Weakness:
Disclaimer: *Sigh*. I do not own Harry Potter.
It was his only weakness. He eliminated his weaknesses. Did it bother him? Of course not. Nothing bothered him or concerned him. Except Dumbledore, maybe. But no one needed to know that. So he made up his mind. It was one of his greatest secrets. He had room for only one great secret in his life. He walked slowly towards the Slytherin common room. He would do it tomorrow. Why not now? Easy. She was inaccessible now. In her dormitory. Well she was accessible, but Dumbledore would find out. Damn that old man, becoming headmaster like that. He had taken all the secret books out of the library. Senile, barmy old idiot. Well, he would beat him soon enough. As soon as he had made all seven. Tom Marvelo Riddle, Voldemort to his followers, climbed up the stairs of the boys' dormitories and went to bed.
He made his way slowly up, to the astronomy tower, where he would kill her. Where his second horcrux would be made. He had the ring with him. Old Dumble wouldn't be able to detect the spell, the astronomy tower was too far away.
She was there. She smiled at him, her dark hair whipping around her face. Not in the least scared. For a nanosecond, he regretted what he was going to do. Then the feeling was gone. He killed her. He finished the horcrux, capturing her soul and using it to tear another part of his, and then storing both in the old ring- her soul would protect his.
He climbed back down the stairs, smiling as he did so. His greatest weakness was gone. He would never love again. Which was good. Because in the end, what was love but a weakness?
Ok, so what did you think? I wrote it in like, half an hour. It just came to me, you know? Anyway, I don't usually write or read fics like this cuz I don't believe that Voldemort could ever love. But I think that if he did, the story would be somewhat like this. So please review. Constructive criticism greatly appreciated.