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Among such a sea of pitiful ants, stands an angel, a fawn freshly brought into this world, dancing and swaying around with a misty stranger, a shadow, a nonentity—Voldemort’s psyche does not, could not, take in anything else but the silhouette of that mystic creature emitting a persuasion so passionate that it has grasped Voldemort’s vision with an innocence of complete blamelessness, unaware of its impact.
Voldemort’s tongue could not hold itself back any longer.
“That boy.”
The previous, undoubtedly valueless conversation his servants had lost themselves in comes to a stop, heads turning towards the direction their Lord’s gaze is fixed upon.
“Who is he?”
Several wordless, puzzled moments pass, the uninterrupted music their only companion.
“…That shall be the Potter heir, my Lord.”
During an evening assembly of the British aristocracy, the light of chastity brightens Lord Voldemort to oblivion. A man born from the darkest shadows, he now sets on dragging that virgin innocence into the depths of his own abyss.
The eyes of sin find the soul of virtue.
The beginning of the end.