A Change of Heart

Chapter Three

Voldemort examined his features in the mirror. He was frowning heavily. The magic that was activated when he touched Potter had somehow reversed the transformation process. He looked more human, more like the muggle father he despised.
Of course, he was not completely changed in appearance. But his nose was there. And his eyes were not snake like. Nor was his mouth. But he was still pale, his eyes were still red and... He examined his body. It looked stronger, more healthy. And yet, he felt weak. He realized that he was hungry.
He compressed his lips. Had he miscalculated by choosing to use Potter's blood? His knowledge of the magic that had protected Potter from him that first time was sketchy at best. But he could not imagine that the old magic of love could be stronger than the darker arts that he knew. And from what he knew, Potter's blood should have made him stronger. It should have allowed him to touch the boy, to caress the soft skin...
He frowned heavily. What was he thinking! He'd never been subjected to desires of the flesh. And if he ever felt the need, there were those who were more than willing to oblige him. But he had never understood what it was about the act that made people lose control over themselves.
And now, a part of him was actually craving to touch a school boy! That simply did not make any sense. He was Lord Voldemort. He was the most powerful wizard to have ever lived. He was immortal. And for all his faults, he was no pedophile. But that was because he found the whole concept of sex revolting and to do it with a less than mature body was repulsive.
Then why did he feel the desire to touch Potter? Why was he even thinking of Potter? He should be thinking of killing the boy. He was locked up, bound, helpless, at his mercy. Why was he still keeping him alive?
Voldemort compressed his lips and looked at the mirror again. He did not look even remotely threatening. But the mirror was old. As was everything else in this house, his father's old house.
Voldemort swept out of the room, scowling.
What happened to his hatred of Harry Potter?