Love

Though blood did not sweep out of the bodies, they lay dead on the marble floor, Wormtail crouched in a corner, cowering in fear like the coward he was. Voldemort watched disgusted as tremors wracked the rat's form. How on Earth was he sorted into Gryffindor he would never though the muggles were dead, The Dark Lord wasn't yet satisfied as fury didn't leave his body. How dared she say that?!

"Oh, Roddy…you don't understand!" she had said in a broken voice, far worse than when she had said "I do" at the altar.

Voldemort ran a hand through his dark locks washing away the memory. Today was an important day, today he would get rid of the child said to be the end of him, he couldn't dwell on this. The Potters were a threat to his reign and their one year old son was believed to be his death.

"I love him, the Dark Lord…" Bellatrix whispered and he could hear her sobs against her husbands chest. He disapparated to Riddle Manor, furious beyond belief and confused, so confused. 'How can such a useless emotion a "love"' he spit as if it were the foulest thing in the world 'affect his most loyal and strongest follower?"

The thought refused to leave him all throughout the night. Even as he killed James Potter, even as he screamed the last Avada Kedavra. Until he realized why he had been so angry when he saw he in Rodolphus' arms. He was her husband, although not out of love, Voldemort knew, the man she spent every night with, man that wasn't him.

"Avada Kedavra!" he yelled automatically, the spell already an instinct, only this time it rebounded. "Bella…" he murmured and couldn't help but think 'Maybe love isn't such an useless emotion, it killed him, didn't it?'

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