A/N: Hi! So welcome to my first fanfiction. Before you read this, I guess I should mention that I am only 10 years old. But don't click the "back" button in the top-left corner of the page yet, just read it. I think you'll like it. R&R so I know what to change. Look for a second chapter later.
Disclaimer: All characters, events, etc. in this story belong to J.K Rowling, not me.
Voldemort's Remorse: What Was Thought Impossible
Voldemort approaches Potter, relishing every moment of the hour in which he would finish what was started all those years ago. His hand reaches for his wand, a very familiar action, as he has done it so many times to eliminate his enemies. He enjoys the screams and cries of his nemesis that it can't end like this. "Not only can it end like this, Potter," he snarls. "It will." The weather is perfect for this, thunder and lightning performing a perfect duet in the black-clouded night sky. He decides to cruciate him first, payment for all those times that filthy boy eluded him. But as he points his phoenix wand, "crucio" on the tip of his tongue, an unfamiliar feeling stops him. Not hatred, not the thought of finally demolishing what has held him back all this time, not anything close to what he should be feeling. Suddenly, the memories of the screams of his previous victims do not feel so satisfying, do not make him feel so powerful. Unhappiness fills him as the images of his past toturees, all the way back to his fellow orphans at that orphanage, flash past him. He can't take it anymore, until-
Voldemort sat up in bed, breathing hard. He rubbed his temple thoughtfully. How could he have possibly ever have felt remorse? He was Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard of all time! Even the greatest wizards could not bring themselves to speak his very name! But it was just a dream. Still, he could NEVER let that happen again. He got out of bed and walked to his mirror, his confidence returning. He smiled at how terrifying he looked. His snakelike red eyes glared out of a ruthless face with two holes for a nose. No, nothing could ever stand in his way. Especially not emotions.
He had no idea how wrong he was.
