I thought of this while I was discussing Harry Potter characters with Loki-Always-Odinson. It might be just me, but I think Voldemort is kinda occ in this. I know it's really short but I hope you like it! so just a drabble. :)
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"You're the weak one. And you'll never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you."
I felt myself snap futher. Fall further into the depths of despair that is my existence. The boy dares? He knows nothing! NOTHING! About what I went through; had to go through to achieve my life's work. I feel myself collapse further into insanity.
He looks wide-eyed at me. The boy must finally see the terrible picture I paint. I lean down once more and grip his throat, intent on giving this boy what he seems to beg for each year. The monster this child dreams of. Truly become Lord Voldemort. The monster the-boy-who-lives fears too death.
I begin casually.
Watching as the light fades slowly from his eyes. Face morphing to an fascinating shade of violet as death emerges from above his shadows eager for the kill.
"You presume to know my life, my mind, Harry Potter. No one knows Lord Voldemort. Not Dumbledore. Not my deatheaters.
"Nor. An . Imbecilic Child." I tighten my grip with each word, subsequently lifting him into the air. Reveling in futile kicks and noises he protrudes desparately. Death emerges ever swifter. Ready too claim the pure soul which evaded him for fifteen long years.
"You shouldn't have come tonight Tom."
The boy's body sags with relief. How foolish. How Naive. How..trusting.
"Look Dumbledore! Look at your savior! He's waiting for your rescue!"
"Release the boy. He is innocent." My nostrils flare. Scorching fury consumes me. I gesture towards the twitching boy. Shaking his body like those muggle rag-dolls.
"A mere baby, He vanquised me. You want your pawn to destroy me again. Destroy the dark. Or maybe...you want him to perish in his crusade? He is weak, Albus."
"The aurors are arriving. RELEASE HIM NOW TOM!"
"And when they arrive your Savior will be dead. The world mine."
He stepped closer. Panic shown on the aged face I've come to despise. The face that made mine.
"Tom, things are not as-"
"Do you see dear Harry? You have no savior. No rescuer. You have no one. We are similar in this aspect. But our difference is you will die with no one. While Lord Voldemort needs no one."
SNAP!
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And just like that. The wizarding world's savior was murdered in the Ministry's Atrium. Neck brutally snapped by the Dark Lord himself. These are dark times my fellow witches and wizards. Dark times indeed. Who will be our savior?
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