Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Harry Potter is copyright to J.K. Rowling

A/N: I have nothing to say really. This story is just a experiment that I fiddled with when I was bored. It is my first HP/LV story, and I like a canon Voldemort, but if I get all OOC on him then please inform me immediately. An OOC Voldemort is like a gay Brad Pitt... And I am sure we all know that would be freaky... (shudders) Anyways, hope you enjoy the prologue/or preface, please review, it helps.

Sanguine can mean to things, either confident or bloodthirsty... In this story, the title applies to both. We'll have confidence, and blood.

Sanguine

Preface

His heart thrummed rapidly as he looked with anticipation, he had been waiting for this moment for his entire life. All his life he wanted to be loved, to belong. Although, he doubted that he would receive any mutual feeling from him, he did, however, know that he would belong to him. That he was going to be cared for, and treated as something of value. Which, there was no doubt that he was of value.

"Pettigrew… Hurry up!" he hissed at the rodent like man who scuttled along the dirty path.

Pettigrew shivered as he walked bare foot, avoiding little stones and bugs while he made his way to the cloaked figure.

"I still don't trust him master…" the rat man whispered softly to the bundle he was holding. The bundle shifted and hissed out something incoherent, causing the cloaked figure to chuckle modestly.

Pettigrew scowled at the dark figure before tripping on a large rock. "Pettigrew, you buffoon, be careful with him!" the cloaked person hissed, and glided over to Pettigrew. He bent down and picked the bundle from the fat, warty hands of Peter Pettigrew.

"My lord," he whispered every so softly, "did he harm you? Are you hurt?" He carefully caressed what was in the bundle. Peter looked shamefully up at the figure, and picked himself back up.

"Sorry, sir… I-"red eyes glared menacingly from the hood. "You think a little apology is going to help you! You could have-"

"Silence" a voice croaked from the bundle. Both persons stood still as the bundle shifted again. "Now is not the time to argue, get me in the cauldron…. Now"

The figure gave a defiant glare before twirling around, and heading for a black cauldron. A fire lit from under it as the water inside began to boil violently.

"My lord…. Are you sure about this? I wish not-""Shh… I know what I am doing, meus creperum." The figure sighed inwardly, but did as he was told. He dropped the bundle into the boiling cauldron.

"I can't believe you're doing this…. To your friends, to the light." A voice from behind the cloaked figure whispered with fright. A chuckle filled the air before the figure turned to the boy who was held captive by a statue.

"Unfortunately, I feel no remorse… Or should I be fortunate that I don't. It's a pity that such a handsome man like you has to die, but know your death will not be in vain." The boy struggled in his hold as the dark figure chuckled, in the back Pettigrew snickered while licking his lips.

"I hate you, I hate you Harry Potter!" the boy shouted as rage took over. Said dark figure, dropped his hood and glared at the boy with stunning crimson eyes.

"As I hate you, Cedric Diggory, as I loath you." Cedric gasped when Harry brought out a knife. Harry smiled thoughtfully, this would finally be it, and all hard work had been paid off. From here on out he would be a part of something, and not a tool that would be discarded.

"This will only hurt a little." A wicked grin graced Harry's pale features as Cedric's scream could be heard through out the entire graveyard.

Finally the Dark Lord shall rise once more, and this time, never fall.

A/N: Gay you say? I know, because I think it is amateurish, but maybe someone out there will like it and be so kind as to review. And I don't mind if it is to flame, critic, or just one worded... Anything helps. XD