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Disclaimer- I own nothing but my made-ups J.K. Rowling is the creator of Voldemort, Harry, Ron, Draco, Hermione, etc. I am the creator of this plot and Angelina, and the rest of my made-ups if I add any.

Chapter 3- Disagreements

Angelina sat on the edge of the large four poster bed with a blank expression on her face. This had to be the worst day of her life, and she only guessed that the reason Lord Voldemort kidnapped her was to find out what the Order was planning on doing or what Harry was doing to stop Voldemort. Well, Voldemort would have to kill her first before she would allow him to know anything; besides she wasn't the Secret Keeper of the Order nor of Harry's plans.

Angel slowly lifted her head up from it's bowed position it was in and looked around the room. The room was very large and the color was dark with dark red curtains hanging from the windows, and a dark red matching carpet in front of the bed on the nicely polished wooden floors. On the other side of the wall in front of the bed as well was a large dresser with a round mirror attached to it and the color of the wood was a dark mahogany. The bed on the other hand was made from a tree(s) that made the wood look black. The posters were carved expertly and even the bedding was black to match the wood.

Angel's green eys gazed at one of the posters of the bed nearest her and she reached a hand out and touched it. It fasinated her because she had never seen anything so richly designed in her whole life; even at Grimmauld Place. "Voldemort's father must have been rich," she said out loud and soon her eyes widen as she heard someone clear his throat.

She quickly turned her head towards the door and saw a young man with bleach blonde hair and grey cold eyes looking at her. "Angelina what a wonderful surprise," the man said with a sneer as his eyes looked her over as a smile formed on his pale lips.

"Draco what do you want?" Angel said her eyes narrowing with dislike for this man in her room.

Draco's smile went even wider when she asked that. "The Dark Lord wants you to join him in the dining room," he said in an ordering-like voice, "Now!"

"I don't need you to boss me around Draco," Angel said as she stood up and walked over to the closet and opened it to see if there was any cloaks that she could wear. She saw one about her size and put it on; it fit her perfectly. I wonder who on earth Voldemort brought here who was exactly my size, Angel thought as she followed Draco out of the room.

"Here she is, Milord," Draco said with a bow as he stepped out of his way and Angel took a step foreward into the Dining Hall. Voldemort stood up and gave her an evil smile as he pointed, with one of his long white fingers, to a chair beside him.

"You may leave us, Draco," Voldemort said in his usual cold voice that made goosebumps appear on the back of Angel's neck and all over her arms.

Once Angel was seated Voldemort sat back down and turned his cold red eyes to her; his full attention now on her. "So Angel how do you like my house?" he asked with a smile.

"I can't really tell, Voldemort, you see I've been stuck in a room for a couple of hours doing absolutely nothing the whole time," she said rolling her eyes and turned her gaze away from him.

"You do well to talk to me with respect," Voldemort said but not raising his voice which made Angel a little more cautious than she already was.

"And why should I? You do not diserve my respect, Voldemort. You have taken away so much from me to where I can't even think of giving you respect," Angel said which made Voldemort's red eyes flash with anger.

"Interesting, Angel but you must learn that I can give you so much also," Voldemort replied, "In this world there are only the ones who have power and those who do not. There is no such thing as good and evil."

"That's where you are wrong, Voldemort. You are evil there is no doubt in that but you are just too blind to see it," she said and Voldemort let out a cool laugh that made her insides freeze.

"Ah, Angel you humor me with your talk of good and evil. Yet, you are the one who is blind to see that I can give both life and death. That I have the power to become immortal and never die. I should have died the night I gave you and Harry that scar on yours and his forehead, but I didn't," Voldemort said as he watched her take a bit of the food that have been placed in front of them by house elves. A bottle of the best French red wine was placed beside Voldemort's hand and he grabbed Angel's glass; pouring some of the wine into it.

"Thanks," she said in a low voice as she took a sip of the wine after swallowing her piece of steak, and set the glass back down, "I disagree with you Voldemort but I shall not argue with you at the moment."

"But come, Angelina, I know you want to prove me wrong. But I also know that you know I am not wrong in what I say. Go ahead and disagree all you want but you'll come to see that what I say is true," Voldemort said his cold voice mixed with amusement as he saw Angel's eyes look down at her plate of food.

How I hate him...Can't he just stop staring at me with those eyes of his! Those eyes that haunt me even in my dreams! she thought and she looked up at him and saw him smiling at her. "I see you still haven't been taught Occulmency for I heard eveything that you have said in that unprotected mind of yours," he said almost laughing now when he saw her eyes glint with anger.

Damn him to hell! she thought and he burst into laughter at that leaving her to be haunted not just by his eyes but now by his laughter; the laughter that mocks her.

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