A Suppressed Love

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A/N:(The only long one, I hope.) Hi all, this is my first attempt at writing fanfic, I hope you all like the story and do review and give some feedback! Please pardon any outstanding errors and do inform me too so I'll be able to correct it to the best of my ability. After all, every author's (I presume?) day is made having the satisfaction of knowing that we've brightened up someone's day, however minute an impact that may be. . If you've read this, you're officially 100x cooler than me since I am (unfortunately, sorry!) guilty of skipping through A/Ns. So, on with the story, hope you like it!

Edit:Sorry for the reposting guys, it's just that I've been trying all the different ways to indicate a scene break (and failing), so here's the story! I've finally learned how to add a scene break properly . Hopefully the scene breaks will actually work this time though…

"Evans."

Lily froze in her steps and paused, turning around a slight fraction. In any case, she was not supposed to be where she was now, that is, at a secluded area of Knockturn Alley- one where even the bravest of wizards and witches dared not wander. She was there for a purpose, just not a legal one. Hastily, she drew her cloak up and bent her head in a bid to hide her face- but alas, she was already found out. With a swift motion, the hooded man swiped her hand away and looked her in the eye. Dark eyes met with emerald ones, and before another word was exchanged between them, Riddle forced his lips on hers, an advance so abrupt that Lily, so taken off guard, returned as passionately. Pale lips crushed against shivering ones violently as Riddle snaked his hand up Evans' shirt. His cold hands caused Lily to flinch slightly, but she held on even as Riddle brought his body closer to hers.

"My Lord, …" The dark- haired witch began.

"Patience, my dear Bella. All in due time." Voldemort said lazily, twirling his wand between his fingers as he sat upon the high chair, elevated above all the other of his servants. He was well aware of what news Bella brought, after all, one did not call him the most feared wizard of all time for nothing. Another successful raid which, of course, was to be expected. Pausing, he stood and walked, almost regally, to stand before his glass window which was taller than his frame. Looking out one would see nothing but bleak darkness, and who else was responsible for that than the very person standing before it?

It was known as The Window of Emotions, which showed the general feelings of the people outside. As seen from the Window, negative and dark feelings plagued the wizarding world as everyone lived in fear, fear for their own lives and their families'. Even the Death Eaters were not as happy as everyone would think they would be- even their lives were in the hands of one certain wizard.

Voldemort waved his hand in dismissal even as he saw with his peripheral vision Bellatrix inching forward a little. Sighing, Voldemort turned and dismissed his followers, already tired of the meeting and the constant need to appear high, tall and mighty. Oh, he certainly epitomized those traits, but it was something that got tiring after awhile. Retreating to his private rooms, he sat at his desk and pulled open a drawer, in it lay a small silver box with tiny engravings of snakes- a gift given to him by one of his devoted followers. He held in the urge to snort- mentally, of course. Dark Lords never did something so uncouth- well, this Dark Lord anyway.

Alone in his chambers, he hissed the password at the tiny box which sprung open. Delicately, Voldemort picked out a photograph and smoothed it out gently, taking great care in not damaging the photo. His heart cringed a little each time he saw that photo. Contrary to popular belief, Dark Lords do have emotions, even if only for that one person. But he had made his decision years ago, when he chose separate paths from the one he so loved. She had moved on too, to marry the patriarch of the Potter household, and he… Well, he thought he was more accomplished for sure, having all the gold anyone could possibly wish for, and somuchpower. But he was alone, while she was with family.

Reaching down deeper, he brought a copy of the Daily Prophet to his hand as bold words all but screamed out for his attention. "Auror James and Potions Master Lily Potter have their second child." The article then went on about how such successful parents were bound to have equally outstanding children, and that "much was to be expected". They had named him Darren Potter. Voldemort smirked, as he remembered Lily's obsession with the muggle on the- what's that again? Right, television show- Glee fondly. Countless of hours spent fangirling over the all too handsome (and almost too charming for Voldemort's taste) Darren Criss, who was actually more well known by his alter ego, Blaine Anderson as Warbler's lead. Wait- Warblers? Momentarily confused, it then dawned upon him that Blaine had transferred to McKinley High and hence was not part of the Warblers anymore. Oh well, irrelevant information… For a Dark Lord who claimed to hate all muggles, he prided himself on keeping up to date with news, both muggle and in the wizard news. Then again, that in itself was not a difficult task, considering how he himself WAS news.

"Oh Lily, I hope you're happy now."

Voldemort said as he tucked his photographs away carefully, and hissed the password to lock his box. He was never one for feelings, and much as he hated the way he was feeling, he couldn't help but miss Lily.

A knock at the door broke his train of thoughts and he waved his wand casually. Severus Snape entered with his head bowed and dropped to his knees immediately as he met with the Dark Lord.

"Severus. To what do I owe this late night meeting to?" Voldemort spoke coldly, immensely displeased at being disturbed at such a late hour. Severus flinched even as he realized his grave mistake at choosing such an hour. He berated himself mentally and steeled himself before replying.

"My Lord," Snape began. "I have acquired news about the prophecy."