Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
A/N: Voldemort struggling with human emotions. Set while he's at Hogwarts.
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Weakness
There she is again.
That girl.
Going down this corridor, coming from Potions, on her way to Charms. She's with her friends, laughing, smiling, like always. A stray lock of hair has fallen out of place, and now she's brushing it behind her ear.
She's so . . .
Not beautiful, she's a Mudblood. She can't be beautiful.
And yet . . . She's all I want.
No, that isn't true. I don't want her. I want only power, all of it, all for myself. That's all I need.
But, maybe, if I had someone to share it with . . . She could play the Queen to my King, and we would have each other.
No. I don't need anyone. I don't need love.
I want to be loved.
No. Love is for the Weak, the people who need to rely on others, those who can't fend for themselves. I don't need love. I will never need love.
She's walked past me, turning the corner. I have never known such beauty, I can think of no words for it.
Love.
Obsession.
Weakness.
But sill . . . I can't help wanting it.