Ugha Ugha.

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"My lord." Sora's tone of voice dropped into a succumbing whisper. She fell onto the floor to a hearty bow.

Following her move, Draco kneeled on the floor beside her.

Hermione sat in the corner, her eyes wide open and chin trembling.

Only Harry remained standing. Looking at Voldemort in the eye.

For they were equal.

Harry didn't even bother to show any sign of respect.

For they were equal.

Sure, Voldemort was stronger, smarter, and much more evil. But in their inner heart, Harry dominated him. And it all equaled out

"Well, well, well. The boy who lived"

"My name is Harry Potter."

Voldemort chuckled. "And my name is Lord Voldemort." He spat and then snorted. "Pleasure to meet you, Harry Potter."

"Actually, I believe your legal name is Tom Marvolo Riddle." Harry remarked without a quiver in his voice.

"Oh ho ho! Our little baby has gotten quite a tongue, am I correct Wormtail?"

"Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-es."

"Don't stutter!" Voldemort barked.

Wormtail merely bowed his head.

"And… lookie here! My niece! And the son of my former right hand man! It's a shame your father had to die. All for me too. I believe your family is doing poorly. He will be remembered. He will always hold his name in my memory. Great man, that one."

"Yes, my lord." Draco muttered.

"But… my niece! How… didn't she betray me? I believe you've been hiding this… Potter boy for too long now. Don't like to me- you know you'll never get away with it!" Voldemort glared.

"But my lord! It was… it was a diversion." She whispered.

"I warned you…"

"I would never betray you, my lord! You saved my life numerous times! You took me from the filthiest of the mudbloods. You taught me a whole new world that I would learn to love!"

"LOVE? LOVE? LOVE IS NO WORD FOR ME! I HAVE NOT TAUGHT YOU TO LOVE ANYTHING!"

"Not even dark magic? Isn't that what you love, my lord?"

"Love? I spit on love! Love does not exist! Only the strong and only the powerful!"

"Oh, but you know your love for dark magic is strong and powerful, my lord! You teach it with passion! You dwell on every last word of it!"

"DO NOT ARGUE ME! DO NOT DISOBEY ME. WORMTAIL- GET HER!"

"NO! NO! I am wrong, my lord. I am wrong. You do not love dark magic. You hate it. You loathe it."

"Do not MOCK ME."

"I am not and did not mock you, oh lord."

Voldemort glared at her with his squinty red eyes.

"I do not have time for you. I have greater business to deal with. Where is the Harry Potter?"

"I'm right here."

"Ho! Did you here that, Wormtail? Harry Potter is right here!" Voldemort sneered.

Wormtail giggled nervously as he peered over at Harry.

"Why, Voldemort. Must you comment every of my words to your precious friend here? Are you that amazed that you finally get to talk to me? Well I never! I never knew you were a fan of mine!"

"A fan? A FAN? A SMART MOUTH YOU…" He looked over at Wormtail to laugh at Harry's courage when he remembered Harry's remark and grew quiet.

"I'm going to kill you Harry Potter. And I'll kill you if it's the last thing I do."

"Really? Are you sure about that?"

"About…"

"You are willing to risk your life for my own? Well I'm quite honored, Tom."

"Wormtail? Are you ready?"

"Y-y-y-y-y-es my lord."

"I don't even get a last word?" Harry raged.

"No! Prepare to fight!"

"I don't even get to say a last good bye? What kind of noble executor are you?"

Voldemort lowered his wand by a centimeter.

"Go on." He shrieked.

"I only wanted to beg you… not to spare me but to spare every other innocent soul in this room. I am not innocent. I am evil. I am pure. I am your victim. But these people- Sora and Draco especially- they all hate you. But they all love you. It's complicated, but you have to understand that there are millions of different forms of love and what they feel for you is one of them. They respect you. They look at you with fear but with loyalty. They love you.

And I can't think of a worse crime than to kill those whom love you."

Voldemort's breathing hardened.

"And Wormtail! That is the deepest love for a master I have ever witnessed! He would DIE for you. He would give up his SOUL for you. If you tell him to jump off a cliff, he would ask you which one. If you tell him to get ready for you to kill him, he would ask where to stand. He has already given up a great chunk of his own mental and physical body for you, and he's willing to give up the whole thing."

"That's enough." Voldemort cracked slowly.

"They all love you and respect you! How could you kill them? How could you spare the lives of the only ones in the world who care about you and have some sort of emotion for you? Nobody likes you except them and they'll stick up for you whenever they can."

"I said ENOUGH!"

"I'M DONE! I'M FINISHED! BEFORE YOU KILL ME, I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I FORGIVE YOU. I FORGIVE YOU FOR THE 17 YEARS OF A LIVING HELL, DEPRIVED HAPPINESS, UNJUST CONFUSION, AND UNBEARABLE LOSSES. I FORGIVE YOU FOR KILLING ALL THAT I'VE LOVED AND EVER KNOWN. I FORGIVE YOU FOR TAKING AWAY MY PARENTS, GODFATHER, AND AUNT. BEFORE YOU KILL ME, I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I RESPECT YOU AND I ALWAYS WILL AFTER I DIE. KILL ME NOW, TOM! KILL ME NOW!"

