The Hidden Darkness

Prologue

    Even the Devil weeps when he remembers he was once had wings.

     Lord Voldemort Wept alone in the comfort of his chair. All of the death eaters had been told not to enter until he said it was okay. He was remembering. Remembering the one person who truly loved all of him. Mira LeForte. She silenced his demons. She should have been the one who stirred them the most. She silenced them. Made them stop for once. 

      "LeForte. Why did you do this to me?" He asked as he stared at the picture of her. It was a painting like the ones at Hogwarts.

      "You did this to yourself Riddle, Don't drag me into you becoming Nose-less, And what beautiful nonexistent hair you have. Seriously, pull yourself together." The painting growled at him. Mira really did speak her mind. Most definitely. 

       "Shut up." He mumbled as she raised an eyebrow.

    "First of all, you're the one talking to me of all people, second of all, it's rude to not reply to someone when they are talking to you. Honestly Riddle, did you skip a few days of manners school? Killing people is also rude." Mira said with a smirk.

    "Is that so? You're one to talk. You must have never even showed up." Tom shot back.

   "Silly boy, i never even enrolled." Mira said with a chuckle.

    "I can tell." Tom muttered. He was talking to the crazy painting. "I'm covering you now, i have a meeting about to take place." He said as she glared.

     "This is the one, I can feel it Riddle. The one where i finally yell out, 'Tom Marvolo Riddle, Uncover me this instance.' And then all your followers will be curious as to why i'm covered and who i am exactly." Mira said as Tom groaned. She said she was going to do it and this time he knew she probably was. She wanted them to all know that he had a soft spot. At one point at least.

       "No you won't." He said lowly.

    "Stop your weeping. Just don't cover me up. I think the people who blindly follow you should know about the first person to actually know your secrets." Mira said as Tom grew angrier.

     "If you don't quit it i'll have to fix your painting again. I might just try to attack." He growled as Mira chuckled.

     "Then i'll travel through the paintings, Find one that they don't cover. Go into it and tell them all your life story." Mira threatened as Tom groaned.

     "I won't now stay extremely still and silent. They put their faith in the fact that i am heartless if they knew about you they would have doubts." Tom muttered.

     "Then down they all fall. Dead and despised by you." Mira said with a crack of a grin. 

    "No Mira. They won't lose faith in me. If they do I'll crucio them." He hissed as her face hardened.

    "You wouldn't dare do that infront of me. I would find a way to kill you. No, i'd make you wish you were dead." Mira said with the iciest tone he had ever heard. The eavesdropping Death eaters gasped to think that someone would talk to their leader like that. They barged in without thinking. Those idiots.

     "Who would dare to talk to our Lord like that?" One of them hissed and then noticed it was Mira. He was one of the very few people who had met her. Back when she revealed her true nature.

        "What are you terrible people doing in here?" She asked innocently as he gulped.

      "Nothing Lady LeForte, We're sorry to interrupt you." The man said avoiding eye contact. She hated this certain man more than a reasonable amount.

      "Who let you in here LeStrange?" She hissed venomously. The others looked at him with curiosity.

      "I'm a Death Eater my Lady." He said with his head still down.

     "Wow Tom, Your standards sure have dropped since i've been in this painting. Is this why you put that silencing spell up when you have meetings?" Mira asked harshly. 

      "Yes Mira. I put the silencing charm up so you don't bust your lid. He is a faithful follower. Less conniving than you but he does fine." Tom said with a smirk. 

      "You're so lucky i don't walk freely, I'd be well over 30 but i'd still kick your arse and LeStrange's and anyone else who has pissed me off in my lifetime that is still alive." Mira muttered as Tom sighed.

       "Who even are you?" A girl asked as Mira's head shot up and LeStrange glared at her.

      "Mira LeForte. Was a Slytherin, was said to be a nice person, people had no idea why i was in slytherin...." Mira was cut off.

      "Until you decided to try and beat LeStrange to death. Now you hate every LeStrange to ever be born or married into the Family." Tom Riddle finished for her.

     "Yeah, that's the story that is the cover up though that is true. But Tom you and i both know the true reason. No need to say it." Mira said with a wicked gleam in her eyes. She was right they both did know what she was talking about.

      Lets start from the beginning. Make of the story of Mira LeForte as you will. Retrace her steps from Eleven years old until death. See why exactly Tom Riddle would have a painting of her like at Hogwarts. It was a cold and Rainy day that this story starts on. Lightning and thunder lit the sky like it ruled the world. It was Mira LeForte's Eleventh Birthday and the lightning was her favorite weather.