Chapter 1: 16-year-old face
When everyone left, Snape stayed behind. Voldemort waited for him to leave for 5 minutes, but he didn't.
Severus slowly approached Voldemort, cautiously. "Umm, master. Why didn't you… kill me?"
"Did you want me to kill you?" Voldemort snapped.
Snape shook his head. "No, master, I just wanted to know because normally you would have killed anyone that got in your way."
"Don't question my choices!" He barked.
Snape nodded. "Sorry, sorry, master."
He bowed and slowly started to back away. His mask fell off and he looked up fearfully. Voldemort was mesmerized with his eyes.
They were so dark and hollow and dead. He walked towards Severus and he was too scared to move.
Voldemort lifted his chin up so his stood up straight. He was trying to see his face but his hood was covering it.
Severus had this impulse and before he could stop himself he had lifted his hand up and pushed Voldemort's hood down.
His face was a 16-year-olds and Snape gasped. Voldemort backed away and pulled his hood up again. "You fool!" He yelled.
Snape stood stock-still. "I'm so sorry, master. I don't know what got into me, please forgive me."
He bowed down again. The sound of Severus's voice was so warm yet cold at the same time and it melted away most of Voldemort's anger. He cleared his throat.
"Well, don't do it again."
Snape thought that he was gonna faint. What was up with his master? He would never have let someone do that. Maybe he's just been evil for so long that he's gone crazy.
"Why do you look 16, master?" He bravely asked.
Voldemort sighed. "When I had enough strength to take my body form again, I took the form of how old I was when I made my first horcruxe. And I was 16 then."
Snape nodded. That made sense. "Just go now." Voldemort commanded. Severus nodded and apparated back to his home.
Voldemort shook his head. What was happening to him? He couldn't be falling for Severus. Voldemort didn't fall for anyone.
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