It had been three days since the last raid and the people of Wizarding world were growing suspicious. Their nights of rest became restless as mild thoughts of an upcoming raid thundered through their minds. They feared whats to come and when it'll come. Will the raid occur while they rest, or during an event such as Quiditch match? They dreaded the future and what it beholds due to the sudden disappearance of the powerful Dark Lord and his followers. Rumors were spread like wild fire, some with Him murdered by a spy of the light or Dumbledore himself, funny how creative people become when it comes to a certain person they loath. His name no matter how many people thought him died was not uttered even by the bravest of them all.
His location remained unknown along with his existence to the Wizarding World, however his followers knew all due to the vibrant Dark Mark tattooed upon they're wrists. Although, they knew they're Lord is well and alive, not all knew of his whereabouts expat for is inner circle of followers.
"How could you have lied to him?!" Hissed Voldemort through clenched teeth. "Taking him away, I understand! But lying to him about what he is..? Are you bloody insane woman?!" Although his words left his mouth in a rapid rate, without a draw of breath between each sentence or word, Esme understood everything he had said. Her head dropped in shame at her crime. Hiding the fact that Hadrian is magical from him, was a crime against Magic itself. She hated herself and regretted her actions, but sometimes through desperation people tend to make an action without thinking. Guilt swelled inside her chest, sending burning sensation throughout her body. Her eyes stung with tears as they welled up. One tear slipped down her cheeks as she whispered. "I'm sorry.. I-I wasn't thinking.."
His eyebrows frowned in confession and his arm reacted by capturing her chin with his hands and harshly forcing her head upwards to look directly into her eyes. "What was that? Speak up woman!" He was seething with anger and almost slipped into parseltongue.
Esme starred directly into those fierce red orbs, for a second she almost drifted into the memories of them, almost. Muttering Legilimency the Dark Lord softly searched her mind. He wasn't ready to see himself and her again, to be honest he thought she despise him. However, he thought wrong. If the memories he was seeing were anything to go by, he'd say she still loved him and not the many boyfriends she want out with. Slowly, he departed her mind.
His anger, as quickly as it approached faded and the Dark Lord was once again, Tom Riddle.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter and
I'm sorry that its shorter than the others,
but cliffhangers are just awesome they keep y'll hanging around ;)
I'll try to update as much as I can but this story is running on two websites.. and I have other stories that need to be updated.
Other then that, I love you!
YOU ARE PERFECT!
Love,
SH