A Love Story - Undoing of Fate
Chapter 1 - Precious Illusions
By Ruz
A Love Story - Undoing of Fate
Chapter 1 - Precious Illusions
By Ruz
You're a song, written by the hands of god
Don't get me wrong, this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place, where all my thoughts go hiding
Right under your clothes, is where I find them
Because of you, I forgot those smart ways to lie
Because of you, running out of reasons to cry
When the friends are gone, when the party's over
We will still belong to each other
Underneath Your Clothes, there's an endless story
There's the man I chose, there's my territory
And all the things I deserve, being such a good girl, honey
- Shakira, "Underneath Your Clothes"
“Brilliant… your talent is what I need most… ” Voldemort hissed, letting his eerie voice wash over the boy’s… no, young man’s mind, he reminded himself. The man before him now, was no longer the ignorant, arrogant boy he had met seven years ago. No… definitely not… Kneeling on one knee right and bowing down low, the man before him possessed great strength, deep knowledge, as well as an unclenched thirst for…what?
He did not know, and he knew much things. Then he shall find out, sooner or later. But that shall wait. There are much more important things at his hands now.
“I sense great wisdom in you… ” Voldemort smiled, greatly pleased at what was presented before him.
“Cunningness… willing to do anything to get what you want… ” Voldemort paused, and took his time to observe the beautiful man before him. Yes, beautiful… as beautiful as he is deadly…
“What do you want?” Voldemort asked. Many had been asked the same questions, but few gave a different answer. Power. Wealth. Even vengeance. They were all granted what they wished, in exchange for their services and loyalty. But he knew, that few were loyal. He knew, that it is only fear that binds them to him.
Fear…he used them well…
Voldemort lean back on to his throne, waiting patiently for his reply. He could sense the turmoil in the young man, even though he hid it well.
What does he want?
“Harry Potter.” The clear alto voice said, devoid of any tint of emotion, not betraying any feelings.
“What! You little beast…” Malfoy stuttered, trying to stop his son from saying any word more.
“I’m so sorry, lord…he did not know what he was talking about…” he blabbered; trying to cover up any mistake that he believed his precious son had just made.
Voldemort raised a hand, signaling his servant not to speak any further. Malfoy promptly stopped talking, knowing deeply well what would happen to him if any of the orders are not carried out.
“What do you want, little one?” Voldemort asked again.
The man raised up his head, and stared straight into Voldemort’s cold eyes. His own clear silver eyes gazed into Voldemort’s eyes, staring straight into his soul, exploring them, and did not flinch away at what he saw.
“I want Harry Potter.” Again, the unhesitant reply.
Voldemort paused once again, and Malfoy fidgeted, unsure of what was going through his master’s mind. The silence was getting more and more uncomfortable as seconds, minutes passed.
Finally, after a long wait, Voldemort made up his mind.
Standing up, he extended his gloved hand.
“Join me, and together, we would be able to conquer the whole wizard world! Join me now, and after the wizard world is mine, Harry Potter would be yours…”
Voldemort’s eyes glittered as the man reached for his hand…and took it.
And Voldemort would forever regret this day.
The day he let Draco Malfoy join him.