Saved by Grace
Written by Chibikan
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do own Grace.
Summary: Everyone deserves there chance at true love. Even the monster-like Dark Lord.
Chapter 1
Voldemort loved the screams of helpless muggles. It was music to his ears. He watched with glee as the middle-aged man and woman writhed in pain.
"Master," began one of his faithful servants, a woman with wild-black hair. "Would you like to finish them now?"
A sneer appear on his visage and he pulled out his wand of yew. This was the best part of all. Forcefully rending apart the fabric of one's life. How his heart soared as he thought about how much power he had. He delightfully shouted the two words and watched as the lovely green light caught the two by surprise and their faces bore such wonderful expressions of terror. What a thrill that filled him from the inside out. Then the screams turned abruptly to blissful silence. A sadistic smile lit the old wizard's snowy complexion. "Well, I'd say our work here is done." he stated simply, preparing to lead the way out.
But then there came the sound of a jingling outside the front door. The jingling was followed by the sound of a lock clicking. Voldemort and his followers froze in surprise. None of them had expected this. This never happened before. The door opened slowly and in walked a young woman with chestnut hair. She hung her coat up and brushed some lint from her skirt and blouse.
"Mom," she called, not yet noticing anything was wrong as she went into a room just past the entry way. The sound of running water could be heard. "Please, don't set me up with any of your colleagues' relatives again. That David was a total perve." The water turned off and she came walking out, still noticing nothing, "I had to literally shove into the fountain before he..." she stopped as she finally saw the Death Eaters. "Uh, hello. I didn't know we had company."
Voldemort fingered his wand. What should he do. He didn't have the strength for another killing curse. But he couldn't let the others know that. He needed to stall, big time. Finally he knew.
"Actually, my dear, we are not really company. We just had some business to take care of." He lifted his wand. "And now, we just need you." Wordlessly, he cast a sleeping spell, taking the muggle girl off-guard. He caught her in his arms. "She'll make a fine torture victim. The Potter boy should enjoy this immensely." his comment raised laughter amongst his men. He led the way out, just after casting the Dark Mark into the sky.
AN: And we have the two characters somewhat meeting for the first time. This is a new take on the Voldemort meets a muggle and finds true love storyline that I began with Not Me. Not Me, I'm afraid is officially abandoned. It will be removed. I'm sorry, but it just doesn't seem to work anymore.