My Love for Tom Riddle

Avada Kedavra

A/N: Edited

My parents are buried in the cemetery of my hometown. They had their graves placed right next to mine. Little did anybody know, I wasn't there anymore.

When I go to visit, or to just think about things, I have to teleport inside the Riddle House which overlooks the cemetery so that nobody will see. 

I expected to teleport into an empty house, nothing here except covered, dusty furniture and roaming, lonely ghosts. Unfortunately, that's far from the truth the moment I materialized. I was in a room filled with Death Eaters, and in the center of them all was Voldemort.

He looks nothing like the Tom Riddle I grew to know and love. His is was a bluish-grey, his lush black hair is gone completely, and his nose is just like a snake's just two slits for air to enter and leave his lungs.

At first glance it seems her resembles nothing of his former appearance, but when I look into his eyes, they are still the brilliant blue I once thought I could see from space.

I'm frozen in place, mesmerized by him, by seeing him here. He seems to be just as stunned as I am, because he stands frozen like me, staring.

Then everything seems to happen in slow motion: a Death Eater grabs me from behind while others raise their wands and yell, "Avada Kedavra!" Deep in the voices, I hear Voldemort shout, "No!" But it was too late. 

I close my eyes as green lights begin to flash.

To Be Continued...