Chap 3. Voldemort
He entered slowly. A dark glow covered his face, I couldn't see him clearly. But I definitely recognize him. He found me years ago, when he was still a student. He had always had dark wishes.
I've always heard his mysterious story around the castle. The portraits loved gossiping about him. I accept he was a beautiful creature. But, that is what he was for me. A creature. A dark and horrendous creature.
I've heard this time he was around for a job. Like if Dumbledore would give him one.
He was such a hypocrite.
Tom Riddle, or Lord Voldemort as he was asked to be called, stepped nearer to me. And he saw his reflection in my mirror. He had such a beautiful face, with such a nasty soul. I didn't want to see his wishes or dreams reflected on me. But I had to.
All I could see was terror, terror in the people's faces, terror in his follower's faces, terror, terror, terror.
And he was in the middle of all his followers, invading terror in the people's mind. But, I saw in the back of the image a woman. She was beautiful, but I couldn't recognize her.
Tom didn't seem to care about her, but I could feel his love for her. But as he didn't know that what he felt was love, he went away. And then I knew.
That was what Voldemort really wanted. He wanted to feel that feeling, that "love" that everybody talked about. That "love", Dumbledore always bragged about.
But he couldn't accept it to himself. He would always be a soulless creature.