I Offer You My Devotion -Tom Riddle-

I Offer You My Devotion -Tom Riddle-

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"It's been ten years and I still can't seem to stop loving you." She looked towards him with the same genuine smile that she always gave him. "But it seems like in those ten years you still can't find a small fraction of it to pay me back." Like everyone else, Voldemort once experienced the thrill of youth. It wasn't exactly the exact thrill as any other person, but it certainly was something he ought to favor for the rest of his days. Esmeralda Black, one of the brightest students of Beauxbatons until she was forced to move to England and transfer to a school called Hogwarts, due to the war that's currently raging in the Wizarding world. Coming from a school that's known for teaching dark magic, she certainly was able to pull the interest of a certain boy.
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He had achieved almost everything he had wanted. He had power and he was immortal. And yet, there were a few things he hadn't achieved. He had not been able to get rid of his fear of defeat. And he had not been able to forget what had happened that fateful night fifteen years ago. If you asked him whether he has rued what happened that night, he would tell you that there's no room for repentance or contrition where there's not even a conscience. Yet he would tell you that although he felt no remorse that did not mean he did not regret. Sometimes you only know what you've had when you lose it. Sometimes it needs loss to inspire perception. Sometimes you need a second chance. And sometimes you get it. ********** This is the sequel to my story "Poison", and I guess it's necessary to have read "Poison" for "Perception" to make sense, so please feel invited to read "Poison" first if you haven't done so yet ;-)

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