Prologue
As he saw the long, pale arm stretch out, wand raised, he did nothing. How could he? There was nothing to do. His beloved was trying to kill him, death was better than a life this life.
"Avada Kedavra," Voldemort shouted. Harry stood, unmoving, prepared to face Death. His final thought projected itself into the Legilimens' mind, 'I love you Tom.'
As the small body crumpled to the ground Voldemort felt the boy's last words reverberate through their mental connection, 'I love you Tom.'
Only one person had ever said that and Potter could not be him. But even as he thought it, Tom realized what had been nagging him about the boy since he'd first seen him. Harry's eyes were a startling shade of green, bright as the killing curse. Tom had only seen that color once before.
"Jason!" it was the scream of a hopeless man that echoed through the forest as the Dark Lord held the body of the boy he'd just killed, the only person who had ever truly loved him.
