A/N: I wrote this in under an hour so it might be really bad, but I couldn't stop the ideas flowing. Plz Review.
It was a beautiful day. The day that makes the sky look bluer and the grass look greener. The day that made the adults smile and the children run around and everyone would laugh. It was the day that changed his life; the day he met his Isabella. She was pretty. Not breathtakingly beautiful, not ugly either. Just pretty and perfect. She had no flaws, she could always make him positive, encourage him to continue. Her smile was radiant and her laugh was like rays of golden sun. Her eyes were sea green and her hair was inky black like a midnight sky. He met her when he was 11. The last year exams were over and students were wandering aimlessly; not a care in the world. He had nestled himself under the shade of a maple, with a good book and a sandwich. She had come over and asked to join him with her own book. He had stared; awed that she wasn't concerned that he was the Slytherin weirdo, the filthy half-blood that didn't know anything about magic. He said yes and they became friends. They were soul mates, they shared everything. They confided in each other, they knew each other more than their own self. But it was a secret no one else in the castle or outside of it knew. He became respected, feared by his peers. His teachers loved him and so did many girls. She was quiet but caring. Happy to help and quick to respond. He loved her with all his heart. And she returned it. Then Grindelwald came. He killed many, and many feared he would attack Hogwarts. But he didn't mind he wasn't worried. Grindelwald wasn't important to him. Until that horrible day. It was the day back from Christmas Break he had waited on the steps for her. She never came. He read later in the Daily Prophet that she had been murdered. He cried. He turned angry; at everyone, he would torture his followers, hurt younger students. He watched as his life faded away from his eyes. He made the Horcuxes, one after the other. He murdered his father. He turned into Lord Voldemort. Some days he would pull out a picture of her. He would look at the love in her eyes. He would hate himself; he knew this was not what she would want. He died. Almost. He spent the next 17 years trying to kill Harry. Before the final battle he took out the picture again. He smiled. He burned it. He saw the spell hit him. He died.
He awoke in pain. He cried out. A beautiful voice soothed him. "Tom, it's ok, it's me Isabella." In all his pain he smiled. "Hello love."
A/N: For those who said he only fought Harry for 7 years, You're wrong Harry was 10 in the first book so 17 years in total.