With a defiant roar, Voldemort whipped his wand. "CRUCIO!"

The pain was sharp and quick. A burning flame rose in his body. His muscles tensed and his skin seemed to rip apart.

Suddenly, a cry of a girl erupted somewhere in the other side of the room where Harry lay as Sora ran over and covered him with her own body.

"I WILL NOT LET YOU KILL HARRY POTTER."

"SORA- GET OFF HIM!"

"NO!"

"GET OFF!"

"NEVER!

"SORA- DO YOU HEAR ME? IF YOU DO NOT GET OFF…"

"I WON'T! I WON'T! I WON'T LET YOU KILL HIM! KILL ME OF YOU WISH!"

Voldemort, red with fury cried- "Avada… Avada… AVADA KEDAVRA"

Silence hesitated in the air.

The body of Sora Lee's fell limply on top of Harry.

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'I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead. Oh my gosh, I just died! Hey- this is pretty cool! Is this what dying is like? If it is- it's not as bad… If I'm dead, why am I still talking to myself? Is this normal? Am I supposed to be able to think once I die? No… Avada is a sudden death. Death is different. Ew, there's a spider crawling on my leg! Wait- if I'm dead, how can I… how can I… feel it?'

'Oh my fucking god. I'm not dead.'

'I'm not dead! I'm not dead! This is amazing? How did this happen?'

There was no answer.

'Play dead. Right. Play dead.'

With that, Sora spread out over Harry's body.

'Well well well. Harry certainly has his biceps. Is he flexing?'

'Let's check out Voldemort's face…' She opened her eyes a fraction of a centimeter. To her luck, a glass window was across of her.

Voldemort, gaping and open mouthed, had just realized what he had just done.

'I wonder why Voldemort's all shocked? He's done this a billion of times…'

'No! It cannot be!'

'But there is no other possibility!'

'Why I'm alive… he… he… loves me? I never knew a white faced demon would ever love anyone! I feel so… special! Sora. This is serious business. There must be a more cruel reason… Put myself in his shoes. He had just killed his niece who had come in to try to save Harry Potter's life.'

'Holy shit.'

'I just saved Harry Potter'

She peered under at the body below her. His face was scrunched up in pain and his body tense. He was dying. He was clearly dying. His emerald eyes screamed pain yet they shone something clear. Something a sapphire blue.

And then, Sora understood.

'Get up, Sora. No more playing dead. It's time for you to do your thing.'

She wiggled a finger. There was her first move. She tapped her foot. Then, her elbow made direct contact with the hardwood floor. She pushed herself up until she was standing. She grabbed onto Harry's writhing arms and pulled him up so he was facing her.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle. Uncurse him this instance."

Voldemort stared. His red eyes had confusion written all over them.

He was thinking hard.

"Uncurse him now."

No reply.

"If you will not uncurse him, I will have to treat him myself."

Voldemort opened his mouth to argue that only he who had cast the curse could weaken or end it.

"I know, I know. What have you taught me, Tom? But here- let me show you the real power and the real strength of love."

With that, Sora grabbed Harry's face and kissed him.

Right in front of Voldemort.

First, Harry gave no reply. He stood there, halfway propped up on his feet by the help of Sora. And then, he began to feel it. He began to acknowledge one leg, then the other. He was able to hold up his own arms without help. And then, he was able to pour out his passions onto Sora's rosy pink lips.

She had saved his life.

And he knew that she knew exactly how.

Harry let go of Sora.

"Voldemort. I love your niece. But, I am a gentleman. So I would like your approval."

It seemed as though for the first time in his life, Voldemort was speechless.

An eternity passed by, and not a sound was made.

After eternity flew by, a piercing scream was heard.

Everything went by quickly. There was a bright white light that suddenly appeared. Everyone in the room covered their eyes. The light came wider and wider until there was a magnificent outburst. Cold mist wrapped around their weary faces. Harry looked up.

And then understood.

Lord Voldemort had become an angel.

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"Do you feel… sort of empty?"

"Yeah! That's what I was just thinking."

"Like… someone took a big chunk out of you. You feel like you have nothing to do now. Like… there's nothing out there to do. You're useless… you're bored… everything's just gone."

"Totally. For sure."

"Huh."

"Tell me about it."

Harry, Sora, Hermione, and Draco sat around in the hospital wing. They were all had minor injuries from when Wormtail attempted to kill them all off as his master would have wanted. And then, he went crazy and turned himself in to the ministry. And then, he gave himself a concussion from running into a wall.

Harry was the least hurt yet from all his battles with Voldemort. He had a bruised shin thanks to Wormtail, slight headache from the light, and small side affects from the Cruciatus curse.

Draco was in most pain. He had the greatest throbbing in his lower manly area where Wormtail had taken the last ounce of his energy and kneed him. It had taken place two hours ago, and it still stung.

"Well guys, it still feels good to know he's dead."

"Yeah…"

"Hey, you know? I figured out why he ended up that way."

"Really? What I was really curious about was how you survived the Avada." Hermione asked.

"Seriously, what have I taught you in class?"

"Huh?"

