• Suddenly he was inches closer, his wand griped slightly in his hand. I flinched as he breathed in sharply. His scarlet eyes widened in interest, his lips curled in a frightening smile. Voldemort was here, and I had only a few seconds to act. I fell back slowly making my way to the floor. The temperature seemed to have decreased, time seemed to slow down. All memories of my friends and family seemed to flash through my head. But I didn’t have enough time to waste for flash backs, I needed to make some time. Question was how was I going to do it? I straightened my self up and adjusted onto my knees, my back curving into a bow. Voldemort broke into a piercing laughed. I shook in fear.
    “It’s so easy I almost pity you...” He spoke. He toyed mildly with his wand. “Your kind will end so easily… All of you muggles unknowing of my power.” He tilted his head slightly. “Why do you even try?” Voldemort said, his chest heaving slightly.
    “You’re not a monster.” I murmured. “You don’t understand.” I kept my head down I didn’t want to offend him.
    He smirked. “What’s your reasoning for such a conclusion?”
    I began with his past. “You never received what most of us had. A mother and a father to grow up with, you were left alone since the day you were born. You were never truly loved.”
    His smile faded into a solid line, His scarlet eyes furious. I was pushing him to his limit; I needed to change my plan.
    “Love… Love is for the weak minded. AND I HAVE GOTTEN HERE WITHOUT IT…” He raised his voice. His grip had tightened around his wand, letting out few sparks.
    “The orphanage changed you! If your mother had survived, if she hadn’t die-!
    “I WOULD STILL BE WHERE I AM TODAY.” He roared. He paced around me his expression terrifying. He raised his wand and flicked it in an angry manner. I was flung back to my feet in a matter of seconds. My body felt numb from the sudden pressure.
    “But you’re still human!” I exhaled. I cringed as he came to a sudden stop. He stuck his wand in front of me. There was only seconds to react.
    He strokes his wand across my jaw. “Love… LOVE... My magic has greater power than it shall ever possess, love distracts us from our goal!” He spat, his face inches from mine.
    I calmed my self down I knew what I must do; only one way he might be able understand. I had edged my face closer to his; I could feel his sudden breath blow across my face. Than I pressed my lips to his, he raised his arms in sudden shock. I folded my arms tightly around his neck; his whole body stiffens. The memories of his child hood fluttering though my mind had made me realize his loss, and tears began to stream down my cheeks. How could he go though all those times; Alone, with no family to raise him. Nobody deserves to be treated as such, not even Lord Voldemort. I broke away, waiting what ever dare happened next. He slowed his breathing, staring into my tear-soaked eyes, his eyes questioning. He knelt towards me and whispered to my awaiting ear.
    “…Love… Is quiet distracting…” Voldemort bore his wand deep into my chest, his mouth curving into a wicked smile. “AVADA KEDAVERA!”