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(AN: I dont own Voldemort, Harry Potter, but I do own Ellie.. you know.. but thats about it)
The next five years flew by Harry Potter defeating Voldemort in many ways, Sirius Black escaping, Voldemort even got revived in the fourth year and was restored to Power. Even Ellie laughed when she read the newspaper articles about Harry Potter being a crackhead for saying he saw Voldemort being revived, with Peter Pettigrew. Just because it was Ironic nobody believed him, it just went to show Voldemort always head the upper hand. Especially the next year with the raid on the ministry, the prophecy and Sirius Black dying. Most of the death eaters were now in Azkaban. Over the next two years many escaped and rejoined Voldemort in the quest for power, up until the War. It became known as the War of the Black death. Trolls, Vampires, Centuars, Elves, Fairies, Werewolves, all magical creatures joined sides. Threastles (sp), Trolls, Vampires, Centuars on the dark side.. while the Elves Fairies and Werewolves, well known opposites of Vampires joined the light side. Ellie was there the day both Voldemort and Harry Potter fell, Voldemort was alive for three days in St. Apostels Dark Magic Hospital, for three days following it. Ellie visited him and promised she would publish his diary, including what he wrote about her and the war. She decided to do this as well as publish her own story of the tale (which you are reading right now). She then read over the last three entries of Voldemort's diary.. concerning the war, Her, love, hate, and finally death.
May 5th.
I knew what I was walking into, as soon as I stepped onto that battle field and now that I lay here thinking about it, I regret ever doing it. My hate for the son of my enemies, and my own equal destroyed my love for myself and those around me. There.. I admitted it.. Harry Potter is my equal. or he was. We in a way, Killed each other. I at age 68 atleast had a chance to live my life, a life of hatred that slowly consumed me from the time I was born. Harry Potter in his 17 years of life lived them with purity and love even through bad times and fighting evil, he dedicated himself to helping those around him. I am envious of him and his life. But then again I liked my own.. The orphanage as hellish as it was, is where I met my one true soul mate and love of my life Eleanor "Ellie" Reid. I know I shall die, now in which to you I write this tale. It pains me to admit these things, but these are things that need be spoken by my death...
I stepped on that battle field, in my usual cloak, I had by now grown hideous, I was tall, slender, with red snake like eyes, a pale skull like bald head, my hood always up, as my cloak drapped around me. My strides strong hiding the inner hatred that slowly made me want to run across the field and eat Harry Potter alive. I wore all black as usual, I used it to conceal my deformities. My Many followers behind me, How I pitied them, the idiocy of them all. Bellatrix Black, or should I say Lestrange, strong and determined.. with a fire deep within, came into my ranks along with a few others in only their sixth year at Hogwarts, now in there mid 40's. You think they would grow up sometime. Lucius Malfoy, the own personal ass kisser, who used power to get his own way, just as I had. dragging his son down into the furrow of his own proceeds. Luckily for me, Ellie had never gotten pregnant, so we dont have a son/daughter to worry for the reputation of, I couldnt allow it if they were mimicked just for being related to me, and my bad reputation slowly destroying them from the inside out. I lay here spilling out my words, and feel as If I am back there at that battle once again.. I strode forward as the war began around us lightning striking against the dark skies, ogres cutting down trees and setting them ablaze hurling them towards Hogwarts as the logs crashed through its boarded up windows, setting the school ablaze. Bloody hand battles, including Werewolves morphing and chasing down some of there own people due to the full moon glowing over head. The vampires began sinking their teeth into anything they walked upon, Fairies using dust to knock those out who became too violent, Elves walking around healing those that were not dead yet. All I was concerned about was a short boy standing in the center, as thunder rumbled in the distance I stepped toward him. My eyes flashing, as everything grew quiet around us. I lifted my wand throwing spells at him, as someone behind him pushed him towards me, a crowd formed a circle around us as we began our duel of power. Soon our wands locked in power, so we both dropped them and began going at each other by hand. Soon I towered over him with my sword to his neck, my foot on his chest, when he grabbed his wand aiming it at me, just as he muttered the spell, avada kevadra I stabbed him through the neck. The hero died a traitors death as the spell etched along my shoulder, slowly consuming my body. I lay in the hospital bed now writing my tale, while Harry Potter can not write his.
