Summary: Alternate Universe Fiction. Harry's parents were not killed that
Halloween night by Voldemort. They were killed the next day by Severus
Snape. Voldemort sees Harry takes him in as his son and heir. Harry grows
up into a World where his name is as scary as his Voldemort's. His best
friend is Draco Malfoy and he has everything he wants, but the one
thing he can not have is Ginny Weasley's love. He orders her
to marry him, but then Draco gets upset.
Everything is Nothing
KTBallerina
Chapter 1
November 1
"Severus, give up we know you dealt with the Dark Lord," James Potter cried.
"I swear I did not. Ask Dumbledore!" Snape yelled viciously.
"I am so sorry Severus, I saw you kill them, Arthur and Molly were supposed to be your friends, Severus," Lily spat.
"Lily, believe me, I did not kill Arthur and Molly. I-"
"I saw you," she cried, "I saw the green light."
"I will get you for this Snape. If it is the last thing I will do," James yelled. "I will kill you here and now if need be."
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Two bodies fell down; Lily and James Potter were dead.
"Excellent work Severus," Voldemort whispered.
"I did not want to. I do not want to be your servant any longer. I-"
"Severus there is no need for flowery speeches, only two words. ADAVA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort hissed. Snape also fell, and he was also dead.
Voldemort looked around the Potter's house. Suddenly he heard the sound of a baby crying softly. Slowly he made his way upstairs to what looked like a nursery. In a crib lay a small boy. At first Voldemort removed his wand to perform the killing curse, but then he stopped. A half blood like himself, same hair color, he could pass for his son. His son and his heir. The boy could be of some use to him. With that he swept up the boy in his arms and returned to the Malfoy Manor.
He showed Lucius the boy and Lucius agreed that he would make a fine heir. Voldemort told him of the Potters' death and of Severus.' It had been Lucius that discovered that Severus had been a double agent. It had been him who murdered the Weasleys. All seven of the Weasley children had been taken in by various pureblooded families to input some proper wizarding pride into them. The oldest three had been sent to live with the LeStranges, the twins and another boy were given into the care of Barty Crouch, and the baby girl had been sent to stay with Narcissa, who had always wanted a daughter.
"Our list of enemies grows ever smaller, my Lord," Lucius said smiling. "Soon there will be none that dare stand against you. I suppose we must begin our next project"
"Ah, yes. The Longbottoms or Sirius Black?" Voldemort said laughing maliciously.
"The next offensive I have planned will crack the Order of the Phoenix at its base. The death of Albus Dumbledore," Lucius hissed very much like Voldemort. Lucius swore he saw a flicker of terror in the eyes of Voldemort.
"And how do you suppose we do that?" spat Voldemort. "None would suspect double dealing on his part and no one would want to fight him."
"If you ask it of me master, I will do this," Lucius replied solemnly.
"How will you do it?" Voldemort insisted.
"That is my business, my Lord" he snapped.
"Go and complete your task, Lucius," Voldemort responded at last. "If you know what you are doing I wish you good luck."
"I have found a way to kill even the strongest man," Lucius declared.
"How, tell me. I command you to do so," Voldemort demanded pounding his fist on a nearby table.
"Basilisk Blood Poison, Snape invented it. He intended to give it to you," Lucius said smirking.
"Then it is I who owe a Wizarding debt to you for saving my life, twice," Voldemort acknowledged. "What do you ask of me?"
"Allow my son to rule as your son's right hand. As you have allowed me," Lucius said hopefully.
"That was to be done without you using your Wizard debt," Voldemort answered smirking. "This however this makes it concrete."
"Thank you, my Lord," Lucius replied.
"Go now, and complete your task," Voldemort hissed.
"Of course, my Lord," Lucius said.
The next morning Dumbledore was dead, the Dark Lord announced the appearance of his son, and the population of the wizarding world was scared. Voldemort did not blame them; he would be scared too if their future depended on whether or not he liked them.
As the years passed Voldemort dotted on and almost loved Harry. Harry James Riddle was going to be eighteen tomorrow. Harry had grown over the years and he now stood a good 5' 10" with masses of black hair and sparkling green eyes. He had everything a boy could want. He had millions of people at his beck and call, a best mate who was a lot of fun, and he even had more girlfriends than he could remember. They meant nothing, however. Draco and he had often talked about finding wives, but Harry had loved the same person since he was seven. Draco's cousin who was named Ginny Weasley. She lived at the Malfoy Manor and had grown up with Draco and him.
