Hello! This is the new chapter of the story. Please review it like it or not. I really would like to know your opinions. And about the potion I think this chapter will explain about its proprieties so you will understand better. Again I am sorry for any mistakes.

A change in feelings

Lord Voldemort was furious. Beyond furious. With a snarl he broke the nearest chair. Someone had dared to defy him .Him the greatest wizard of all times! Someone dared to sneak into the Malfoy Manor, where he was staying and gave him a potion. But not any potion. The thought made him freeze in mid-air. For the first time in decades he felt fear. He knew only one potion that could make him feel what he felt now. Only one potion could make him 'love' anybody, especially a mudbl…, no, he no longer could even think that word. He loved her. No, no, no. It was wrong, very wrong. He was lord Voldemort; he didn't love anybody and didn't fear anybody. In his mind he knew that, but the potion, that blasted potion, compelled him to feel this way. The most powerful potion in the world has been given to him. He found about it in his younger years, in his search for knowledge and power. He was told by a very old wizard about it. He had tried to find more information thinking how great would have been to bond Dumbledore to himself. But he hadn't found anything more than he already knew; the ingredients and the way of brewing were lost to time. He was afraid; the person that had slipped him the potion had to be a very powerful and a very, very old one. He didn't know what was going to happen or what had anybody to gain from it. Whoever brewed this potion could have easily killed him even with all his horcruxes, so what was to gain from this charade?

Anyway he had no time to dwell on this question. He had to go and prepare a house for him and thanks to the potion to the love of his life. It had to be perfect, just like her. He couldn't wait to see her. Even if the potion would eventually kill him he would die happy; by then he would no longer be able to separate his own thoughts and wishes and the ones inducted by the potion. He knew it was useless to try and fight it. He just hoped his death would be quick. He feared death more than anything, well perhaps of rejection now, thanks to the potion. He didn't really know how it worked. He had never though that existed in the world someone old and powerful enough to make the potion. And he had killed everybody who knew the slightest thing about this potion, except, probably Dumbledore, afraid that someone would try to find a way to brew it. And now regretted both because he had no one to ask about it, except that old goa…, no he couldn't think like that his beautiful respected him, and no potion, not even this one could make him go to that fo.., to Dumbledore; and because his muse would hate him. He had to create the perfect house, protected by the most powerful wards so she couldn't escape it. She would not be hurt, he would sure of that. She, just wouldn't be able to use her magic to fight him, she will be stucked with him. He knew he was being selfish, but he couldn't help it. He just hoped she would forgive him, he had heard she loved lost causes and he, he was the most lost cause of all lost causes. He was dark and evil without repair. He had broken himself to many times to be fixed, but perhaps this potion was the response, he could be happy, even if it was only due to a potion. Anyway he was going to die sooner or later, thanks to the potion, depending on the dose that was given to him; if he remembered correctly a dose lasted five months, he didn't know how much was lethal, but he discovered he didn't really minded, he loved her; so her imprisonment wouldn't be that long. Well it seemed that the potion had gotten through him; he had a change in feelings.

I hoped you liked it. Please review it. It doesn't matter if you liked it or you hated it. I would like to no why you like it or why you didn't. Oh! The rating it is just to be sure for later chapters 'cause I don't really know.

When he was thinking about that old goa... or fo… he was referring to goat and fool.