The Dark Lord's Dark Secret
Prologue
I always have had this image of Voldermort leading two different lives in my head; don't ask me why, I just have.
I've also always thought that Bellatrix Lestrange and Barty Crouch Jr were having an affair.
Barty Crouch Jr is not dead and Bella and Voldermort are not together!
Many of the characters (including Voldermort and Bella) are a lot younger than in the books because my story wouldn't make sense and would be slightly perverted if they weren't.
Anyway; enjoy. My first fanfic so please review but be nice.
Tom Riddle lay in bed thinking about how his latest plot to kill Harry had failed due to the incompetence of the Malfoy family.
It should not have been that hard. All they had to do was keep the boy in the house until he arrived. But no, they couldn't even get that right. It just goes to show that you can not trust anyone.
He sighed and looked down at the woman sleeping peacefully next to him, using his chest as a pillow.
Well maybe there were one or two people he could trust.
He started stroking the woman's straight, jet black hair. It fell in strands onto her face and back. He carefully, so as not to wake her, stroked the hair back from her face so he could gaze at it once again; even tough he knew each detail better than he knew himself.
Her pale, creamy skin almost glowed in the moonlight that was pouring in through the window and her long black lashes fluttered slightly as she dreamed. She had her eyes closed but Tom knew that if she opened them, they would be a deep blue, with a hint of green if you looked hard enough. He had often found himself getting lost in the depths of her eyes. When he felt angry or murderous those eyes were the only thing able to calm him down.
Lying back he thought back to the time when he was happy, almost care free and not trying to take over the wizarding world. Things had been so much simpler then.
OK that was the prologue, tell me what you think. I promise that the next chapter will be longer.