Every so often someone amazing comes along, with great powers and an even greater destiny. Now mind you not all of these powers or destines are good. Evil people with cold hearts most always have these famous and legendary powers. And they use them – to get even. With those who hurt them. Those who ridiculed them. The world itself.
But for every evil powerful person there is usually an equally powerful person who is good. Vanquisher of evil and fluffy bunnies and stuff. Sometimes however that oh so good person that's destined for greatness has problems. They change. Sometimes that person who everyone looks up to has secrets that are too deep. Too hard to bear. It scars them and eats at their soul. Making them feel worthless. And the so called savior ends up more terrifying and frightening then the evil villain.
With that in mind let me continue my story
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Lord Voldemort – also known as Tom but only to his close friends, all of which were dead or in a coma – was walking through the woods. Why? Cause he was bored.
Yes. Bored.
He had nothing to do. All his meetings for this week had been canceled and since he knew everything that was going on at Hogwarts he decided that for this moment he had nothing better to do but go on a walk through the woods surrounding his home.
That or torture some people.
He smirked. He would do that once he called a meeting….for other purposes.
Voldemort looked around and noticed that he was getting far away from his house so he decided to head back. He turned around and was about to head back up the mini hill he had come down when he heard rustling.
Now normally he would never, under any circumstances, go towards the rustling sound. After all one could assume of all the dangerous creatures it could possibly be.
But he was Lord Voldemort. And this was HIS land.
So the infamous Slytherin went TOWARDS the very frightening sounds. Perhaps it was some small animal he could torture or something.
He snuck towards a cluster of trees where he thought he heard the sound coming from. As he looked around the area he realized that it was just the wind rustling the leaves. And since he now felt like a very stupid and paranoid idiot he dropped his defensive stance and once again turned around to leave.
And he tripped over something.
Thank god no one was around to see him huh?
The Dark Lord Voldemort had tripped over something. Big it must've been. He immediately turned around and stared into the growing darkness, trying to figure out what it was. A fallen log, right? Perhaps a bush he missed?
A foot came into view and twitched a little before falling still.
Whoa a person?
Voldemort scowled. Oh no, this won't do at all. How the hell did a person find their way all the way out here? And what the hell were they doing sprawled out on his lands like they owned it?
He was about to grab his wand and torture the hell out of them before disposing of them but something stopped him.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed that the person he tripped over turned out to be a young girl. Not too young but young enough. And she was wearing black.
'Well no fucking wonder I didn't spot her.' He thought spitefully. He was still upset that someone of his dignified standing would trip in the first place.
She was shivering and there seemed to be a large gash on her forehead. Which was bleeding. A lot.
'Looks like someone beat me to the punch with the torturing bit.' He snickered quietly but that seemed to rouse said girl from her half deadness.
She looked at him with dark onyx eyes. It looked as though she was trying to remember him from somewhere. But that wasn't possible. She had never met him…right?
"Who are you girl? What are you doing on my lands?"
She just squinted at him. She was trying to pull herself into a half sitting position but was failing, horribly might I add.
He rolled his eyes.
Yes. Voldemort rolled his eyes. He's allowed. He's Lord freaking Voldemort.
He had a lot better things to do then play charades with a deaf dumb and blind girl. He grabbed his wand and was about to get rid of her for good when she suddenly shot her hand out and grabbed the tip of it.
This shocked the hell out of Voldemort.
I mean, he thought she was half dying anyway and thought he was doing a very good deed by putting her out of his- I mean her misery.
He tried snatching his wand out of her grasp, now very agitated and annoyed.
It barely budged.
He snarled in her face. "Give me back my wand you miserable girl!!"
She blinked calmly at him. Staring right into his crimson red eyes. Then she took the wand out of his hand and looked at it curiously. She blinked once and handed it back to his speechless form.
"What the hell girl?"
Ok so maybe not so speechless….
She raised her hand and pointed to herself and opened her mouth.
But nothing came out.
She frowned and looked down at her finger as if it were to blame. She opened her mouth wider and tried once again to say something, anything. But again it didn't work. Blood was now dripping down her face and onto her black clothing.
Voldemort was now a cross between pissed beyond all measure and amused beyond his control. This strange girl was irritating, yes, but at least she was amusing at some times.
She was staring at him, with this cold and blank stare that sorta freaked the hell out of him. Not that he would ever say so. He circled her, staring back into those dark eyes and suddenly something struck him.
What if this girl could come in use to him?
Without warning he was in the girl's face. He stared at her features and found her to be quite a beauty for being so young. At least he woudn't have to stare upon ugly features every day. Unlike some people...
She blinked calmly while he measured her up and then put her hand in his. Voldemort looked shocked but with or without his help she climbed to her feet and stood there in front of him. He stared at her some more before turning around and heading back towards his house.
"I expect you to follow." He spoke to the wind.
The young girl heard it and slowly she began to follow, limping and cradling her arm.
Voldemort smiled somewhat maliciously.
Oh how he loved his life.