Harry stood there with cuts all down his face and neck he cringed in pain when he felt the scar burn his forehead again. Harry stopped when He–who-must-not–be–named watched him with a sneer on his face.
"Do you feel that potter do you feel my wrath, don't you feel it?!" he ask with a shot of heavily sadness and anger throughout his voice.
Harry went through another shot of flashbacks."You know what Riddle" he stopped and fell to his knees."I almost feel sorry for you." He cringed again
"Why Potter why do you feel so sorry for me? I 'm now the most heard of wizard of all time, why Potter do you feel sorry for me? I 'm not the one who's going to die!" He hissed as he pointed the wand at him.
"Because you will never understand love, and you will never feel it!" The snake like face stopped and felt his once dead heart pound again.
Suddenly and without warning, he was bombarded with fragments of gagged glass.
"Master!" Belltrix shouted, but of course when they glass was pulled away he was gone and Harry fainted.
At the Grave of his Father, Voldemort sat down, grasping the ground and ripping at the ground with his now broken fingernails, his heart throbbing painfully whenever he said 'her' name in his head.
But she was dead and he no plan of becoming weak like that again! He held his head letting the tears for his once beloved fall down his snake like face and on his father's grave.
"How could you leave me like that!?" He shouted and a grave stone blowing up behind him due to his anger.
She spoke in his head like if she was there
"Because you let it take over you, you never let me in, always shutting me out; how could you?" Her soft voice stopped his sad sobs and he felt safe again.
"I wanted you in my heart I wanted you there in my old unbolted heart!" He shouted to himself.
His face then contorted as he looked to the side. Belltrix walk up behind him and he turned to see her with a worried glance at him.
"Master, are you alright?" she ask looking at him with the thoughtful, half-crazed eyes of hers. He sighed and stood up leaning over her and almost glaring at her.
"Yes. Yes I 'm fine. Why? Do you think I am Potter?!" she shook her head no and quickly mumbled that she was sorry for asking such dumb questions.
Without a word more, Voldemort turned and apparated to his hideout.
Somewhere at the hide out, Voldemort closed the door and walk up another set of steps to a room were the door opened by itself.
This room was special, since he could only leave the room (the room meaning the attic) by thinking of the sad love story he had once shared a long time ago.
He sat at a chair like throne and held his head. He could remember everything like it was yesterday… like 'she' was yesterday. Like if he could hold her again and not want that thing to grab her away from him again.
He could almost feel her lips her smell of her hair and the way she had ever tried to make a move on him, he even remembered the way she held on to him when he took her for ride on a broomstick, through the woods to show her the field so maybe she could teach him how to make friends with a tree whisper.
He smiles to himself when he thought about they had both fallen into the black lake and had been soaked wet to the bone.
He chuckled when he could hear her soft laughter chime through his dark dainty room.
And as Voldemort closed his snake like eyes, memories became real, like they had only happened a few moments ago.
Sometime In the Life of Tom Riddle Jr. (5th year student).
Tom Riddle walked strongly down the hall of the humming train to school.
He would have thought to himself that he was great since he was now in the 5th level of wizardry. 'He was the best in the school. No, soon the world', he would think as he passed another cabin with two lovers snogging each other, and another cabin with five friends talking and laughing together.
He laughed to himself "love is for the pathetic and low hearted. " he mumbled under his breath.
Love was one of the reasons he hated his father and his mother, hell even his whole family if they were still alive.
'If they are still alive' ran through his head causing him to clench his fist in one hand and griped his books in his other.
Moving sideways for a first year to pass by he slipped into a compartment that was empty of students and sat down and opened one of his books of dark arts and got started.
HA HA HA HA lol sorry, look I'm kind of new at this but I'll tell you something, I'm having my cousin help me out so I'll get better. Because if you look at my favorite Author you'll see Childofstorms and let me just say her Fanfictions are well written so think again before setting me aside! Please comment and tell what you think! Thank you peoples :D
(Newly added on April 4, 2010)
Childofstorms: LOL! This was soooo much fun to edit, good job cuz!
SomethingEvilComesThisWay: Get off my author's notes!
Child: No wayz dude, I'm an editor and your cuz, I deserve a SMALL part of your author's Note :P
SECTW: NOW!
Child: Gotta catch me :D *pales* Oh SHOOT! She's got a chainsaw! Help!
SECTW: MUAHAHAHAHAHAA!
Child: If ya kill me, who'll edit for you!?
SECTW: *pauses* I know! Hermione can!
Hermione: How did I become part of this?
Ron: Hey, 'Mione, I got the popcorn.
Child: Why do you have popcorn?
Ron: To watch SECTW chase you around…wow, is that a flamethrower?
Child: ACK!!! Help me!
Ron: *Turns to the audience* If you want Childofstorms to stay alive, please review.
Hermione: Yep, It'll calm down SECTW and make her happy again.
Both: JUST CLICK THAT BUTTON DOWN THERE!
Child: HELP ME PLEASE! I CAN'T RUN FOREVER!!!!
Moral of the Author's Note, NEVER tick off a redhead. You'll die.
