A/N: Okay everyone! I got three reviews so I shall continue... for now. I will need constant support for this little guy (I mean the story, of course) so he will flourish into the novella he wants to become (Oh yes, you heard me. novella. fun word). Still no Tommy in this chapter but I promise he's coming. Voldemort can't stay old forever, can he? I did the math and he's like ninety in this story. Ugh. He's practically ancient! So here's chapter two. Enjoy (or try to. this chapter is kind of a downer - just giving you a heads up.). And if it isn't too much to ask for can you leave a review for me? Constructive criticism welcome as well as those reviewers who simply say, 'dude, i like read your story.' Anyways... onward with the totally generic disclaimer!

Disclaimer: You dare insult J.K.R. by saying I could come up with such a complex plot as her? (p.s. I do find Harry Potter to be the most complex series ever. I mean, who could think of Horcruxes and the Deathly Hallows and all that jazz? JKR truly is a creative genius, you know.)

Love Doesn't Exist

Chapter Two

A twenty-three-year-old Felicity was sitting on her couch, absentmindedly biting her thumbnail while reading The Daily Prophet. If she didn't hear some sort of news soon, she go insane from waiting. She began to tap her feet and momentarily listened to the click-clack of her heels against the wooden floor. Her anxiety soon took over. Felicity flung the newspaper to the cushion behind her and buried her face in her hands. He has to be alright. He has to. He just has to be okay… she kept repeating to herself, so many times that the very words started to sound strange to her.

"Felicity!" She drew in a sharp intake of breath. She wasn't expecting a head to pop into her fireplace. However, soon realizing this would be the news she was asking for, Felicity jumped from her comfortable position on the couch and scurried over to her fireplace. She was utterly surprised to find whose head was sticking out of the fire.

"Mr. Potter, sir!" She crouched down to the fire, running a hand through her blond curls. She couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious around her boss, especially when the man was the famous Harry Potter.

"I've told you a million times to call me Harry, Felicity. I've known you for six years. You were my protégé, for Merlin's sake." Felicity furrowed her brow. This was Harry Potter; she thought she ought to show him some respect.

"But…Mr. Potter, sir…" Harry groaned, knowing he wasn't getting anywhere.

"Never mind about that just now! But Felicity…" Harry paused, discovering the next words particularly difficult to spit out, "We found him…" Felicity was too excited. She'd spent the last week in agony waiting for this news. She was so happy she could almost kiss Harry, but then she knew Mrs. Potter wouldn't be too thrilled with her. But Harry broke her from her reverie. She knew the Head of the Auror Department's tone was far too sympathetic. It just didn't add up. Wouldn't he be happy? Something was wrong.

"What's wrong? He's okay, isn't he?" The panic was now apparent in her voice. Harry just sighed.

"You'd better come down the office as soon as possible. This isn't something that should be said through a fireplace." These words were not at all reassuring and only succeeding in making Felicity's heart drop to the floor. She bit her bottom lip, hoping against hope that this was just a dream.

"Thank you, Mr. Potter. I'll be there in a few minutes." Felicity said, flames dancing in her eyes.

"See you soon." With that, Harry's head was gone. Miss Tylers moved as swiftly as she could. In one quick motion, she was standing up straight and allowed her fingers to drift over her wand. And in a flash, Felicity was no longer standing in her house.

Though it was typically preferred that Ministry workers walk to the restroom, Felicity figured the rules might be broken just this once. She apparated directly into the line waiting for the next bathroom stall to become available.

"Hello Felicity! I thought you had finished working for the day. I saw you leaving earlier." Felicity gave the woman a faint smile, but did not make any attempt for conversation. No matter how agreeable the other woman was, she was in no mood to talk to Susan Bones right now. Felicity shoved through the long line of Ministry workers and entered the nearest stall. She heard a couple of people grumble at her abrupt actions but pushed through them the hardest. She had a perfectly good reason to be so rude.

Felicity quickly flushed herself down and was soon running through the Ministry of Magic's Atrium. Apparently, no one understood that Felicity needed to hurry because the people around her were all as slow as molasses. She shoved past her coworkers and dove into the elevator before the doors had a chance to shut on her.

For the first time since her conversation with Harry Potter, Felicity Tylers was motionless. Her heart was still pounding and she sensed something stir in the back of her mind. The eyes. Red and gleaming with evil. Could the person behind those eyes be the reason she was here? She felt her mind drift away. The anger came. She clenched her fist and pressed her lips hard together so she wouldn't scream with rage. Whenever she thought of the eyes, she always became so angry. Felicity couldn't explain it to anyone, for she couldn't make any sense of it herself.

She very nearly pulled out her wand and sent a curse out to the nearest person, but instead a monotone voice entered her mind, notifying her that she had reached her destination. Felicity flew from the elevator and entered the Auror Department. She ran right past her desk to Mr. Potter's office. Swinging the door open as rashly as possible, Felicity screamed, "Where is he? Where's my brother?"

