mastereddeath:

                 ❝ You’ve outdone yourself, Tom. ❞ Voice loud, echoing throughout the hall, two wizards prowl around each other. One seeks murder, the other an escape. For they are locked in a seemingly eternal battle. Digits are tight around a wooden wand, waiting to use it.  ❝ I’d say I was impressed, but you don’t DESERVE it. ❞ This man deserves nothing. He is a coward, a murderer! A human being without a heart, one who lives to conquer the world & rule over those who occupy it. ❝ Well, Riddle? Got anything worth saying? ❞

HE DESERVES ETERNITY ; THIS BOY DESERVES TO DIE. 

       as harry potter clutches tightly at his wand, LORD VOLDEMORT cradles his own within a gentle grasp, lazy – still his, pale, dry lips curl into a sneer & his narrowed gaze weighs heavy on the boy before him. he is not entirely unaffected by potter’s words, though intolerance is more to blame for his mounting ire than embarrassment. 

       not unlike his gruesome trek across wizarding history, the dark lord leaves now, along the cracked & dusty floor between them, a trail of bloody footprints. 

     “ you are foolish, harry potter, ” he hisses, softly, yet the sentiment is drenched in years of loathing, of impatience for the boy who has DEFIED him. “ and you are weak. i would not expect to impress a boy who seeks glory from the sacrifice of great wizards and witches – great, but deluded, and tricked into protecting you. it is you, potter, who does not deserve to stand before me. ” 

       he is well aware that his own rise to power only followed his long, arduous climb atop a pile (growing even steadier with today’s events) littered with broken, battered corpses. alas, he has EARNED his glory & the fear from those beneath him through actions of his own.