harryriddle15

I see you there, on the battlefield. I see you there, ready to kill. You and I, together forever Forever together, bound with hatred. Emerald eyes of almond shape Stare into mine with heartfelt rage Emotions running far too high For any of us to care I see you there, on the battlefield. I see you there, ready to kill. You and I, together forever Forever together, bound with fury. Snake-like features twisted in madness You watched me from afar A lunatic guardian, always haunting Ready to end it all right now. I see you there, on the battlefield. I see you there, ready to kill. You and I, together forever Forever together, bo

Harry jumped and sat up in bed, panting softly. He groped for his wand, and once he found it, he waved it once, mouthing 'Lumos' under his breath. The small room lit up slightly, enough to see the dresser, the second bed, and the person inhabiting said bed. Ron was passed out, his arm dangling over the edge of the mattress. Harry pushed his glasses on his nose and clamped a hand over his scar. It was throbbing dully after that last dream... was he seeing through Voldemort again? Impossible, he had been watching from the sidelines... Perhaps he was looking from the perspective of a Death Eater. No matter, a dream with Voldemort was never goo

Voldemort always longed for silence. The constant chattering of his Death Eaters drove him mad. Every so often, when fancy would overcome him, he would find himself slipping out when he was alone (no easy tast, mind you, with a servant like Wormtail), and strolling the grounds of the home they were using as a base of operations. Even as a child, when his soul was still one whole piece of himself, Voldemort loved the moonlight. The way the moon's glow would light up the dew that clung to the grass was almost enchanting to the wizard. Scarlet eyes watched the skies, outlining constellations and pinpointing major stars. Pale lips parted sligh

“AVADA KEDAVRA!” “STUPIFY!” Harry and Voldemort shot their spells at each other at the same time. Harry had to duck to get out of the Killing Curse’s range and Voldemort side-stepped it with less than perfect grace. They both looked straight into each other’s eyes; bright vibrant green met unfeeling scarlet. “Harry, Harry…” Voldemort said, his chest heaving slightly. “When will you learn that you cannot kill me? You have yet to find every Horcrux I have, though I must applaud your progress so far.” He clapped half-heartedly. “Just like your father, James, never faltering, never s