Harry didn't seem at all surprised to see Felicity act this way. She was fiercely protective of her family and he expected this, if not more. In a perfectly composed voice, Harry Potter replied, "Felicity, you have to calm down. I'll take you to see Jack when you've calmed down." Harry's green eyes, somewhat covered by his circular glasses, seemed to pacify her a bit. Felicity screwed up her oval face and used a hand to rub out all the anger.

"I'm sorry, sir. Please, take me to him." Mr. Potter nodded a bit too sadly for Felicity's liking, walked right past her, and out his office door.

Felicity followed him to room usually left for detainees when the Aurors recently made an arrest. She knew there were only three things in the room. Two chairs and a steel table. Her heart stopped as she saw the body lying on the table. "Jackie…" she whispered, though she knew he wouldn't answer her. She knew he was dead.

He looked dreadful. His short blond hair was unkempt and matted with blood. His handsome, angular face was hardly even recognizable it was so bruised and cut. Felicity couldn't breathe. She almost broke down into tears. She inched towards her brother's body, feeling so hopelessly lost. She reached her right hand out and grabbed his mangled left one. "Jack…" Felicity allowed herself a moment of grief. One tear rolled down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away and let her heart grow rigid. No emotions would shine through. She was a stonewall. Felicity turned back to her boss.

"What happened, Mr. Potter, do you know?" Felicity questioned, her voice steady.

Harry shook his head. "From all we can tell, he was tortured – for information, most likely – until someone finally sent the Killing Curse his way." Felicity nodded slowly. Who could possible want to torture her brother for information? He didn't have a special job; he wasn't an Unspeakable or anything like that. He was just a scout for the Hollyhead Harpies…nothing dangerous.

"Who found his…body?" She almost didn't want to say it. Because saying the word 'body' meant he was just that, a body. There was no life in him. He was really dead, gone.

"Ron Weasely found him in the Shrieking Shack like that." He pointed to Jack's lifeless corpse. "He had only been dead a couple of hours." Suddenly, Felicity wasn't listening anymore. Did Mr. Potter just say Shrieking Shack?

"I'm s-sorry, Mr. Potter, sir, you said the Shrieking Shack?" A very bad feeling was washing over Felicity. Shrieking Shack? That was too much of a coincidence.

"Yes, the Shrieking Shack. I was just wondering, Felicity, there wouldn't be anyone you could think of that would do this to Jack, is there?" Yes, she wanted to scream out, but that's impossible!

"No, not that I can think of." Harry nodded curtly as Felicity turned back to her brother's carcass. She felt a hand rest on her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Felicity. I just wanted to let you know the Ministry has taken care of a funeral for you. We'll do everything for you. I'd do no less for a friend." His tone was compassionate and empathetic. Felicity knew he had also lost many people to Death's cruel touch. She turned to face him once more and gave a reassuring grin.

"Thank you… Harry."

The funeral service for Jack Tylers was fairly short. A few words were said about his extraordinary ability to pick great players for Quidditch by his friends and then it came time for Felicity to speak. "My brother wasn't an exceedingly bright person. He didn't have much brains, nor brawn, nor diligence. But when he walked into a room you would always be able to tell Jack Tylers was there. He had an uncanny ability to cheer up anyone. I never laughed more than I did when I was with him. He was a great man, loyal, loving. He gave everything he had in life. And he continues to give everything in death. When you remember Jack Tylers I hope you will remember his kind words, his motivating speeches, his humorous personality. But most of all, I hope you will remember that he died as he lived, always daring, refusing to give in. I hope you will all remember my brother. Goodbye Jackie…" Felicity lifted Jack's favorite broomstick up onto her brother's coffin. Although Felicity said she always laughed with Jackie around, she didn't laugh today. She continued with her emotionless tone of voice. Her heart was frigid. There would be no tears. She had to stay strong for her father.

Mr. Tylers stood next to his daughter. He wasn't nearly as composed as her. He was a broken man, a shadow of a man. He had lost so much. First, his darling wife. And now, his favorite child. Tears streamed down his face though no one could tell. He had his hands safely covering his eyes. After Jack's coffin was lowered into the ground, Felicity came to her father and put one arm around his broad shoulders.

"Papa…it'll be okay. I'll take care of you now. I promise. Jackie wouldn't have wanted you to feel so brokenhearted over him. Come on, let's go home." Felicity tried to pull him away from his son's gave by shoving his shoulder lightly, but he didn't budge. "Papa?" Mr. Tylers gave no reply. He shrugged off Felicity's arm, sank into the ground, and stared blankly at Jack's gravestone. "Alright, Papa, you can come to my house when you're ready. I'll be waiting for you there." Felicity turned away from him, received others' final condolences, and quickly apparated to her home.

Immediately, she could tell something was off. She had apparated to her bedroom and sensed another presence in the room. She began to drawn her wand from underneath her all-black robes and searched around the room for any sign of life. "Back from the funeral already? You must not have been too sad." Felicity froze. The voice was so high, yet so cold, that it rendered her immobile. She wondered if the man – the voice definitely belonged to a man – had cast some sort of Body-Binding Curse on her. He walked out of the shadows of her bedroom and into the moonlight.

