. Bliss. Still feeling the drunken happiness, I felt someone's lips press against mine. They let go and the curse lifted sending the pain back immediately.
"Drink this", he whispered in my ear.
I decided anything would be better. he was probably going to kill me anyway. I took the vile from him and turned it upside-down. Instantly the pain melted away. Pure bliss once again. Voldemort picked me up and carried me some ware. We entered a room and I felt myself being lowered onto a bed. I felt his body on mine and then heard a beeping sound.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.
I opened my eyes and looked around, I was in my own room, fully clothed.
"God that was a weird dream." I turned my alarm off, got dressed and went to class.
A/n: If you read this please review. ^_^
Bad Dream
Why? I thought. I mean why keep going? Why dose he keep killing? Why even kill in the first place? What's behind his madness?
I heard something, or someone outside my prison. I felt around in the darkness for some sort of weapon. The door opened and I quit my search. Even if I found something, I would be no match against a wizard. And with no wand I was a sitting duck. Light spilled in as the door opened wider. I shielded my eyes against the light and looked up. The figure of a tall man stood in the threshold.
"Well Mr. Potter are you ready? Any last words?" Voldemort said, laughter in his voice.
"Why?" I asked.
"What?"
"Why all the people. Why did you kill them." I had to know. I just had to. After all the people. My mom, dad, Sirius. Why?
"Because they are filthy insolent people", he answered me.
"But why kill them?" I sat there, my scar throbbing in my head. "Why kill the innocent?"
Voldemort looked down upon me. He stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. Total darkness surrounded me. I could hear the rustling of clothes. I stretched my legs out slightly and suddenly I felt pressure on them, keeping them flat to the ground. What the crap was Voldemort doing? I felt his hands push against my shoulders, pinning me against the wall. Some ware above me a light on so I could Voldemort's face clearly.
"You really want to Potter", he asked me his voice barely above a whisper. Our faces inches from one another. I sat there terrified.
"Well then I'll tell you. All I've ever wanted was to loved, and yet no one will."
He touched my face and I thought my scar would explode.
"It hurts doesn't it? Don't worry." He released me momentarily and took out his wand.
Oh god, it's over. I knew it was. I heard him mumble something.
Suddenly I felt pleasure beyond anything. Bliss. Still feeling the drunken happiness, I felt someone's lips press against mine. They let go and the curse lifted sending the pain back immediately.
"Drink this", he whispered in my ear.
I decided anything would be better. he was probably going to kill me anyway. I took the vile from him and turned it upside-down. Instantly the pain melted away. Pure bliss once again. Voldemort picked me up and carried me some ware. We entered a room and I felt myself being lowered onto a bed. I felt his body on mine and then heard a beeping sound.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.
I opened my eyes and looked around, I was in my own room, fully clothed.
"God that was a weird dream." I turned my alarm off, got dressed and went to class.