May 6th
Just another day spent in this hospital bed waiting to die, so I think back on my life and the regrets I have. The one I can think of that stands out upon hundreds, is never marrying Eleanor. She helped me through it all, when we met at age 8. Now I'm 68, she's close to that age, but with her spell appears to be thirty. Her long brown hair like silk streaming mid way down her back, her chocolate eyes undettered by Hatred and the consuming death, she has seen beyond her years of standing by my side. in our 60 years of knowing each other.. we have never fought once. I wasnt always there for her when she needed me, but she never complained, because she knew what she had bargained for falling for a guy like me. I hope she tells you the story.. without Lying and making me seem noble or kind, when I was cruel, evil and rotten. I loved the way she laughed, the brilliance she had of helping me along, when I had forgotten things, how she was always patient with me, how even though we werent friends for five years she never tormented me as others would and eventually came back to help me in my darkest hour. So this.. is too you, Eleanor "Ellie" Reid. I love you with all I am and All I shall ever be.
May 7th
Today A pastor came and married Ellie and I, in holy matromony. Holy.. everything I am not and will never be. I looked to her, and knew I would spend the rest of my life with her, which at this point would only be one or two days probably. Ellie will be condemned for being associated with me, let alone married to me. But she doesnt seem to care, she's dedicated to me, and if I die is going to donate her journalism money to writing a book about it, two my diary and her story, and then making a monument in a local park for me, which will probably be knocked down or graffitied but its the memory of her love that counts... I feel weak. I must say goodbye to Ellie now. this shall be the hardest thing I ever have to do. Love Always, Tom Marvolo Riddle -- formerly known as Lord Voldemort.
Please Review people
(AN: I dont own Voldemort, Harry Potter, but I do own Ellie.. you know.. but thats about it)
The next five years flew by Harry Potter defeating Voldemort in many ways, Sirius Black escaping, Voldemort even got revived in the fourth year and was restored to Power. Even Ellie laughed when she read the newspaper articles about Harry Potter being a crackhead for saying he saw Voldemort being revived, with Peter Pettigrew. Just because it was Ironic nobody believed him, it just went to show Voldemort always head the upper hand. Especially the next year with the raid on the ministry, the prophecy and Sirius Black dying. Most of the death eaters were now in Azkaban. Over the next two years many escaped and rejoined Voldemort in the quest for power, up until the War. It became known as the War of the Black death. Trolls, Vampires, Centuars, Elves, Fairies, Werewolves, all magical creatures joined sides. Threastles (sp), Trolls, Vampires, Centuars on the dark side.. while the Elves Fairies and Werewolves, well known opposites of Vampires joined the light side. Ellie was there the day both Voldemort and Harry Potter fell, Voldemort was alive for three days in St. Apostels Dark Magic Hospital, for three days following it. Ellie visited him and promised she would publish his diary, including what he wrote about her and the war. She decided to do this as well as publish her own story of the tale (which you are reading right now). She then read over the last three entries of Voldemort's diary.. concerning the war, Her, love, hate, and finally death.
May 5th.
I knew what I was walking into, as soon as I stepped onto that battle field and now that I lay here thinking about it, I regret ever doing it. My hate for the son of my enemies, and my own equal destroyed my love for myself and those around me. There.. I admitted it.. Harry Potter is my equal. or he was. We in a way, Killed each other. I at age 68 atleast had a chance to live my life, a life of hatred that slowly consumed me from the time I was born. Harry Potter in his 17 years of life lived them with purity and love even through bad times and fighting evil, he dedicated himself to helping those around him. I am envious of him and his life. But then again I liked my own.. The orphanage as hellish as it was, is where I met my one true soul mate and love of my life Eleanor "Ellie" Reid. I know I shall die, now in which to you I write this tale. It pains me to admit these things, but these are things that need be spoken by my death...
