A Thorn-Torn Soul of Thunder Weeps For the Rain

by Black-Diamonds
 
 

Chapter 1
Power / Passionless Violence
 

“I was never faithful
And I was never one to trust
Borderlining schizo
And guaranteed to cause a fuss”
-“Black Eyed” by Placebo
 

An evil grin flitted on the lips of the tall figure cloaked in black. From his patent black shoes
to the silvery blonde hair which framed his face, he was a picture of perfection...had it not
been for his cold, cruel heart, which was as dark as a moonless night. The stars outside the
castle appeared to tremble with fear.

*

“Voldemort, do you fear me?” Draco Malfoy sneered. Riddle said nothing, but bowed lower,
until his head was touching the floor.

“Answer me!” Draco yelled. “Answer me or you will suffer a fate worse than death!”

“I do not dare defy you, Malfoy. You have proved you are far greater than I.”

“The Great Dark Lord, quivering at my feet.” Draco smiled maliciously. “Ah, a sight which
has come none too soon. Tell me, oh great one,” a spiteful leer appears across his face, “Am
I not the most powerful?”

“No.” A low gravelly whisper. “You are not.”

“YOU LIE!” Draco screamed, his face flushed with rage. “You lie and tell me what you know
is not true. Well then, oh most wise and fearful Voldemort, who is, in your most lowly opinion,
the most powerful.”

“Harry Potter your greatness.”

A blinding flash and a painful final scream and he was gone.

“I never liked you much anyway.” Draco looked at his reflection in a mirror on the wall and
smiled. The boy/man in the mirror smiled back. He liked how he looked.

“Good job sir...” The mirror cooed. “If I may say so, you certainly look strapping in
that...cloak.”

“Shut up Roger.”

“Certainly sir...Goodnight then.”

Draco turned sharply and went back to his immensely large bedroom.
 
 
 

Chapter 2