She was a year younger than him with fiery red hair. She was not really Draco's cousin and she knew it. She had discovered long ago her parents had been murdered and her six brothers and she had been sent to live with other families. She planned to find them and run away. Harry knew all of this because he had read her diary. Harry knew he could command her to be his girlfriend, but he would not have her love or her trust. Without trust there is no love.
There had to be some way to get Ginny to love him, but how. He immediately went to go speak with his father, but on the way he saw Ginny sitting out in the garden.
Her red hair cascading down her back contrasting her porcelain white skin and she was smiling, Harry thought she looked like a picture. He walked out into the garden and gave a small cough to announce his presence.
"Oh, Afternoon, my Lord," Ginny said looking scared.
"Have a seat, Virginia," Harry said motioning her to sit. She sat her eyes down turned her smile gone. "Look at me," Harry commanded his green eyes stormy with quiet fury. Slowly Ginny's head lifted and she was looking at him, waiting for him to speak. She knew what he was going to say, she dreaded what he was about to say. "Virginia, I have to ask you something."
"What if you do not like the answer to your question?" she asked her voice trembling.
"I am asking you to marry me," he said coldly pretending he did not hear her.
"No, I can not," Ginny said.
"I am demanding you marry me," Harry said a bit louder.
"No-"
"Your brothers' lives are at risk, you have no choice," Harry lied.
"You found them?" she asked her eyes full of hope.
"Yeah, I hope I do not have to kill them. Six good wizards will die because of you," Harry sneered.
"I do not love you, Harry," she said quietly.
"You can have everything. Be my queen, everything," Harry replied.
"I do not love you, Harry," she said quietly again.
"I hope you are good at pretending you do," Harry said his voice rising.
"What if I say I refuse to pretend? What will you do to me?" she asked angrily.
"Nothing. Your brothers will pay for your trespasses with their lives," Harry said smirking. Ginny began to cry. "Crying about having to marry me may count as a trespass. I would dry your eyes and smile while we tell my father. He is a gifted mind reader; he will be able to tell if you are lying."
"I hate you, Harry Riddle. I will hate you til the day I die," Ginny snarled.
"I love you too," Harry replied sarcastically. He put his arm around her waist, she shivered. "Put your arm around my waist." She complied, but still looked like she was going to break into tears at any moment. "Smile, Virginia. It is your engagement day." This time she really did break down into tears.
"I will never love you Harry. If you think I will ever forgive you for this you are wrong. I swear if it's the last thing I do. I will get you for this. I do not love you. You are not the only one who can sneak around and read other people's diaries," Ginny said angrily through her tears.
"You read my journal?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Yes, and Draco's too. Very interesting thoughts Harry, but I do not think I could love you," Ginny teased.
"What did Draco's say about you?" Harry asked suspiciously. He grabbed her by the shoulders.
"It does not matter," Ginny declared. "I already have my life mapped out for me by you. Marry Harry, then have kids, then be miserable for eternity."
"Ginny, I really love you," Harry said softly.
"Then let me go, Harry," she begged. He released her shoulders.
"Ginny, like I said I really love you. I will make you happy," he said pleadingly.
"I would be happy if I did not have to marry you," she stated.
"Say you love me," he commanded.
"You love me," Ginny replied cheekily. The she felt a smack across her face.
"Say it," Harry yelled.
"I love you. Anyone can say it. I do not have to mean it," Ginny said defiantly staring up at Harry.
"Will you marry me?" he asked. "Remember your brothers' lives hang in the balance not your own."
"I thought we already discussed this. I will marry you, but it does not mean I love you," she replied simply.
"I love you, Ginny," Harry said.
"I hate you, more than anything else in the World," she said.
"This is my World," Harry said haughtily. "I live here and I will someday rule it."
"So the World was not enough, you had to have me too?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, and like I said before, I love you," he said trying hard to sound extra sincere.
"Like I said before, if you love me you will not do this to me," Ginny said sounding desperate.
"Yes, I would."
"Then, I hate you," Ginny said for what felt like the zillionth time.
