Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
AN: This drabble is for my very good friend Callie. She is one of the most amazing people in the world.
Voldemort's P.O.V
I honestly can't say why I let her stay the first time she turned up in the library, invading my alone place.
Nor why when she returned the next night and night after, one word or look she'd have left without hesitation.
Technically the library belonged to Lucius Malfoy, but everybody knew not to bother me while I sit in there.
Everybody except Bella who continues to turn up night after night, sits by the fireplace without a uttering word.
I cannot fathom why I allow her to sit there with the blazing fire reflecting from the fireplace in her eyes.
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