I stepped on that battle field, in my usual cloak, I had by now grown hideous, I was tall, slender, with red snake like eyes, a pale skull like bald head, my hood always up, as my cloak drapped around me. My strides strong hiding the inner hatred that slowly made me want to run across the field and eat Harry Potter alive. I wore all black as usual, I used it to conceal my deformities. My Many followers behind me, How I pitied them, the idiocy of them all. Bellatrix Black, or should I say Lestrange, strong and determined.. with a fire deep within, came into my ranks along with a few others in only their sixth year at Hogwarts, now in there mid 40's. You think they would grow up sometime. Lucius Malfoy, the own personal ass kisser, who used power to get his own way, just as I had. dragging his son down into the furrow of his own proceeds. Luckily for me, Ellie had never gotten pregnant, so we dont have a son/daughter to worry for the reputation of, I couldnt allow it if they were mimicked just for being related to me, and my bad reputation slowly destroying them from the inside out. I lay here spilling out my words, and feel as If I am back there at that battle once again.. I strode forward as the war began around us lightning striking against the dark skies, ogres cutting down trees and setting them ablaze hurling them towards Hogwarts as the logs crashed through its boarded up windows, setting the school ablaze. Bloody hand battles, including Werewolves morphing and chasing down some of there own people due to the full moon glowing over head. The vampires began sinking their teeth into anything they walked upon, Fairies using dust to knock those out who became too violent, Elves walking around healing those that were not dead yet. All I was concerned about was a short boy standing in the center, as thunder rumbled in the distance I stepped toward him. My eyes flashing, as everything grew quiet around us. I lifted my wand throwing spells at him, as someone behind him pushed him towards me, a crowd formed a circle around us as we began our duel of power. Soon our wands locked in power, so we both dropped them and began going at each other by hand. Soon I towered over him with my sword to his neck, my foot on his chest, when he grabbed his wand aiming it at me, just as he muttered the spell, avada kevadra I stabbed him through the neck. The hero died a traitors death as the spell etched along my shoulder, slowly consuming my body. I lay in the hospital bed now writing my tale, while Harry Potter can not write his.
May 6th
Just another day spent in this hospital bed waiting to die, so I think back on my life and the regrets I have. The one I can think of that stands out upon hundreds, is never marrying Eleanor. She helped me through it all, when we met at age 8. Now I'm 68, she's close to that age, but with her spell appears to be thirty. Her long brown hair like silk streaming mid way down her back, her chocolate eyes undettered by Hatred and the consuming death, she has seen beyond her years of standing by my side. in our 60 years of knowing each other.. we have never fought once. I wasnt always there for her when she needed me, but she never complained, because she knew what she had bargained for falling for a guy like me. I hope she tells you the story.. without Lying and making me seem noble or kind, when I was cruel, evil and rotten. I loved the way she laughed, the brilliance she had of helping me along, when I had forgotten things, how she was always patient with me, how even though we werent friends for five years she never tormented me as others would and eventually came back to help me in my darkest hour. So this.. is too you, Eleanor "Ellie" Reid. I love you with all I am and All I shall ever be.
May 7th
Today A pastor came and married Ellie and I, in holy matromony. Holy.. everything I am not and will never be. I looked to her, and knew I would spend the rest of my life with her, which at this point would only be one or two days probably. Ellie will be condemned for being associated with me, let alone married to me. But she doesnt seem to care, she's dedicated to me, and if I die is going to donate her journalism money to writing a book about it, two my diary and her story, and then making a monument in a local park for me, which will probably be knocked down or graffitied but its the memory of her love that counts... I feel weak. I must say goodbye to Ellie now. this shall be the hardest thing I ever have to do. Love Always, Tom Marvolo Riddle -- formerly known as Lord Voldemort.