"I would not want my brothers to have an uncomfortable stay here. I would change your attitude if I were you," he said warily. Ginny looked hurt. Harry could not believe he was hurting her so bad. What was he thinking behaving like this? He did not want to hurt her, he loved her.
"Ginny, can I do something for you?" Harry asked.
"Can I speak to my brothers? I have never met them," Ginny said boldly.
"Yes, with me in the room," Harry said seeing her about to protest he added, "or you can choose to not see them at all."
"I accept the terms," she said stiffly.
"You may go to your room. It is almost time for dinner. We can tell my father then," Harry said.
"As you wish," she said. She began to turn around when Harry cleared his throat. "What?"
"Kiss goodbye," he muttered expecting her to know.
"No," she said flatly.
"Yes," Harry said. He began to get his wand out of his pocket.
"NO," she said louder.
"IMPERIO!" Harry yelled. Ginny leaned in and kissed him and even let him snog her for ten minutes until it appeared the curse was wearing off.
"See you at dinner," Harry said happily.
"See you in hell," she muttered.
Harry walked away feeling extremely confident after his meeting with Ginny. Sure he had had to curse her, but she had snogged him. It felt so good to hold her. On his way to the Dining Hall he saw Draco Malfoy. Draco and he had been best mates since he could remember. Draco's father was Harry's godfather and Harry knew when he became the Dark Lord Draco would act as his advisor.
"Oi, Draco," Harry yelled. Draco stopped turned around and waited for Harry to catch up to him.
"Hello Harry," Draco said amiably.
"What? No, Good Afternoon, my Lord?" Harry asked pretending Draco had offended him.
"I am sorry, master. Let me beg forgiveness? Will I ever be forgiven?" Draco asked jesting remorse.
"I will let it pass this time Malfoy, but next time," Harry said as the two boys made their way through the manor laughing. Harry had no other friends so he and Draco were more like brothers than friends. Ginny had been raised by Narcissa, Draco's mother. This made Harry feel as though they were one family.
Harry and Draco took their seats next to one another. Voldemort and Lucius sat at the heads of the table, and Narcissa sat across from Draco and Ginny across from him. After the final course had been cleared away by the house elves, Harry clicked his spoon on his glass.
"I have an announcement to make. Virginia and I have decided that we will be married in one year," Harry said. "This will give everyone ample time to get used to the idea." He looked at Ginny smiling. He hoped his delaying the wedding for a year helped make up for the fact he had cast an unforgivable curse on her earlier.
Too bad it looked like it was not working. She sat there cold, calm, and regal.
Everyone congratulated them and then after a bottle of champagne they all retired to their rooms for the night. Everyone, except for Draco. He did not congratulate them, drink champagne, or retire to his room. He went outside into the hedge maze in the center of their garden.
She was already waiting for him, she was crying. He understood what was happening. Ginny, his Ginny did not love Harry Riddle anymore than Draco wanted to be his friend, but neither had any choice as to what happened.
"Why, Ginny?" Draco asked feeling as though he was going to cry.
"He has my brothers, he has them all," Ginny moaned.
"So what?" he demanded.
"He is going to kill them, and then marry me, if I do not do what he wishes," Ginny said between sobs.
"I had one special thing in my life and that was you," Draco whispered.
"I had one person who loved me and was still with me," she answered.
"I do not want to-"
"I know, Ginny. I know," he finished for her.
"I must be getting back," Ginny said slowly.
"Get back to lover boy," Draco said jokingly. Ginny did not think it was very funny; in fact she began to cry once more. Draco stopped it all with a kiss.
"Goodbye," Ginny said.
"See you in my dreams," he whispered. He left.
Ginny walked back to her rooms to find they were not empty.
"Evening Ginny," Harry said.
"Please leave so I can go to sleep," Ginny begged.
"No, where did you go," he asked.
"I went to get some medicine from the kitchens, my stomach was upset," she lied quickly.
"Liar," he hissed.
"Please go Harry. I forgive you for this afternoon," she said hoping that her forgiving him would lead to him not asking anymore questions.
"Goodbye, Ginny," Harry said.
"Goodnight," she said. He still stood there. Her heart sunk, he wanted a kiss goodnight.
Harry walked over to her and kissed her. He attempted to have another snog session like the one he had had earlier, but knew it would not fly. He left mumbling goodnight again.
