Disclaimer: I own nothing, although I may be partially responsible for Voldemort's new personality. The line 'He was made to be worshipped' is from Oscar Wilde's 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'.
NB: Voldie's PoV.
Chapter 2: Divine
He walks into the room, his calm, indifferent exterior masking his uncertainty. He's different from all the other Death Eaters, even Lucius. Special. I know he will be harder to break than the others, who wither beneath my glare. He's intelligent, cold, dignified.
He's beautiful.
I examine him with keen interest, unafraid that the other Death Eaters will emerge from their own self-centred lives long enough to notice. He feels me watching him, but continues to look straight ahead, his arms folded across his chest. His porcelain skin, raven hair, demure yet proud stance. Everything about him was perfect. He was made to be worshipped.
And yet he wasn't. He was ostracized, scorned, under-appreciated. I see the pain and anger there, so unusual for a boy of no more than sixteen, and feel an overwhelming need to make the people who caused it hurt more than they believe possible. But, more than that, I want to hurt him too, to create some of that beauty sadness had created in him, to see his tears fall from his shaded eyes to his ivory cheeks. I want to show him happiness and them snatch it from him. I want him to love me as much as I do now and then make him suffer for affecting me as no other human has before.
I want Severus Snape to be mine.
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