Summary: Oliver Wood has a secret, he's in love with Lord Voldemort.
Cantil: I hope everyone enjoys the new chapter! Oh, the random X's are line breaks or scene changes. Also thanks for anyone who decides they would like to leave a review however, I won't make you.
When You Love Someone
Chapter II
The next morning Oliver woke up and went to take a shower. A cold one. As he was putting on his uniform an idea hit him. What if he could somehow leave Hogwarts and find Voldemort? That way, if he couldn't be with Voldemort romantically at least he could always be by his side. But, the only question was how was he going to find him? After all the dark lord was in hiding at the moment, especially after the whole ministry fiasco. Perhaps he could get himself captured by some Death Eaters then beg Voldemort to allow him to join his cause?
Oliver nodded to himself in the mirror. Yes, it could work. Oliver left the bathroom, and made his way to the Great Hall for breakfast, content to wait until the perfect moment to put his plan into action. That perfect moment happened a lot sooner than Oliver thought it would have. It was a Hogsmeade weekend and Oliver had decided to get out of the castle considering he hadn't in a while.
While walking around aimlessly without a destination Oliver saw a site he was most pleased with. Death Eaters, and a lot of them by the look of it. By the looks of it they were setting things on fire and killing anyone who tried to stop them. He silently made his way up to them, wand drawn to make it look as if he was about to attack them. One Death Eater stopped having seen him draw his wand, drew his own wand and threw a stunner before Oliver could react.
Oliver's last thoughts were; I hope this works and they don't just kill me. Before passing out.
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When Oliver came to he looked around him only to see he was in a very small, dirty, and foul smelling cell with two Death Eaters standing nearby. The two unnamed Death Eaters stepped up to either side of him, grabbed his arms and hauled him up and out of his cell. Oliver knew what was happening now. They would take him to Voldemort and he would decide Oliver's fate. Oliver just hoped he could convince Voldemort to not kill him the second he saw him.
Finally after going threw several long hallways, two sets of stairs and another hallway, they finally came to a stop before a double door with snakes on the handles. One of the Death Eaters, lets call him Bob, knocked on the door twice.
"Enter." Came a silky voice from the other side. A voice that made Oliver slightly out of breath and unable to control his nerves. He couldn't help it. After a whole year of pining after Voldemort, he was finally going to meet the man he loved face to face. Oh god, what if he doesn't like me? Geez Oliver, way to sound like a girl. Get a hold of yourself. Oliver mentally berated himself as he took deep breaths in order to calm himself. The two dunderheads obviously mistook his response as fear and smirked at him, then opened the door, pushed him in and on his knees before Lord Voldemort's desk.
"My lord, We have brought the boy as you requested." Bob announced with a bow. Voldemort slowly looked up from the parchment he had been writing on, sneered at Bob then returned to what he was writing.
"Good, you may leave now." When neither man moved Voldemort became angry. "Well, what are you waiting for? GET OUT!" The two Death Eaters wasted no time in doing as they were told.
Oliver fidgeted as the tension in the room seemed to grow until suddenly he couldn't stand the silence any longer. He took a deep breath before speaking. "Um, e-excuse me sir?" He said nervously.
"What?" Voldemort asked, his quill pausing on the paper for a moment before continuing.
"Well, you see, I-I was wondering if maybe perhaps I could join your cause?" He asked, hope evident in his voice.
Voldemort looked up at him, put his quill down and folded his hands on his desk. "And why may I ask, would you want to join my cause? Being a Death Eater is no joke. You must be ruthless, cruel, cunning, willing to kill and torture, follow my every order and take any punishment I deem fit. Forgive me but you don't seem the type to be able to torture, let alone kill anyone."
"No, I know being a Death Eater is no joke and I'm willing to do anything you order me to do." When Voldemort said nothing Oliver Continued.
"Please. Just give me a chance to prove myself to you." Oliver begged in a whisper.
Voldemort stared at him for so long that Oliver feared he would say no and kill him until finally Voldemort sighed, stood up and walked over to stand in front of Oliver.
"Hold out your left arm." He then demanded. Oliver complied, unsure of the demand.
Voldemort grabbed his arm, pointed his wand at his forearm and muttered, "Morsmordre." Oliver screamed in pain as a skull with a snake going through it etched itself into his skin. Dropping his arm and returning to his desk, Voldemort continued to speak as if nothing had happened.
"You are now a Death Eater, and only follow me and do as I say. If I ever find out that you have betrayed me, I will not hesitate to kill you. Understood?" Oliver nodded with a shiver. He had no doubt that Voldemort would do it should he give him a reason to.
Olivers nod however, did not seem to satisfy Voldemort. "You will refer to me as master."
"Yes, master. I understand." Oliver corrected himself.
Oliver would later deny it but it was sort of a turn on to see Voldemort angry and to call him master as if he had been doing so for years. And that's where Oliver quickly drew those line of thoughts to an end. After all it wouldn't do to be caught turned on in front of the Dark Lord. For god sakes! He just met the man. He was pretty sure he had already embarrassed himself enough by begging. No more repeats.
"Good, now go home until I call you to a meeting or a mission. You were keyed into the wards when I marked you. We shall see if you can prove yourself to be useful." Voldemort dismissed him.
"Yes, thank you master. Good bye." Oliver bowed low before standing and silently leaving the room with a huge smile on his face. It wasn't until he was outside the wards of Voldemort's mansion that he let out his excitement. "YES!" And did a little victory dance.