"First day. The person doing the curse cannot love you or cannot not want to put the curse on you. Basically, I guess our dear Lord Voldemort had a little hold back on cursing me and that's why I was saved."

"Oh yeah… I remember." Draco cut in.

"No you don't." Sora snorted

"Okay, I don't."

The fire crackled.

"You know what?" Harry said slowly

"Hmm?"

"Voldemort's dead."

"You've noticed."

"I think we should be celebrating."

"Hear hear!"

"Let's go raid the kitchen."

"And then leave our mark on the walls!"

"We should paint that we killed Lord Voldemort!"

"Oh! How exciting! Let's go!"

Harry, Draco, and Hermione crept out of bed. Sora stayed behind. She watched their shadow disappear in the hall way. She swiftly walked over to the fireplace where she reached into her pant pockets and pulled out a crinkled photograph.

"Well… mom, dad. It's over. The worst is done. I'm alive and I'm here to carry on our family name… I killed your murderer. And all I could think about when I was is how much I missed you guys. And all that anger and loneliness really seemed to get to me. I'm alive. And I've never been this happy. But mom, dad. It's time to let go. It's over now. I need to move on. I can only pray that you understand… Please watch over me carefully and I hope to see you again. I love you." With a hearty sniff, Sora tossed the picture into the blazing fire. She let the tears come.

A hand fell on her shoulder and she whipped around from reflexes.

"Harry… you scared me."

"I know."

She sniffed and wiped away her tears.

"It's okay, Sora. I know how you feel. But this emptiness will go away. I'm 17 and heck, I'm still not over my mom and dad. It's pretty normal I guess."

"Yeah…"

"Come one. I think a little TP-ing might lighten your mood."

They laughed.

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Veronica Evans was the gorgeous red haired vixen of the school. Gryffindor, she was, and beautiful she was. She may have been the only Gryffindor that Slytherin boys would probably ever look at.

Tom Riddle was the brains, looks, and mysteriosity of the school. He was the perfect man, the perfect boyfriend material. Put two and two together, you have Veronica Evans loves Tom Riddle all over her binder.

Boy and girl stood around, blushing and embarrassed. A crowd of other students surrounded them, making them even more anxious. Their heart beat as one. Fast, hard, and shakily.

"Riddle Riddle Riddle! Whoo! Make your freaking move already! It's been one whole month!"

Smiling slightly, they hugged for a quarter of a second.

The crowd booed.

"Awwwww come on! What was that? There's 20 girls and guys here who would love to be in your spot right now- that goes for both of you!"

They hugged for a second.

"More more more more!"

They remained hugging. Their pale cheeks turned into a rosy pink.

"Kiss kiss kiss kiss!"

A small peck.

Boooooooo

A bigger peck

Booooooo

And more intimidation until finally, the couple were making out on the grass by the lake.

The crowd cheered. Touchdown.

Suddenly, Veronica pulled back and ran away into the forest, leaving a slightly nauseous and dismayed Tom.

Peer pressure sucks

The next day, Veronica sheepily and tearily handed Tom a letter.

Dear Tom.

I'm really sorry but I don't know if I can see you any longer. I've never kissed anyone before like that and I don't know if I can have it happen again. My father is very strict on me and I can't live with that feeling of guilt riding around me.

I'll see you around.

Love… sincerely,

Veronica Evans

Tom locked himself up for weeks. He had met the love of his life and he couldn't just let her go.

He made his decision.

He had dealt with his own manipulative father and he knew he could change her father around as well.

Christmas break, he knocked on her door.

Veronica saw him, dropped her jaw and ran upstairs.

"Who is it?" A sharp voice barked from the living room.

Maybe it'll be a little harder.

"I am Tom Marvolo Riddle, sir, and I would like to have your permission to date your daughter. I am a responsible and smart man and I could take care of her very well, sir. I am dependable and trustable as well."

"A stranger walks in her and expects me to sell you my daughter? Never! What are you smoking, son?"

"I love your daughter and I can't live without her, sir! I will never fail to make her unhappy."

"Love?" the grumpy old man spat. "There is no such thing as love! There is only strength and power. In this hateful world, there is only greed, grief, sorrow, and fakeness. I spit on love! There is no such thing! Go home my boy or I will force you out!"

"I love her! You must understand! Things are different now! We can find compassion and-"

"Bull shit! I will not accept you! Go home before I call your mother and father."

Tom raged. "I have no father and mother! I fend for myself! I'm alone in this world and that is why I need your daughter!"

"Need her? As what? Some sort of sex toy? Pb! Go away! I can see clearly that you were not raised up properly." The father mumbled.

Tom had enough. He grabbed the big man's collar.

"What did you just say?"

"Let go from me! I'll call the police!"

"You will call no one."

Tom whipped out his wand and a green jet of light petrified and killed the man immediately.

That man was Lord Voldemort's very first victim.

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Ahh. Done. I'm not sure if it's the end of the story. Should I make a small epilogue chapter after? I think I should. There are still some ties to pull together. But I liked the ending to this chapter. It was badly written but you should now start to understand the story of Vodemort in my perspective, blah blah blah.

Have a nice day.