Voldermort- the untold truth
Chapter 2 – the coldest shadow
"You are a DEVIL" was what had echoed in her mind. No love, no pity, but cruelty and evilness were what now lingered in the air. There was no ignoring it.
It was hours later when she realized it was over. Alone, and miserable, the woman- once a great witch admired and reverenced, was now no more. Nothing mattered anymore; the lights were disappearing also, together with the hope and happiness she always wished to have.
As Lorna gazed down to the neonate so innocent in her arms, she dreaded of what might happen to him. Would this little infant grow into a boy? Will he survive the harsh future, which lurks in the coldest shadow awaiting him?
Suddenly Lorna's thoughts were interrupted by a violent cough repeated by a few more. Her chest seemed to weaken with the sudden abrupt coughs.
The frightening noise awakened the peaceful baby, who burst crying. Lorna quickly laid him down gently, and moved away.
The coughing did not cease. Her body weakened by the moment, her temperature rose and sweat poured down her face, making her shack, making her unsteady. Sitting down beside the baby who was propped up on the table beside her, looking into those eyes of innocence, a tear cast down her cheek.
"Oh my, those eyes (cough) look just like your father's…" Lorna said, a small tinge colouring her pale face as she remembered of the once adorned man she foolishly fell to her knees for.
"Just like your father… (cough, cough) I shall (cough, cough, cough) name you, Tom Riddle, and Marvolo after the grandfather you never knew..." she said and gently leaned down and planted a small kiss on his soft pale forehead.
The coughing was worsening. Taking a wand in her hand, she waved it in the air and cried out, "Nam (cough) os!"
The baby stopped crying. Instead, he starred right through those eyes that unblinkingly starred back, unmoving. All that was left was the reminder of her love for him- the symbol of his name T.M.R forever adhered to his chest…