ABC Drabbles

E is for Eggnog

Warning: Angst! OOC!!

" Avada Kedavra"- English

$ Avada Kedavra$- Parseltongue

-Avada Kedavra-  Thought Speech

His lover adored Christmas. The sparkling lights and wrapped presents never failed to put a smile on the green eyed child's face and a look of innocent wonderment in his eye. His lover was the most beautiful when he was so happy.

The Dark Lord sighed as he swirled his mug of eggnog. He hated the stuff. But his lover couldn't get enough of it. There were a few select people that loved eggnog. His lover was one. He was not.

Flashback:

"Hey Tom?"

"What is it, love?"

"You've got to try this!"

The Dark Lord suddenly found a Christmas themed mug full of eggnog in his face.

"It's so good! Tom, it tastes like Christmas!"

Voldemort grimaced, but drank some to please his love. Blrgh... it was awful.

His love was unable to drink eggnog anymore. He was unable do anything anymore, really. Just lie coldly alone in his grave; haunting the Dark Lord's thoughts.

And it hurt so badly to be alone again.

Flashback:

"Harry, love."

"Yes?"

Harry looked confused at the wand his lover pointed at him.

"I'm sorry."

"Tom? Wha-?"

I'm so sorry, love."

"Tom!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

He hadn't wanted to kill his lover, but the prophecy was so clear! He was the Dark Lord! He had responsibilities and such! Ambitions! He couldn't allow something so trivial as love to get in his way!

Or so he had thought.

The Dark Lord missed his lover so badly! It hurt every time he turned around to hug a lover that was not there, or woke up in his bed alone. His Harry with whom he could no longer share his triumphs with, nor share his joys.

Voldemort clutched his mug of eggnog to his chest. He knew he was not a nice man. He was neither kind, nor fair. But his Harry was. And all he wanted for Christmas was his lover to come back to him.

He squeezed the mug to his chest and the Dark Lords shoulders started to shake...

Please come back.