Disclaimers: None of these are mine, but I can still dream...
A Love Story
Part 1: Precious Illusions
Chapter 1
"Brilliant... your talent is what I need most..." Voldemort hissed, letting his eerie voice wash over the boy's... no, young man's mind, he reminded himself. The man before him now, was no longer the ignorant, arrogant boy he had met seven years ago. No... definitely not... Kneeling on one knee and bowing down low, the man before him possessed great strength, deep knowledge, as well as an unquenched thirst for...what?
He did not know, and he knew much things. Then he shall find out, sooner or later. But that shall wait. There were much more important things at his hands now.
"I sense great wisdom in you..." Voldemort smiled, greatly pleased at what was presented before him.
"Cunningness... willing to do anything to get what you want..." Voldemort paused, and took his time to observe the beautiful man before him. Yes, beautiful... as beautiful as he was deadly...
"What do you want?" Voldemort asked. Many had been asked the same questions, but few gave a different answer. Power. Wealth. Even vengeance. They were all granted what they wished, in exchange for their services and loyalty. But he knew, few were loyal. He knew, it is only fear that binds them to him.
Fear...he used it well...
Voldemort leaned back on to his throne, waiting patiently for his reply. He could sense the turmoil in the young man, even though he hid it well.
What did he want?
"Harry Potter." The clear alto voice said, devoid of any tint of emotion, not betraying any feelings.
"What! You little beast..." Lucius Malfoy stuttered, trying to stop his son from saying any word more.
"I'm so sorry, lord...he did not know what he was talking about..." he blabbered; trying to cover up any mistake that he believed his precious son had just made.
Voldemort raised a hand, signaling his servant not to speak any further. Malfoy promptly stopped talking, knowing deeply well what would happen to him if any of the orders were not carried out.
"What do you want, little one?" Voldemort asked again.
The man raised up his head, and stared straight into Voldemort's cold eyes. His own clear silver eyes gazed into Voldemort's eyes, staring straight into his soul, exploring them, and did not flinch away at what he saw.
"I want Harry Potter." Again, the unhesitant reply.
Voldemort paused once again, and Malfoy fidgeted, unsure of what was going through his master's mind. The silence was getting more and more uncomfortable as seconds, minutes passed.
Finally, after a long wait, Voldemort made up his mind.
Standing up, he extended his gloved hand.
"Join me, and together, we will be able to conquer the whole wizard world! Join me now, and after the wizard world is mine, Harry Potter will be yours..."
Voldemort's eyes glittered as the man reached for his hand...and took it.
And Voldemort would forever regret this day.
The day he let Draco Malfoy join him.
To be continued...
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"Brilliant... your talent is what I need most..." Voldemort hissed, letting his eerie voice wash over the boy's... no, young man's mind, he reminded himself. The man before him now, was no longer the ignorant, arrogant boy he had met seven years ago. No... definitely not... Kneeling on one knee and bowing down low, the man before him possessed great strength, deep knowledge, as well as an unquenched thirst for...what?
He did not know, and he knew much things. Then he shall find out, sooner or later. But that shall wait. There were much more important things at his hands now.
"I sense great wisdom in you..." Voldemort smiled, greatly pleased at what was presented before him.
"Cunningness... willing to do anything to get what you want..." Voldemort paused, and took his time to observe the beautiful man before him. Yes, beautiful... as beautiful as he was deadly...
"What do you want?" Voldemort asked. Many had been asked the same questions, but few gave a different answer. Power. Wealth. Even vengeance. They were all granted what they wished, in exchange for their services and loyalty. But he knew, few were loyal. He knew, it is only fear that binds them to him.
Fear...he used it well...
Voldemort leaned back on to his throne, waiting patiently for his reply. He could sense the turmoil in the young man, even though he hid it well.
What did he want?
"Harry Potter." The clear alto voice said, devoid of any tint of emotion, not betraying any feelings.
"What! You little beast..." Lucius Malfoy stuttered, trying to stop his son from saying any word more.
"I'm so sorry, lord...he did not know what he was talking about..." he blabbered; trying to cover up any mistake that he believed his precious son had just made.
Voldemort raised a hand, signaling his servant not to speak any further. Malfoy promptly stopped talking, knowing deeply well what would happen to him if any of the orders were not carried out.
"What do you want, little one?" Voldemort asked again.
The man raised up his head, and stared straight into Voldemort's cold eyes. His own clear silver eyes gazed into Voldemort's eyes, staring straight into his soul, exploring them, and did not flinch away at what he saw.
"I want Harry Potter." Again, the unhesitant reply.
Voldemort paused once again, and Malfoy fidgeted, unsure of what was going through his master's mind. The silence was getting more and more uncomfortable as seconds, minutes passed.
Finally, after a long wait, Voldemort made up his mind.
Standing up, he extended his gloved hand.
"Join me, and together, we will be able to conquer the whole wizard world! Join me now, and after the wizard world is mine, Harry Potter will be yours..."
Voldemort's eyes glittered as the man reached for his hand...and took it.
And Voldemort would forever regret this day.
The day he let Draco Malfoy join him.