They felt a spark of feeling for the first time.
He fell
He fell for her
He fell for a dark, depressed, angry, manipulative girl
She was a dark lady
But she was His dark lady.
She fell
She fell for him
She fell for a dark, psychotic, controlling, angry persuasive boy.
He was lonely, she was lonely, but they had each other.
She was his dark lady and he was her dark lord.
They strived to perfect the wizarding world and rule it together.
Splitting their souls.
He allowed her, gave her permission to make her own Horcruxs so she lives by him forever, His One True Love.
They killed, tortured and humiliated living beings, but they were at peace, they were complete psychopaths. People feared them.
They feared the Dark lord and his lady.
Voldemort and velda.
Tom Marvolo Riddle lived no more
Voldemort was now, his past, his present and his future.
No one is completely good and no one is only bad. Every dark person chose that way. It could have been because of bad upbringing, hunger for power or a failed love.
Take Tom Riddle for example. He was a brilliant, charming, handsome young man, who always had been distant....different. His youth in Wool's orphanage was harsh and he was treated like a toy, a freak, an outcast, a monster. His good looks didn't save him there but only seemed to push him further away from the light.
But he did love, did feel the power of friendship. It was unusual for him to show affection but he was very much capable of it. But only to one person. A girl, which had casted a spell over his heart. Someone who was like him...different but special.
This is the story of how Tom Riddle changed and the fight of a young girl to keep him from turning into the one she feared.
~Started June 2015~
Completed February 8 2016~
(*disclaimer* all rights and characters go to J.K. Rowling except my own characters of course.)