A Dark Love

the beginning

They were alone in the room. Harry, and Voldemort. Harry watched as the spidery white hands idly played with the long, sleek wand. The face that stared back at Harry was an inhuman mask, white as chalk with red eyes and slitted nostrils, but when Voldemoet spoke, his voice was filled with emotion. " You know Harry Potter, that I must kill you in the end". "I know," Harry said quietly, "I just don't understand why. All I ever did was- was to love you.."he stared at the ground, struggling to keep his face blank and devoid of feeling. " Exactly" Voldemoet said silkily, pacing the room, "You know, Potter, that I reciprocate..." Voldemoet reached out a hand, stroking Harry's face, but then snatched it back. "No!! I'm vulnerable when I'm around you. I will not-can not, be so weak. When I heard the prophecy, I knew you would be my only threat. But I never thought it would be in this way that you would destroy me" "Destroy YOU?", Harry yelled, "Your the one killing me. Not just later- I know, I know you have to do it, and I want you to. But don't you realize how hard it is for me to live without you, knowing that I could be with you. To live in a place where no one understands me, and our love must always be a secret. Sometimes I wonder if this-whatever it is, is even real? I remember our times together and I fancy it's just a dream, just my imagination..."he trailed off, sighing. " How could you say that? My beautiful boy, how could you even think of it?" Voldemort said, "This is our curse, our burden to bear. Do not think I haven't felt the same way you do. Isolated, lonely...We were never meant to be together, yet we want to be so much." Harry had nothing to say, there was nothing to say, and a long silence stretched out through the room. "I love you," Voldemoet whispered, "but now I must leave you" and he glided to the window, leaped out and flew away leaving Harry more alone than he had ever felt before.