A/N: I'm baack! I'm posting two things in one day! I have nothing to do anyway. Anyway, here's Chapter 4!
Voldemort's P.O.V
"There it goes, another one is gone. Another try, another one is wrong. Where to go! What is there to say….here?" Bree sang. She had an amazing voice! I looked over at Quirrel who was standing in shock. Wow… Bree's voice cut into my thoughts. "I try to be someone but I don't know how, I don't know how. I try to be someone but it's over now. It's over now." I had to sit down. We adopted this girl and she was this talented? " I can see the loneliness in you. I know it well and everybody's got it too." I had to smile at that line. It's like she was singing about the loneliness we both experienced. I had to love her.
Quirrel's P.O.V
"It's over now." Bree sang and she put down the guitar. "GEEZ!" Voldemort said before I could say anything. "Since when are you that talented?" "Talented?" Bree asked, confused. "I'm not talented…" "Yes you are." I said. "Did you even hear me?" she asked. She was refusing to believe she was talented. "Do I have to sing again?" she asked. "I wouldn't mind." Voldemort said, smirking. "I love listening to you sing." Bree's mouth fell open. "Y-you do?" Voldemort nodded. "My p-parents NEVER let me sing. They always told me to shut up if I was practicing." "They aren't your parents, Bree." I said. "We are." She smiled. I keep forgetting. "Play again!" Voldemort said, sounding like a fan boy. Bree giggled and asked, "On the guitar or piano?" "Piano!" I said before Voldemort could say something. "Um, where's your piano?" Bree said. I led her there and she sat down and closed her eyes to think of a song apparently. "I've got it!" she said and started to play a beautiful melody. "Home. I've heard the word before. But it's never meant much more than just a thing I've never had." I smiled. This was beautiful. "A place. They say "Hey know your place but I've never had a place to even know or a face that I could go to if I needed someone there." I wanted to cry. That line was true. She never really had someone to go to. I felt bad for her. "I finally found a place where I'm wanted. This must be how it feels to have a home." She was getting really emotional at this moment. "And I'm trying not to cry. This must be how it feels to have a home!" Bree was smiling and tears were falling from my eyes. "I finally made it I've hoped and I've waited. And for the first time in my life I don't feel so alone. My heart starts to heal to know this is real. This is how it must feels to have..a…home!" She held the last note for a couple of seconds and as soon as her hands left the piano I pulled her into a hug. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Yes." I said. "I'm fine! That was gorgeous!" I exclaimed. "Was it supermegafoxyawesomehot?" she asked. "Supermegafo-wha?" Voldemort said. I laughed. Bree and I were the only ones who knew what it meant. "Inside joke." I told him. Voldemort stared at Bree and I like we were mental. "Anyway," Bree said. "What's the plan for today?" Before we could answer an owl dropped a letter in Bree's lap. She looked confused, (Her hair was red and orange) opened the letter, and gasped. "It's from my former parents!" she said.
Bree's P.O.V
"What?" Voldemort exclaimed. "It's from my former parents!" I said. "Listen this is what it says!" I started to read it to them. To our former daughter, Just so we are clear, we never loved you and we are out to kill you. Yes KILL YOU! We don't even know why you lived with us in the first place. Now that we know where you live you better watch your back. We hope you are living with muggles so you have no way of protecting yourself. So you will be dead soon. Goodbye forever (Hopefully)
The Mansons I looked up. Voldemort and Quirrel were in shock. "Th-they know where I live now." I said. "A-are they coming now?" Quirrel asked. "I don't know. They didn't say. They just told me to watch my back." Voldemort put a hand on my shoulder and I could feel his worry, shock, and….love. It was true. He honestly loved me! He pulled me into a hug and whispered, "No one will hurt you. I promise." I nodded which kinda looked more like me rubbing my head on against his shoulder. "You better promise." I said. Suddenly, we heard the door open. We looked towards the door. "The Mansons" Voldemort whispered.