Ginny lay down on her bed and began to cry. Her life was over. Draco and she could not be together. What did she have to live for?
A/N: Roses are red Violets are blue Reviews are great And people who write them are too
to marry him, but then Draco gets upset.
Everything is Nothing
KTBallerina
Chapter 1
November 1
"Severus, give up we know you dealt with the Dark Lord," James Potter cried.
"I swear I did not. Ask Dumbledore!" Snape yelled viciously.
"I am so sorry Severus, I saw you kill them, Arthur and Molly were supposed to be your friends, Severus," Lily spat.
"Lily, believe me, I did not kill Arthur and Molly. I-"
"I saw you," she cried, "I saw the green light."
"I will get you for this Snape. If it is the last thing I will do," James yelled. "I will kill you here and now if need be."
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Two bodies fell down; Lily and James Potter were dead.
"Excellent work Severus," Voldemort whispered.
"I did not want to. I do not want to be your servant any longer. I-"
"Severus there is no need for flowery speeches, only two words. ADAVA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort hissed. Snape also fell, and he was also dead.
Voldemort looked around the Potter's house. Suddenly he heard the sound of a baby crying softly. Slowly he made his way upstairs to what looked like a nursery. In a crib lay a small boy. At first Voldemort removed his wand to perform the killing curse, but then he stopped. A half blood like himself, same hair color, he could pass for his son. His son and his heir. The boy could be of some use to him. With that he swept up the boy in his arms and returned to the Malfoy Manor.
He showed Lucius the boy and Lucius agreed that he would make a fine heir. Voldemort told him of the Potters' death and of Severus.' It had been Lucius that discovered that Severus had been a double agent. It had been him who murdered the Weasleys. All seven of the Weasley children had been taken in by various pureblooded families to input some proper wizarding pride into them. The oldest three had been sent to live with the LeStranges, the twins and another boy were given into the care of Barty Crouch, and the baby girl had been sent to stay with Narcissa, who had always wanted a daughter.
"Our list of enemies grows ever smaller, my Lord," Lucius said smiling. "Soon there will be none that dare stand against you. I suppose we must begin our next project"
"Ah, yes. The Longbottoms or Sirius Black?" Voldemort said laughing maliciously.
"The next offensive I have planned will crack the Order of the Phoenix at its base. The death of Albus Dumbledore," Lucius hissed very much like Voldemort. Lucius swore he saw a flicker of terror in the eyes of Voldemort.
"And how do you suppose we do that?" spat Voldemort. "None would suspect double dealing on his part and no one would want to fight him."
"If you ask it of me master, I will do this," Lucius replied solemnly.
"How will you do it?" Voldemort insisted.
"That is my business, my Lord" he snapped.
"Go and complete your task, Lucius," Voldemort responded at last. "If you know what you are doing I wish you good luck."
"I have found a way to kill even the strongest man," Lucius declared.
"How, tell me. I command you to do so," Voldemort demanded pounding his fist on a nearby table.
"Basilisk Blood Poison, Snape invented it. He intended to give it to you," Lucius said smirking.
"Then it is I who owe a Wizarding debt to you for saving my life, twice," Voldemort acknowledged. "What do you ask of me?"
"Allow my son to rule as your son's right hand. As you have allowed me," Lucius said hopefully.
"That was to be done without you using your Wizard debt," Voldemort answered smirking. "This however this makes it concrete."
"Thank you, my Lord," Lucius replied.
"Go now, and complete your task," Voldemort hissed.
"Of course, my Lord," Lucius said.
The next morning Dumbledore was dead, the Dark Lord announced the appearance of his son, and the population of the wizarding world was scared. Voldemort did not blame them; he would be scared too if their future depended on whether or not he liked them.
As the years passed Voldemort dotted on and almost loved Harry. Harry James Riddle was going to be eighteen tomorrow. Harry had grown over the years and he now stood a good 5' 10" with masses of black hair and sparkling green eyes. He had everything a boy could want. He had millions of people at his beck and call, a best mate who was a lot of fun, and he even had more girlfriends than he could remember. They meant nothing, however. Draco and he had often talked about finding wives, but Harry had loved the same person since he was seven. Draco's cousin who was named Ginny Weasley. She lived at the Malfoy Manor and had grown up with Draco and him.
