A/N: HI! This is my first published fanfic (second written) so i hope you enjoy. Also, Thanks to my awesome beta darkrunner for seeing the things i couldn't. so without further ado, here's Lost love.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, it would have ended way differently
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Expelliarmus!"
Voldemort knew the moment the spells were cast that he would lose. His spell wasn't strong enough. Harry was right, he thought. He really wasn't the Elder wand's master. Harry and Dumbledore were right about a lot of things - except one. Dumbledore had said he never loved. That was a lie.
He had loved once. He had been in love with a young Ravenclaw girl when he was in school. She was two years behind him, a prefect, and top of her class. They had been quite happy together. But then it had all changed.
He remembered it like it was yesterday. He just finished the diary, and he had another attack planned. He would petrify Olive Hornby for teasing his beloved Myrtle. But everything went wrong. The basilisk killed Myrtle, who was in the bathroom at the time. She never talked to him after the incident.
He sealed the chamber after that, and tried to destroy the diary. He failed miserably. It was only after that he found out about her blood status. Now, Voldemort saw her there, floating above the crowd.
His own rebounded spell hit him dead on. As he felt the life leave him, he whispered his last words.
"I love you, Myrtle."
And somehow, he knew she heard him.
A/N So what did you think? Please review.
Random disclaimer: i do not own maytag washers