MARKED WITH MY LOVE
Author ~ Carpe Jugulum
Rating ~ PG-13 (possibly will go up)
Disclaimer ~ See author's page
Pairings ~ MM/TR
Summary ~ The one who is marked. That's who will cause the fall of the Dark. But whoever said that mark was tangible?
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I never regretted one moment of my life. Until that moment. Not the torture, not the blackmail, not the murder, not one bit. Not until I had to kill the only one who mattered to me.
She stood on the crest, tattered robes slowly shredding away into the wind. I saw her hatred spark in her hazel eyes, watched her memory of who I was drown in the flood of her despise of what I had become. Her steely determination to protect her students fuelled her righteous anger. She spotted me watching her, and her eyes narrowed, lips forming the words that would spell my doom. I waited for the flash of green and the white light that would signify the end of my existence on Earth.
I never told her, but she was the reason I became who I am. She, a Muggleborn Gryffindor, refusing me, a half-blood Heir of Slytherin, only because she couldn't acknowledge her love for years. I was shocked, and then angry. How dare she shoot down my hopes, spurn my admiration for her? It was her Mudblood ways, that was it. I convinced myself that the pure blood running in my veins, the blood that made me the most powerful wizard alive, was better than her scum-filled blood.
So I left Hogwarts, became determined to rid the world of her kind. I became evil. Pure, unadulterated evil. Convinced that if she saw me to be this powerful, she would come to my side, become my queen. Instead, I killed her prized students and attempted to do the same with the son of her two most prized. I foretold my own downfall at the hands of a one-year-old.
I waited until the time was right to try and win her back. That idiot Quirrell nearly got caught in her rooms delivering a message from me to her. I never found out if she got my letter, although I suspect Dumbledore got to it first.
Dumbledore. The man who ruined my hopes once and for all. The one she fell in love with. No matter if they were 50 years apart, she still loved him the way I loved her, the way I wanted her to love me. He stole her, and for that he became my enemy. I killed him in the Final Battle, casting the Killing Curse with unerring accuracy.
And so there we were, in the midst of a war, staring into each other's eyes, waiting for the other to make the first move. And then her Gryffindor impatience won out. Her beautiful lips formed the words to my freedom.
Avada kedavra.
And so it ended. The fall of Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort, was not brought about by the one marked with my scar, the one named Harry Potter. It was the one born as the seventh month dies, the one marked with my love.
The one named Minerva McGonagall.
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For my first stab at MM/TR, I really don't mind this one. Now, the standard beg for reviews... Gaah, you know the drill. Review, please!!
Remember, when all else fails, Carpe Jugulum!
(Seize the throat!)
Author ~ Carpe Jugulum
Rating ~ PG-13 (possibly will go up)
Disclaimer ~ See author's page
Pairings ~ MM/TR
Summary ~ The one who is marked. That's who will cause the fall of the Dark. But whoever said that mark was tangible?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I never regretted one moment of my life. Until that moment. Not the torture, not the blackmail, not the murder, not one bit. Not until I had to kill the only one who mattered to me.
She stood on the crest, tattered robes slowly shredding away into the wind. I saw her hatred spark in her hazel eyes, watched her memory of who I was drown in the flood of her despise of what I had become. Her steely determination to protect her students fuelled her righteous anger. She spotted me watching her, and her eyes narrowed, lips forming the words that would spell my doom. I waited for the flash of green and the white light that would signify the end of my existence on Earth.
I never told her, but she was the reason I became who I am. She, a Muggleborn Gryffindor, refusing me, a half-blood Heir of Slytherin, only because she couldn't acknowledge her love for years. I was shocked, and then angry. How dare she shoot down my hopes, spurn my admiration for her? It was her Mudblood ways, that was it. I convinced myself that the pure blood running in my veins, the blood that made me the most powerful wizard alive, was better than her scum-filled blood.
So I left Hogwarts, became determined to rid the world of her kind. I became evil. Pure, unadulterated evil. Convinced that if she saw me to be this powerful, she would come to my side, become my queen. Instead, I killed her prized students and attempted to do the same with the son of her two most prized. I foretold my own downfall at the hands of a one-year-old.
I waited until the time was right to try and win her back. That idiot Quirrell nearly got caught in her rooms delivering a message from me to her. I never found out if she got my letter, although I suspect Dumbledore got to it first.
Dumbledore. The man who ruined my hopes once and for all. The one she fell in love with. No matter if they were 50 years apart, she still loved him the way I loved her, the way I wanted her to love me. He stole her, and for that he became my enemy. I killed him in the Final Battle, casting the Killing Curse with unerring accuracy.
And so there we were, in the midst of a war, staring into each other's eyes, waiting for the other to make the first move. And then her Gryffindor impatience won out. Her beautiful lips formed the words to my freedom.
Avada kedavra.
And so it ended. The fall of Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort, was not brought about by the one marked with my scar, the one named Harry Potter. It was the one born as the seventh month dies, the one marked with my love.
The one named Minerva McGonagall.
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For my first stab at MM/TR, I really don't mind this one. Now, the standard beg for reviews... Gaah, you know the drill. Review, please!!
Remember, when all else fails, Carpe Jugulum!
(Seize the throat!)