This is the newly updated chapter one. I hope you're happy. PLEASE REVIEW :cry:
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In a dusty, dilapidated flat, a poorly-aged man, whose face had grown to be unrecognizable and horrifying in comparison to the ostentatiously charming and brilliant boy he once was, was sitting in an armchair counting the minutes on a wall clock. The apartment wasn't much larger than a walk-in closet, and the roof was leaking a dry sort of leak, with pauses would take a standard ten minutes.
The restless man's desperate desire to force devotion and admiration out of a once pure and beautiful heart was disgusting, not that he cared for the one that he was trying to force devotion from. He didn't care for anyone. The blood deep under his skin, which is the only truly human part he attains, makes him grow restless and angry. Time had stolen his good looks and his humanness. He had been transformed into nothing more than a snake with legs.
His assistant was a stumpy man, no larger than a fourteen-year old, with a white comb over and dirty, sloppy rat-like flesh. The man's nervousness was evident due to his uncontrollable twitching and the accumulating sweat on his forehead.
"She should have been here by now. You don't think she got lost do you?" Wormtail asked his slouching master. "You don't think she...?"
"I'd rather not think about that. It's a terrible feeling... knowing she's out there... unguarded," slithered a high, snakelike voice, "Do you think I should have sent him with her? I mean keeping him would have been a good move, for right now?"
Before Wormtail could answer, the shadow of a tall, slim figure was cast upon the moonlight that lingered lazily in the dark room. Progressively, the slender outline became more and clearer from the darkness that consumed the room and Voldemort's heart. Her bony hands pushed back the hood of her cloak. Her skin was white and tender.
"Have you any idea how worried you've made me?" the voice hissed, more outraged than ever.
"Sorry. I's just doin' a lil' soul-searchin'," answered the girl's voice, her accent distinctively American, most likely the Southeast. Her bright blue eyes gleamed and reflected off an oddly illuminate in the pitch room. Her blond hair became more evident. She slumped into the onyx davenport with snakes itched on the arms next to Wormtail. He scooted away and hid his face in his hands as if expecting a hit to his jaw, but when one didn't come he relaxed back into an ordinary, yet frightened position.
"Were you thinking about..."-he cleared his throat- "the offer?" hissed the high voice, trying to seem slightly causal against his own will.
"Well, it is fine if you wish to take more time, but if it's worth anything, Malfoy really is a nice boy. His pedigree is marvelous, and he's an awfully respectable kid. I know you don't put much stock in my beliefs or what I have to say, but the prophets don't lie about fate dear," smiled Voldemort's voice, more human with every syllable.
"I know what my destiny is supposed to be, but I think I should at least explore my other options before deciding on any one person. It is my fate... after all," the girl answered.
"What the ...? You can't possibly be serious. That's lunacy, absolute lunacy. It would never work out. His kind will never accept you. And anyway... why would he ever like you for you?" answered the sinister voice, finally showing a slight bit of emotion on his face, as if he was disgusted and amused at the same time.
"Well for YOUR information I think he's quite charming! I would rather have him than a stooge with the personality of a dried beet, like Draco! Sometimes you're so insensitive! I agree with you about one thing though: I don't take much stock in anything you say or this stupid trash you make me get for you!" she shouted, throwing a Quibbler paper from within her robes on the man's lap, "You don't even have to read it. All it says is that you're a three foot tall midget, and the Ministry is being controlled by men with toads for heads! I can understand you wanting to keep up with the news, but all that is is a way for the crazies of the of the wizarding world to get revenge on the Ministry for mocking them and publicize shit about you and Cornelius Fudge! I don't want to marry Draco because I'm in love with Harry Potter!"
"Stop Talking About Him! I swear if I didn't know better I would think you wanted me to kill you, but doing that would give you too much satisfaction. I think I'll hurt him instead. Of course, I could leave him alone, but only if you be a nice little Angelos and marry Draco! "
"I'll do whatever I feel like! If you really cared about me, you wouldn't kill people!" She slammed the door and left. The men didn't stir after she left, except for Voldemort; he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Wormtail in a sly, unforgiving way. The screams enveloped the room and the surrounding area.
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