Anima Libera

Song: Anima Libera by Emi

Anima libera, 
ti senti candida, 
lassù nel cielo volerai 

Free soul, you feel flawless
up there in the sky you will fly

The Dark Lord's lover was born to fly. As much of a clumsy, klutzy, adorable man he was on land; he was elegance, beauty, and confidence in the air. His entire person changed; became more.

At first he had been very reluctant to allow his lover this avenue from which he could escape. Here he was just handing his love the tools to leave him! Fly far away and disappear forever.

But, the Dark Lord hadn't regretted it. How could he? The joy that sparkled in his lover's jewel like eyes more than crushed those dark doubts.

Well, that and the fact that his lover always, always, flew back to where he belonged. Beside his Dark Lord.



Anima libera, 
sempre mi illumina, 
nel buio dei pensieri miei 

Free soul, always lights me up
in the darkness of my thoughts

The Dark Lord was not a happy man. Yes, he knew very well that Dark Lords are not a particularly, erm, joyous breed, but Voldemort's inner thoughts were a very twisted and pain filled place.

It was not unusual for him to sit at his large mahogany desk, in his large empty office and ponder dark anguished thoughts. At least there were a variety of things he could contemplate, he supposed.

On days like this, when the rebellions of the Light grew too much, he would ponder why these people thought he was such a despicable ruler that they would throw away their lives to replace him.

He tried so hard. The Wizarding world was many times more efficient and productive now. His laws were fair. Crime rates dropped. Muggle discovery was next to nonexistent. Yet he still wasn't good enough! Why did they hate him?

This train of thought usually blended into thoughts of his childhood. Of the orphans that tormented him, for no reason at all. Then the students at school whom taunted his tainted blood.

Dumbledore who already gave him up to be evil, and never believed him. Even the family that rejected him. He hated them all. They made who he had become!

Now though, the Dark Lord had one shining light. Someone who didn't hate or fear him. Someone who believed in him. Someone who... dare he say it? Someone who loved him!

Suddenly, the door to his office flew open.

"Tom?"

"Yes, love?"

"Are you done brooding yet? Winky got into the butterbeer again... Um... you might need to take a look at this..."

"You gave that drunkard butterbeer?"

"Um... No?"

Voldemort groaned playfully. His Lover caused trouble everywhere!

"At least your little Death Eaters aren't pink this time!"

Harry pipe up, smiling his most adorable smile at his Dark Lord.

"No.." the man drawled, "but they are orange aren't they?"

He waited for an answering laugh at his joke... but all he was a sheepish grin from his love.

Harry shrieked as he was chased out of the room by a maniacal Dark Lord... And said Dark Lord didn't notice as his dark moods and thought were chased away by his light's visit.