Disclaimer: They're not mine. unfortunately.
Voldemort had never known love
Voldemort had never known love. Never, not even once in his life. But the thing that would probably resemble the most to it was the respect he had for his only female Death Eater, Bellatrix Lestrange.
He was fascinated by her loyalty, he could say everything to her, hummiliate her, but she still stayed loyal. She spent 16 years in Azkaban for him. Not as some, who tried to join the other side, the side of mudbloods and traitors.
He was fascinated by the way her hand would move when she would say a spell. The devotion and power she put in it were.. amazing. And he knew it was only to impress him.
He was fascinated by the way she could look at him. With all the love that she could possibly feel. It was a strange feeling he would get, a strange warm feeling inside of his stomach, he would sometimes think that that was something love felt like. But every time this idea would get into his mind, he would dismiss it. He wasn't known for love. He was known for hate. Especially, for hating the Potter-boy.
But what fascinated him the most was when she came to him and asked him if she could have his baby. He had been speechless, and that didn't happen a lot.
'What?' he had asked her.
'Can I have your baby?' she looked at him, with hopeful eyes.
'Why?' he had said, his mind still not making full sentences.
'Because, if you.. get defeated by the potter boy then.. you'll have a someone who can follow you up.. '
He had dissapeared. Only to stand suddenly behind her and whisper in her ear: 'You think I'll be defeated?'
Silence filled the air.
He threw her on the ground now screaming: 'YOU THINK I'LL BE DEFEATED?'
'No.. No. My Lord.. but just in case.. and wouldn't it be wonderful, a baby from whom you could love?'
'Love.' His voice hissed out. 'Love, mrs. Lestrange' , She jumped a little when she heard her last name, 'is something that makes you weak. Something that can kill you.'
He was now hovering above her. 'It can kill you.' He hissed, right by her face, while he was pulling out his wand and pointing it at her.
CRUCIO
She screamed. He was sure everyone in the whole area heard her. It pained him as much as it delighted him to hear her scream this way.
He pointed his wand at her again and stopped the spell.
'You don't want me to tell this to your husband now do you?'
'No, forgive me, My Lord, please forgive me for asking you such a stupid question. Please, forgive me. ' she cried.
'Leave me, now!' he hissed while she got up. He went back to his chair, sat down and looked at the place where she had been lying moments ago. He looked up at the door, to see her still standing there.
'I'm really sorry, My Lord, but I.. I.. love you.' The last few words were hardly a whisper, and then she closed the door.
Those three little last words, were fascinating. He felt love. Real love. Unfortunately, this was fatal for him so he got a heart-attack, and the boy who lived, kept on living.
The End