Isolation
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
17,015
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Isolation
The Dark Lord is lonely.
This is nothing new of course. The ache of loneliness has been with him for as long as he can remember, a dull hole in his chest, the feeling of being unwanted, unloved. It is so familiar now that he barely realises it's there.
Even as a boy he remembers this isolation. Gazing out of the window of the muggle orphanage waiting for someone to take him away, to fill the void. A tall figure steps out of a car and into young Tom's fantasy, promising the sweet cologne tinted scent of a father, a woman walking towards him in the street; warm and sticky perfumed smell of a mother. Both of them come to take Tom away. But it is just a fantasy. Tom stays at the orphanage. When salvation does finally come it has twinkling eyes, garish clothes and stern disapproval. Suddenly Tom doesn't think he wants salvation anymore.
There are others at Hogwarts of course, adoring admirers and attentive lovers but Tom doesn't really want them either. He searches for something else, something more, and that lonely void is filled with ambition and bitterness. Eventually Tom refuses to admit he feels anything so half-witted, so unbearably plebeian as simple loneliness. He discards the feeling along with his filthy muggle father's name and he is glad for the loss.
That is until he comes to see through another's eyes. The Potter boy; dratted, meddlesome beautiful Potter, He remembers then what it is to be lonely, what the failure of adults to love you and look after you feels like, the unfairness of being born isolated and alone into a world where you should have been loved and cherished. The Potter boy feels the loneliness as keenly as he did. For a moment, living through Harry's eyes, the Dark Lord is sixteen year old Tom Riddle again.
When the Dark Lord sleeps he no longer dreams of cold rooms, a single iron cot and long empty hallways but of green eyes, inky black hair, and lithe long muscles. He dreams vividly of companionship, of love and true devotion. Feelings that he once sneered at he now yearns for. He looks for memory spells, blood bonds and love potions. He lays a trap, the boys beloved Godfather will do...
The Dark Lord dreams, and waits to fill the void.
This is nothing new of course. The ache of loneliness has been with him for as long as he can remember, a dull hole in his chest, the feeling of being unwanted, unloved. It is so familiar now that he barely realises it's there.
Even as a boy he remembers this isolation. Gazing out of the window of the muggle orphanage waiting for someone to take him away, to fill the void. A tall figure steps out of a car and into young Tom's fantasy, promising the sweet cologne tinted scent of a father, a woman walking towards him in the street; warm and sticky perfumed smell of a mother. Both of them come to take Tom away. But it is just a fantasy. Tom stays at the orphanage. When salvation does finally come it has twinkling eyes, garish clothes and stern disapproval. Suddenly Tom doesn't think he wants salvation anymore.
There are others at Hogwarts of course, adoring admirers and attentive lovers but Tom doesn't really want them either. He searches for something else, something more, and that lonely void is filled with ambition and bitterness. Eventually Tom refuses to admit he feels anything so half-witted, so unbearably plebeian as simple loneliness. He discards the feeling along with his filthy muggle father's name and he is glad for the loss.
That is until he comes to see through another's eyes. The Potter boy; dratted, meddlesome beautiful Potter, He remembers then what it is to be lonely, what the failure of adults to love you and look after you feels like, the unfairness of being born isolated and alone into a world where you should have been loved and cherished. The Potter boy feels the loneliness as keenly as he did. For a moment, living through Harry's eyes, the Dark Lord is sixteen year old Tom Riddle again.
When the Dark Lord sleeps he no longer dreams of cold rooms, a single iron cot and long empty hallways but of green eyes, inky black hair, and lithe long muscles. He dreams vividly of companionship, of love and true devotion. Feelings that he once sneered at he now yearns for. He looks for memory spells, blood bonds and love potions. He lays a trap, the boys beloved Godfather will do...
The Dark Lord dreams, and waits to fill the void.