Darkness sipping in through the slightly opened door, slithering in from between the floor board, sliding out from under my bed, how I fear the dark.

The darkness that brings nothing but death and despair misery and anguish, that darkness that is slowly suffocating me, I should not fear, I was conceived in darkness, used by darkness, and I am now the darkness that sends out it's followers, it's shadows, to plague the earth.

You may see me as a nobody, and that is not true, for nobody is perfect and I have one flaw, and that flaw is you.

The person who is speaking was in his bed with emerald blankets piled over him. He raised out of he's bed cloaked in all black with only his mouth moving and suddenly he was standing right by me.

You are the person that makes feel, the person who showed me what is right, so I blame you.

We are now standing in front he's wardrobe he opens the wardrobe to present to me two mangled corpses, I gasp in horror, he whispers in my ear.

Now I know who he is, recognizing the two deceased.

I hear banging from what seemed to be coming from the floor boards. He glides over to the source of the sounds and starts ripping the floor boards up, a bonded, beaten, and gagged Bellatrix Lestrange.

I am the dragon king, the ruler of death-eaters, the master of night and all it's horrors, and yet I use my evil powers against those who work for me.

That is because of you, I love you.

The fate of this world is in your hands, either love me and have a world where you are the queen and the world bends to your every sweet desire of this world's existence, or keep hating me and have everybody you love suffer in front of your eyes.

"You are not the dark lord, Voldomont is." I say trying to figure out what is going on

He thought he was all knowing, he didn't see that I, he's chosen heir was going to stab him in the back, or in our case make it the front right through he's heart. I would have become the dark lord eventually, but I am an impatient man, I wanted it now.

He's voice sent a chill through my bones

Just as I want you

"Beep, beep, beep, beep" The sound of my alarm clock brought out of my dream and crashing hard onto the wooden floor "Graceful, Hermione, you could be a ballerina with poise like that" I think to myself as I limp to the bathroom