She was a year younger than him with fiery red hair. She was not really Draco's cousin and she knew it. She had discovered long ago her parents had been murdered and her six brothers and she had been sent to live with other families. She planned to find them and run away. Harry knew all of this because he had read her diary. Harry knew he could command her to be his girlfriend, but he would not have her love or her trust. Without trust there is no love.
There had to be some way to get Ginny to love him, but how. He immediately went to go speak with his father, but on the way he saw Ginny sitting out in the garden.
Her red hair cascading down her back contrasting her porcelain white skin and she was smiling, Harry thought she looked like a picture. He walked out into the garden and gave a small cough to announce his presence.
"Oh, Afternoon, my Lord," Ginny said looking scared.
"Have a seat, Virginia," Harry said motioning her to sit. She sat her eyes down turned her smile gone. "Look at me," Harry commanded his green eyes stormy with quiet fury. Slowly Ginny's head lifted and she was looking at him, waiting for him to speak. She knew what he was going to say, she dreaded what he was about to say. "Virginia, I have to ask you something."
"What if you do not like the answer to your question?" she asked her voice trembling.
"I am asking you to marry me," he said coldly pretending he did not hear her.
"No, I can not," Ginny said.
"I am demanding you marry me," Harry said a bit louder.
"No-"
"Your brothers' lives are at risk, you have no choice," Harry lied.
"You found them?" she asked her eyes full of hope.
"Yeah, I hope I do not have to kill them. Six good wizards will die because of you," Harry sneered.
"I do not love you, Harry," she said quietly.
"You can have everything. Be my queen, everything," Harry replied.
"I do not love you, Harry," she said quietly again.
"I hope you are good at pretending you do," Harry said his voice rising.
"What if I say I refuse to pretend? What will you do to me?" she asked angrily.
"Nothing. Your brothers will pay for your trespasses with their lives," Harry said smirking. Ginny began to cry. "Crying about having to marry me may count as a trespass. I would dry your eyes and smile while we tell my father. He is a gifted mind reader; he will be able to tell if you are lying."
"I hate you, Harry Riddle. I will hate you til the day I die," Ginny snarled.
"I love you too," Harry replied sarcastically. He put his arm around her waist, she shivered. "Put your arm around my waist." She complied, but still looked like she was going to break into tears at any moment. "Smile, Virginia. It is your engagement day." This time she really did break down into tears.
"I will never love you Harry. If you think I will ever forgive you for this you are wrong. I swear if it's the last thing I do. I will get you for this. I do not love you. You are not the only one who can sneak around and read other people's diaries," Ginny said angrily through her tears.
"You read my journal?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Yes, and Draco's too. Very interesting thoughts Harry, but I do not think I could love you," Ginny teased.
"What did Draco's say about you?" Harry asked suspiciously. He grabbed her by the shoulders.
"It does not matter," Ginny declared. "I already have my life mapped out for me by you. Marry Harry, then have kids, then be miserable for eternity."
"Ginny, I really love you," Harry said softly.
"Then let me go, Harry," she begged. He released her shoulders.
"Ginny, like I said I really love you. I will make you happy," he said pleadingly.
"I would be happy if I did not have to marry you," she stated.
"Say you love me," he commanded.
"You love me," Ginny replied cheekily. The she felt a smack across her face.
"Say it," Harry yelled.
"I love you. Anyone can say it. I do not have to mean it," Ginny said defiantly staring up at Harry.
"Will you marry me?" he asked. "Remember your brothers' lives hang in the balance not your own."
"I thought we already discussed this. I will marry you, but it does not mean I love you," she replied simply.
"I love you, Ginny," Harry said.
"I hate you, more than anything else in the World," she said.
"This is my World," Harry said haughtily. "I live here and I will someday rule it."
"So the World was not enough, you had to have me too?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, and like I said before, I love you," he said trying hard to sound extra sincere.
"Like I said before, if you love me you will not do this to me," Ginny said sounding desperate.
"Yes, I would."
"Then, I hate you," Ginny said for what felt like the zillionth time.
"I would not want my brothers to have an uncomfortable stay here. I would change your attitude if I were you," he said warily. Ginny looked hurt. Harry could not believe he was hurting her so bad. What was he thinking behaving like this? He did not want to hurt her, he loved her.
