Well I'm back with another story that contains one of the weirdest and best pairings ever. D Harry and Voldemort! Anyways, like most of my stories, I probably won't update this often and I may not update it at all if I don't get any positive feedback on it. So anyways, here's a sample for you to take a peek at.
Disclaimer: Do Not Own
He smiled coldly, aware of the pain his words were causing the young man in front of him. His purpose seemed logical at the time, he believed that he had been wronged, despicably so, and that the only solution was to verbally lash out. His words came out clipped and precise, leaving behind them a trail of ice that plunged right into the boy's heart, the cruelty seeping into his very soul.
"I never loved you," The first of many spoken blows.
"I want nothing to do with it," The follow up lash, dropped carelessly from smirking lips.
"You should just go die." The final strike hit its target dead on, tying up any loose ends and removing any doubts.
The boy, who had stood silently with his head down, teeth biting the corner of his lip spoke up. "...So these are your true sentiments?" he queried, boldly asking though he knew the suffering that would come with the answer.
"Yes." the man replied slyly, letting the word fall without remorse.
"I...I see." came the choked response. Tears fell from the emerald eyes, pinched closed as if to deny them passage, without success. His shaggy mop of brown hair covered said eyes, shielding them from the unrelenting gaze that pierced his heart and soul. He sucked in a deep breath, bracing himself before quietly whispering in a detached voice, "Then I'm sorry to have bothered you with such a trivial matter...I will...take care of it myself." he bowed his head a bit, glancing up briefly "It is as you wish it, my Lord.", before taking his leave of the room.
The pale man let out a breath of his own as soon as the youth left, lowering himself in the over sized and rather tastefully decorated chair behind him. He allowed a wry smile to grace his thin lips, only slightly pinker than his deathly white skin, a smile of triumph. He had made sure to make his point clear, no one, even the great boy-who-lived was going to make a fool of him. Oh no, the Dark Lord had no intention of allowing that to happen, not in this lifetime. He thought back to the beginning...
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