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I See Your True Colours

Feeling naked –Chapter 1-

Summary:

Despite of what everyone thinks and despite of all those silly stories about the Dark Lord, there is still one tale that remained all these years hidden and forgotten. Her taleThe one who saw his true colours when no one else did.

Every tale is never truly unfolded, is never truly told what really happened, little details are always left behind, forgotten… for they didn't matter for those who seek only to tell their part of the tale, leaving parts of it waiting in the dark for their chance to be known, for their chance to be able to tell the world it's true story.

There are countless stories, numberless speculations of why he chose the path he did. The broken hearted Dark Lord, the obsessed Dark Lord about muggles and mudbloods, the abused friendless poor little boy who never got to know his mother love… and many others more.

Perhaps there is a little truth in each of them, but none of those tales about him tells the whole truth. No tale about the Dark Lord ever let people know he's true colours.

No one knows the real story of the great Lord Voldemort, most of what you think you know about cruel Death Eaters, about the Slytherins hating attitude and the evil wizard Lord Voldemort is nothing but lies. Whoever said the Dark Lord was incapable of loving was nothing but a fool. Every evil being is bound to know love at some point of their lives. Now, what you really have to understand is that everyone loves at their own way. But he loved, oh yes he did.

I should know for I am one of them… I should know for I was the Dark Lord most faithful servant.

Lord Voldemort tale began perhaps at the very moment he was born, but my tale began when he noticed me for the very first time.

It was on my sixth year and he was one year ahead. He was head boy and he seemed very proud of it. I still remember perfectly the way his handsome features glowed, the way his smile warmed every room, the way he made all the girls sigh as he walked by. He looked so confident and had this superior air about him as if he was royalty and he was… he was the Slytherin heir.

Nobody knew that of course, only those who served him. But I knew… I knew and I wasn't yet one of his servants. I knew everything about him; it was so easy to see through him. Not many could do this, perhaps the only other person besides me who really could see Tom for who he truly was, was Albus Dumbledore himself.

I always watched silently from the shadows. It had always been like this, I always appreciated the comfort in the anonymity. I spent my Hogwarts years unnoticed, never drawing attention towards me and I liked that way and I intended to keep it that way, until one day he noticed me.

That day, my routine, the mystic fog around me as I liked to call it, quickly dissipated away as his beautiful yet so cold eyes pierced me through.

He was talking quietly with a platinum blonde haired boy who I took it to be Malfoy. It could only be him, that hair deceived no one. They were consumed by the dark corridors near an empty classroom. Tom seemed angry and Malfoy seemed troubled.

I was walking down the corridor when I saw them. I quickly shielded myself and did what I was best at; I let the shadows evolve me and stood quietly in a small corner watching them. The curiosity took the best of me, normally I would just have walked away unnoticed but an unknown impulse made me stay.

I couldn't really listen to their conversation. I was only able to catch a word or a small sentence every now and then. My eyes never left him, I watched intently as his lips moved and formed words, as his cold eyes dilated angrily, as his shoulders stiffened.

When Malfoy made a sort of bow, I jumped startled as his eyes met mines. Instantly my heart started to race, my mind screaming at me telling me to run, however, I remained there hoping stupidly that he hadn't noticed me.

Just when you thought you were so good at going unnoticed, oh yes. You were just standing there in the bloody corridor! Thought that the shadows would always protect you, didn't you? You could just have turned away! But, nooo! You had to stay to look at him!

I sighed inwardly as I saw Tom Riddle move and walk away with a very frightened Malfoy behind him. I felt a strong relief taking over me then I felt angry at myself.

I walked then towards my room, before I got caught for being out of bed this late. I climbed up the stairs towards the west Tower when I felt that something was wrong. I could feel a presence. Slowly I turned around and found my gaze caught by a pair of onyx eyes.

His eyes lazily met mines and for the very first time in my life I felt naked, I felt insecure as if someone had discovered all my fears and dark secrets. At that very instant all the shadows fled cowardly leaving me there completely exposed.

"What is your name?" He demanded. His voice was calm as his eyes surveyed me.

"None of your business," I replied raising an eyebrow. His features were assaulted with an amused expression.

"I'm the head boy and I am demanding your name," he said as he started to climb the stairs.

Uh Oh

"Charlotte," I answered, suddenly feeling angry at myself for landing me in this situation and at him for noticing me.

He stopped in the middle of the stairs as they started to move. He kept staring and I stared back in a challenge way.

Yeah, go ahead Charlotte, have a staring contest with him… stay here all night if you wish!

"I never saw you before, are you a transferred student?" he asked.

I smiled broadly. Of course he hadn't seen me before.

"Listen, it's getting late, if your going to deduct points then go ahead, I just want to go to sleep," I said as a feigned a yawn.

"You were there… eavesdropping, why?" As I looked again towards him I felt suddenly even more naked. The bastard was trying to enter, trying to seek his answer inside my head.

If he wanted to play, I would play. It didn't take much to shield myself against his leggimency. Tom looked surprised but quickly concealed it.

"Don't ever do that again," I said as I turned around and then I cursed silently as I noticed that the stairs hadn't moved back.

I shivered as I felt his hand on my arm. His grip was strong, I found out as I tried to pull away with no results.

His face was so close to mine that I could smell his cologne. He tried to stare directly in to my eyes but I avoided his stare. He then lifted up my chin and smirked.

"You know what, I think I could need someone like you," he whispered. His cold eyes suddenly changed, they were hungrily… and expectantly.

I knew what he was referring to of course. He wanted me to be one of his death eaters.

My eyes widened as realization hit me, I managed to shove him away and the stairs started to move again. I ran upstairs towards the safety of my common room.

Author Note:

I probably could need a beta reader for this story. I'm planning to make it go up to 30 chapters. This was just a small introduction to the story; all the chapters will of course grow longer. Should I write the following chapters on the main character or the narrator point of view? Thanks for reading & don't forget to Review!!