A/N; Hello! OK please don't kill me I am sorry that I haven't updated, really I am! But I have been in London. YAY. It was amazing...OK here we go next chapter. I hope you like it. Just to Clarify this is set just before Potter is born and Voldemort's powers are ruined. Just so you're wondering why he's not snake-like or properly evil yet. I just read back over my third chapter and realised what a load of shit it was. My characterisation was bloody awful. So I am going to try harder. But this is going to be short because I have got to go and do my art homework...damn. Alright here we go. One more thing BELLA, TOM, LU AND DRACO ROCK! YAY! Ahem.
Voldemort's POV;
I sat at my desk that was lit only by a single candle. I slowly flicked through some of the photos that I had collected over the years. There was one...of Andromedia that I just couldn't tear my eyes away from. It was just after her 21st birthday and as a present I had decided to take her somewhere on holiday.
I decided to take her to Austria. It was a sunny day even though snow was falling heavily. She was wearing a large light blue coat that was trimmed with grey wolf fur. She had the hood slung haphazardly over her head and her ebony hair streamed and billowed in the breeze. She had a red nose and rosy cheeks from the cold air and she was smiling. She had such a lovely smile; every time she did her eyes would blaze into life. There was a sparkle there – a sense of mischief that I loved about her. And she was waving joyfully up at me.
I had taken that picture in the winter of 1985, and by spring she was gone from this world. Suddenly a memory burst back into life that I had tried to lock away 3 years ago. And surprisingly a smile played with my face as a half remembered song came to my lips. She had begged me to sing it for her, and like the fool that I was then I had...I can remember it so clearly.
She was due to be married in a month and Andromedia was always whining about how her future never treated her or took her on holiday, or showed any sign that he loved her at all. That is why to soothe her hurt I had made up that stupid song. I was such a fool, but you know how it is, I thought I was in love. I was a different man then, if my darling could see me now. Oh and that song...I don't think I will ever be rid of it. it's like one of those blatantly annoying songs that stick in your mind for ages... oh my lord, I can't believe that I ever SANG it!
If I could stand inside his shoes I'd say,
How can I compare thee to a summer's day?
"Oh go away" she had giggled.
I'd take a page in all the papers,
I'd announce it on the news,
If I was that guy, if I was in his shoes...
"I'm not with you!" she laughed again her cheeks flaming.
If I was him I'd bring you flowers
And ask you to dance,
We'd while away the hours making future plans,
For rainy days in country lanes
And trips to the sea,
I'd just tell you that I love you,
If it was me.
But I'm not saying a word,
I'm not saying I care,
Though I would like you to know...
That I'm not saying a word
I'm not saying I care
Though I would like you to know...
If I was him I'd have to tell you
What I've kept in my heart
That even if we had to live
Some world's apart
There would not be a day
In which I'd not think of you
If I was him, if I was him,
That's what I'd do.
But I'm not saying a word,
I'm not saying I care
Though I would like you to know
That I'm not saying a word
I'm not saying I care,
But I do...
I had always had a thing that I would never tell her that I loved her. I never would, I had refused outright. I don't know why but I did. That was one of my biggest regrets. But she's dead now, and she can't hear me when I tell her anyway, so what's the bloody point?
There was a knock at the door and I hastily stuffed the photos back into the draw.
"Come in." I drawled.
Rodolphus Lestrange strode in and dropped to his knees.
"Get up..." I hissed.
"Master...you wished to see me?" he muttered with his head still bent.
"Yes I did. So sit." I spat.
"Yes my Lord" He instantly did as instructed. Good, he knows to obey his master.
"I'm not one to beat about the bush Lestrange. Have you seen the new deatheaters, the women? Bellatrix Black?"
"Indeed I have master."
"What are your views on her?"
"Honestly...I think that she's a spiteful cow, and a spoilt brat..."
"Oh dear...I was wondering Lestrange if you would be interested in marrying her. if you can put up with her that is..."
"With all do respect Master, I said that she was a spiteful cow and a spoilt brat, I ddin't say that I didn't find her attractive or not wish to have a relationship with her. in fact, it would bring me great pleasure."
I laughed then, how complicated her was.
"Very well Lestrange, take care of it. Tell her that by order of the dark lord she must marry you by midnight on Thursday, under pain of death. Now get out."
"Yes master." And he knelt down, kissed the hem of my robes and bowed out of the room.
A/N; OK I'm bored now. I know that chapter was a bit out of the blue but I just though that I would establish a past for Tom. Bless. OK, I will not be able to updated until Monday, sorry but I'm going to visit my grandparents. So please be patient, thanks you and have a happy Halloween! See you! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