"Ginny, can I do something for you?" Harry asked.
"Can I speak to my brothers? I have never met them," Ginny said boldly.
"Yes, with me in the room," Harry said seeing her about to protest he added, "or you can choose to not see them at all."
"I accept the terms," she said stiffly.
"You may go to your room. It is almost time for dinner. We can tell my father then," Harry said.
"As you wish," she said. She began to turn around when Harry cleared his throat. "What?"
"Kiss goodbye," he muttered expecting her to know.
"No," she said flatly.
"Yes," Harry said. He began to get his wand out of his pocket.
"NO," she said louder.
"IMPERIO!" Harry yelled. Ginny leaned in and kissed him and even let him snog her for ten minutes until it appeared the curse was wearing off.
"See you at dinner," Harry said happily.
"See you in hell," she muttered.
Harry walked away feeling extremely confident after his meeting with Ginny. Sure he had had to curse her, but she had snogged him. It felt so good to hold her. On his way to the Dining Hall he saw Draco Malfoy. Draco and he had been best mates since he could remember. Draco's father was Harry's godfather and Harry knew when he became the Dark Lord Draco would act as his advisor.
"Oi, Draco," Harry yelled. Draco stopped turned around and waited for Harry to catch up to him.
"Hello Harry," Draco said amiably.
"What? No, Good Afternoon, my Lord?" Harry asked pretending Draco had offended him.
"I am sorry, master. Let me beg forgiveness? Will I ever be forgiven?" Draco asked jesting remorse.
"I will let it pass this time Malfoy, but next time," Harry said as the two boys made their way through the manor laughing. Harry had no other friends so he and Draco were more like brothers than friends. Ginny had been raised by Narcissa, Draco's mother. This made Harry feel as though they were one family.
Harry and Draco took their seats next to one another. Voldemort and Lucius sat at the heads of the table, and Narcissa sat across from Draco and Ginny across from him. After the final course had been cleared away by the house elves, Harry clicked his spoon on his glass.
"I have an announcement to make. Virginia and I have decided that we will be married in one year," Harry said. "This will give everyone ample time to get used to the idea." He looked at Ginny smiling. He hoped his delaying the wedding for a year helped make up for the fact he had cast an unforgivable curse on her earlier.
Too bad it looked like it was not working. She sat there cold, calm, and regal.
Everyone congratulated them and then after a bottle of champagne they all retired to their rooms for the night. Everyone, except for Draco. He did not congratulate them, drink champagne, or retire to his room. He went outside into the hedge maze in the center of their garden.
She was already waiting for him, she was crying. He understood what was happening. Ginny, his Ginny did not love Harry Riddle anymore than Draco wanted to be his friend, but neither had any choice as to what happened.
"Why, Ginny?" Draco asked feeling as though he was going to cry.
"He has my brothers, he has them all," Ginny moaned.
"So what?" he demanded.
"He is going to kill them, and then marry me, if I do not do what he wishes," Ginny said between sobs.
"I had one special thing in my life and that was you," Draco whispered.
"I had one person who loved me and was still with me," she answered.
"I do not want to-"
"I know, Ginny. I know," he finished for her.
"I must be getting back," Ginny said slowly.
"Get back to lover boy," Draco said jokingly. Ginny did not think it was very funny; in fact she began to cry once more. Draco stopped it all with a kiss.
"Goodbye," Ginny said.
"See you in my dreams," he whispered. He left.
Ginny walked back to her rooms to find they were not empty.
"Evening Ginny," Harry said.
"Please leave so I can go to sleep," Ginny begged.
"No, where did you go," he asked.
"I went to get some medicine from the kitchens, my stomach was upset," she lied quickly.
"Liar," he hissed.
"Please go Harry. I forgive you for this afternoon," she said hoping that her forgiving him would lead to him not asking anymore questions.
"Goodbye, Ginny," Harry said.
"Goodnight," she said. He still stood there. Her heart sunk, he wanted a kiss goodnight.
Harry walked over to her and kissed her. He attempted to have another snog session like the one he had had earlier, but knew it would not fly. He left mumbling goodnight again.
Ginny lay down on her bed and began to cry. Her life was over. Draco and she could not be together. What did she have to live for?
A/N: Roses are red Violets are blue Reviews are great And people who write them are too