DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
She is so beautiful; so very beautiful. Her soft brown curls that delicately frame her face give the impression of pure innocence. Her eyes of chocolate could almost melt my heart. Almost.
She has always been on my side, never giving in to her nagging conscience. She says she never thought of leaving me. But I know better. I know how much it hurts her to see the people she once was with suffer and die in front of her. I know how she cried to no end every time she sees me torture, murder. I can see her never-ceasing tears pour down her angelic face. And I love it.
I love hurting her.
Because when she cries, it assures me that I still own her. I still have her heart in my cruel hands. I feel secure that her love has not wavered, and that her whole loyalty lies with me and no one else.
But I can't love her. My heart was never made to love. It only serves to preserve my existence, nothing else. I have already convinced myself that nobody could penetrate it, nobody could make me weak. Nobody can make me fall.
Not even her.
For me, nothing is more important than gaining all the power in the world, obtaining everything a man would ever want.
Yes, I am still a man; because I can still want. I can still feel need to some extent. But I never needed anything enough to risk my own life, except power.
I can kill her for power.
But she'd understand. She knows she is nothing to me. And yet, she swallows all the lies I tell her.
Because she loves me.
She's not stupid, though. I am sure that one day, her righteousness would win over her love for me and that would be the end of us.
If there ever was an us.
So I have to make sure that that day won't come. I don't want to fight her. No, I am not scared. Nothing frightens me. But she was of use to me, in the least. And if ever she turns her back on me and in the process lose her life in the hands of my more faithful servants, it would be such a waste.
I would rather kill her.
And I know she would think it would be for the best.
I watch her stare at me with those wonderful eyes. The blood staining her cheeks made her even more beautiful, if that could be possible.
How I wished it wasn't this way. I was almost certain that if I just had even half of a heart, that little part of me would have loved her with all my soul…
But as lose myself into her eyes again, that fleeting thought vanished and all that was left was me.
And my broken angel.
"Avada Kedavra."
A/N: So, was it still nice? I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you to SlytherinSlayer for the first ever review I have received. This sequel is dedicated to you… God knows how much I love you. And to ThegreatHEAD, I am so flattered... you are totally boosting my ego. Thanks so very much!!! Please review, people! Maybe you could give me an idea for a new fic? Would you like that? R&R!!!
She is so beautiful; so very beautiful. Her soft brown curls that delicately frame her face give the impression of pure innocence. Her eyes of chocolate could almost melt my heart. Almost.
She has always been on my side, never giving in to her nagging conscience. She says she never thought of leaving me. But I know better. I know how much it hurts her to see the people she once was with suffer and die in front of her. I know how she cried to no end every time she sees me torture, murder. I can see her never-ceasing tears pour down her angelic face. And I love it.
I love hurting her.
Because when she cries, it assures me that I still own her. I still have her heart in my cruel hands. I feel secure that her love has not wavered, and that her whole loyalty lies with me and no one else.
But I can't love her. My heart was never made to love. It only serves to preserve my existence, nothing else. I have already convinced myself that nobody could penetrate it, nobody could make me weak. Nobody can make me fall.
Not even her.
For me, nothing is more important than gaining all the power in the world, obtaining everything a man would ever want.
Yes, I am still a man; because I can still want. I can still feel need to some extent. But I never needed anything enough to risk my own life, except power.
I can kill her for power.
But she'd understand. She knows she is nothing to me. And yet, she swallows all the lies I tell her.
Because she loves me.
She's not stupid, though. I am sure that one day, her righteousness would win over her love for me and that would be the end of us.
If there ever was an us.
So I have to make sure that that day won't come. I don't want to fight her. No, I am not scared. Nothing frightens me. But she was of use to me, in the least. And if ever she turns her back on me and in the process lose her life in the hands of my more faithful servants, it would be such a waste.
I would rather kill her.
And I know she would think it would be for the best.
I watch her stare at me with those wonderful eyes. The blood staining her cheeks made her even more beautiful, if that could be possible.
How I wished it wasn't this way. I was almost certain that if I just had even half of a heart, that little part of me would have loved her with all my soul…
But as lose myself into her eyes again, that fleeting thought vanished and all that was left was me.
And my broken angel.
"Avada Kedavra."
A/N: So, was it still nice? I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you to SlytherinSlayer for the first ever review I have received. This sequel is dedicated to you… God knows how much I love you. And to ThegreatHEAD, I am so flattered... you are totally boosting my ego. Thanks so very much!!! Please review, people! Maybe you could give me an idea for a new fic? Would you like that? R&R!!!