4Title: The Unknown Version
Author: ShireFey (Aka: PoetryQueen or Tabatha)
Pairing: Squickiness- LV pining over Harry
Genre: Slash Drabble
Rating: Squick? err R...XXX something like that just because of ickiness (J/K.. K)
Beta: None Tear
Warnings: LV is nasty and pining over a lil' kid
Summary:Lord Voldermort reveals his true feelings
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
The day I was born I was destined for what some call greatness. I can't call killing greatness. I can look into the future and see the ones I must kill but then I realize that they to were destined for something they never chose. I ask myself silently why I must be the one to kill. I wish that I could just stop killing but I can't. I find my hand raising and even though my mind is screaming 'No, stop, prove you still have a heart' my mouth says those to feared words 'Avada Kedavra'. All it takes is those two words for another part of me to die inside.
The only time I ever was able to fight the words was for him. I screamed inside as I quickly killed his father and made my way to his mother and him. One look at him and I knew I couldn't kill the child. His mother begged for me to just let the boy live and I, inside myself, felt my fury grow, although the I had already sent the curse to his mother I pulled the wand away and stopped my lips from releasing the proper words. I instead found myself looking down at my body and the boy, who was not dead, did have a strikingly beautiful mark above his brow of a lighting bolt. Finally I showed I had a heart even though no one will ever believe or know it was the truly me who saved him.
18 years later
'If only it hadn't ended this way.' I think as I look down at my love as he cast the spell to trap my soul. Harry Potter... The Boy Who Lived... The Boy Who Became The Man I Loved... How ironic I let him kill me because I loved him.
"Finally it's over." Harry said quietly to no one but the spirit stone in his hand. A young girls hand could be felt on his shoulder.
"Come on Harry. We need to go..." Ginny said softly
Harry whispered softly. "It's over." He never knew how right he was.
The End - Fin - Non Magis