The first thing Felicity noticed was the eyes. Red. Blood red eyes. That could only mean one thing. "V-Voldemort." The less-than-human creature grinned deliciously. Felicity was suddenly more afraid than she had ever been in her entire life. She was even more scared than Voldemort's first meeting with her. Before, she had Jackie…now, there was absolutely no one near. No one to hear her scream. Her father probably wouldn't be home for hours. Nobody would find her body for a while. The thought terrified her so much she went numb.

"You know me even though we haven't seen each other for nineteen years? I'm impressed." Felicity tried to pull out her wand, but she was still stuck to the floor, unable to move. "I wouldn't try any spells, girl. I have you immobilized. Wouldn't want you apparating away, would we?" Yes... or I would, at least.

"You're supposed to be dead. Harry Potter killed you!" Felicity spat out. Her fear of Voldemort swiftly sputtered out, and all that was left was cold and hard rage for the creature that destroyed so many innocent lives, including her own.

"Silly girl, did you really think I'd allow a seventeen-year-old boy kill Lord Voldemort?" He chuckled, as if the thought of it was hilarious. "No, I simply faked my death. I'm sure you've heard of Horcruxes?"

"Of course I have! It's now required seventh years learn of them in Hogwarts." Voldemort grinned, evilly. If anything, he seemed pleased to hear it. "But what does that have to do with me?" Her stomach dropped. As soon as the word formed on her lips, she knew exactly what that had to do with her. She whispered slowly, before Voldemort had the chance to answer. "You made me your last Horcrux…" Voldemort closed the distance between the two. She was forced to watch as he bent down to her ear and spoke so softly no one but Felicity and himself would've been able to hear the words.

"I must confess the effect was quite unintentional. That's why I had to track both your brother and you down. I hoped your brother would have the part of my soul – for obvious reasons – so I found him first. One word with him and I knew you were the Horcrux. My soul wouldn't latch itself onto that fool." Felicity clenched her teeth. She would've cursed him right there if she could move her arm. How dare he insult her brother right after his funeral? Then the thought occurred to her. How could she have been so stupid?

"You killed my brother? It was you! You will pay for what you've…" Felicity yelled at Voldemort, the anger spilling into her heart like a dam that had just broken. She was stopped, however, by Voldemort's cold voice.

"I didn't kill your brother. He killed himself. He didn't answer my questions about you even after I gave him a little incentive, but he still didn't divulge your whereabouts. I grew tired of the torture and ended his misery. If he had answered my questions, he might still be alive." Felicity half-snorted, half-laughed. Voldemort glared at her with red eyes, but his voice remained completely calm. "You dare question my mercy?"

"I know you aren't merciful. If you were merciful, I'd be dead already. I wouldn't have to listen to you ramble on about all your incredible power and might." Lord Voldemort laughed.

"Dear Felicity, you know I can't kill you. That would kill me. And I must live forever."

"So what are you going to do with me?" Felicity questioned, her voiced laced with poison.

"What do you think I'm going to do with you?" The game was starting to annoy her. If only she could move! He'd have been unconscious on the floor already!

"I can only guess that I won't see my friends for a while, if I ever see them again." Voldemort laughed quietly.

"You're a smart girl. I'm glad you have some wit or this wouldn't be nearly as interesting. Now, take my hand. We're apparating to a new location." As if she would actually take it, Voldemort held out his long hand and Felicity felt the Body-Bind Curse lift from her tense body. Felicity was half-tempted to draw her wand and shoot a curse at the snake-like man in front of her. Unfortunately, however, he had his wand pointed directly at her. No, Voldemort didn't really expect Felicity to escape. He was testing her. To see if she would actually take his hand willingly. She didn't move a muscle.

"Even if I come with you, that doesn't mean I'll go quietly." Her fingers were quivering with icy anger.

"You will come. As we speak, one of my Death Eaters is watching your father mourn your wretched brother's life. Any trouble with you at all, my dear Felicity, and I will give command to kill your precious father." That shut Felicity up. She wouldn't bring her father into this. Voldemort could sense Felicity's resolve had weakened somewhat and extended a pasty, flaky white hand to the blond witch's shoulder. She shuddered at his frigid grip and allowed her face to show her abhorrence.

"Does my appearance disgust you?" Voldemort asked. Felicity suddenly felt like the Dark Lord wished his complexion to be so horrible. She kept her eyes on the wall in front of her.

"It isn't your appearance that disgusts me. It is your actions." Voldemort snarled before Felicity could feel herself apparating.

When Felicity reopened her eyes, she was standing in a large foyer with a grand Victorian appeal to it. "Welcome to Albania, Miss Tylers, your new home." Felicity swallowed difficultly as she felt Voldemort's breath on her ear.

A/N: There you have it! The second chapter! So how was it? I hope you likey...I certainly did. It was so much fun writing the banter between Voldy and Lissy. hehe.