Prologue
This young boy, this /i..I remember him all too well. Everyone knows that the Dark Lord doesnÕt keep prisioners..alive anyway. But this boy..he didnÕt scream, beg, or plead for his life, nor did he use bribe attempts or blubbering.Ê He simply said please, please, I need to live.Ê It was the please that caught my memory.Ê I asked what was so important for him; 'True love' he replied.Ê And then he spoke of a girl of surpassing beauty and faithfulness.... He simply said ÒPleaseÓ.
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The Dark Lord, Voldemort began pacing, beryl robes billowing behind him.
ÒThis boy, this boy..Ó his mind would not stop thinking about those frank, vulnerable blue eyes. They haunted him. The man, seventeen, with sandy blonde hair, and blue eyes was handsome, and open. ÔA useful ally to find Potter, he is..but how can I trust him..Õ this thought had been nagging at him, and finally, he went to his dungeons.
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ÒOpen, now!Ó He barked, as the Demantors crowded around the chamber.
The boy glanced up. There were dark rings around his eyes, and he was slimmer than the last time Voldemort had seen him.
ÒThey do drain the emotions, donÕt they.Ó
The boy shook his head silently. ÒIt is not that I fear..It is sleep I deny.Ó
his voice was raspy, and dry. Ordering a glass of water for him, the dark lord unknowingly entered the cell of Harry Potter.

Chapter one. True Love.