Live on, Why Don't You Princess
By: Fallen-Light
A/N: A little one-shot about Voldemort and Lily and no this is not a shipper fic. The whole fic is in first person point of view. Okay this whole fic is based on a dream I have. Yes, I have weird dreams. Please review!
I hate you and all you bloody stand for.
I wonder if you're at peace and I sure hope your not. What lies in the after life, I must remember to ask you that. One problem your dead, how forgetful of me... Your not truly dead are you? No, I could never be given that much in the world. I had no plans on killing one of my own kin, even if it was distantly. You just had to get in the way. Save her son, from me. That boy had to have your eyes. What better punishment, could there be? Every time I attempt to kill him, I look in his eyes I see you. Fancy that. Isn't life lovely?
At least you were brave at the sight of death. Not much of my kin were. I guess I should expect that of a Gryffindor. You stood up to me, as you were some warrior princess. Maybe you were. After all Evans meant warrior. You easily became famous like your son. How many females look up to? Do they know the really you.perhaps not.
You were a mudblood tainting a pure line, with your horrid blood. Shame really. How ironic your name was. Name after a flower used in funerals. I wonder if they were used in your funeral. Perhaps just to taunt you? It would have been fascinating.
Yet through it all you mange to live on through your bloody son. Until your son dies you don't die. He was stuck with your eyes and I'm stuck seeing them.
So live on, why don't you princess.
By: Fallen-Light
A/N: A little one-shot about Voldemort and Lily and no this is not a shipper fic. The whole fic is in first person point of view. Okay this whole fic is based on a dream I have. Yes, I have weird dreams. Please review!
I hate you and all you bloody stand for.
I wonder if you're at peace and I sure hope your not. What lies in the after life, I must remember to ask you that. One problem your dead, how forgetful of me... Your not truly dead are you? No, I could never be given that much in the world. I had no plans on killing one of my own kin, even if it was distantly. You just had to get in the way. Save her son, from me. That boy had to have your eyes. What better punishment, could there be? Every time I attempt to kill him, I look in his eyes I see you. Fancy that. Isn't life lovely?
At least you were brave at the sight of death. Not much of my kin were. I guess I should expect that of a Gryffindor. You stood up to me, as you were some warrior princess. Maybe you were. After all Evans meant warrior. You easily became famous like your son. How many females look up to? Do they know the really you.perhaps not.
You were a mudblood tainting a pure line, with your horrid blood. Shame really. How ironic your name was. Name after a flower used in funerals. I wonder if they were used in your funeral. Perhaps just to taunt you? It would have been fascinating.
Yet through it all you mange to live on through your bloody son. Until your son dies you don't die. He was stuck with your eyes and I'm stuck seeing them.
So live on, why don't you princess.