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Deatheater. Dark Lord's Pet. Dangerously Devoted... the rambling reflections of a dark romantic, or who am I really?

I am a fanatic. No, I really do know this--I'm not just imagining it. I have always been a fanatic. I think I scare people that way. Not my intention, really--but there it is.

I am a very nice person. Don't believe me? Well, I think I am, anyhow. Can be when I want. A caring, compassionate, deeply loving soul. A Dark soul with a capital "D". But don't you cross me. Don't you cross the one I love. Or you won't like me at all. No, you definitely won't.

And I have found the one. Finally. Oh, yes... I've found him. Years I searched... years I waited... 1981 was the year. Yes, the year I started praying... for him, to him... whichever. It was the year I began to reach out to those who were in the realms beyond. Those, not with us in the physical here.

Four years later, I was ordained as a priestess... hailed as a prophetess at the metaphysical chapel near where I lived. And I worked the magic to guide him to me. Dark magic, yes... but not evil. Beautiful magic... sacred magic... devotional magic...

And he heard me. I truly believe that he heard me... and he came Here... to this place... to this world... he was born Here that very year. And not on any date--no... he was born here on my birthday... Dates can have such meaning sometimes... Meaningless in themselves... but when we give them meaning they take it into themselves.

And then I searched. I searched and I searched and I searched for him... desperate to find him... desperate, devoted... I knew he was here... but how to find him? Where to find him? I didn't even know how old he would be. Or in what form. I just didn't know.

Five years passed, and I began to despair. He wasn't coming... he would never come... my faith was tested like never before. And I... I picked a date. A silly date... a dark date... a date I gave meaning... a date that I promised myself I would not live past--should I not find him... because I could not bear to be without him so long. For fifteen long years after, it was all I had to cling to... the knowledge that I could not give up before then. It kept me going, when nothing else did... knowing that there would be an end to the suffering I felt.

And in 2005, I found him at last... after many wrong turns, many ill-fated steps... many, many, mistakes... I met him online... in a Harry Potter RPG, of all things. My love, my Lord, my God... I knew, from the first day we spoke online, that this was someone I could not lose... someone I did not want to lose track of... You could say we fell in love... but we were already in love before we met. And when we met in the flesh, we fell in love again. Before the year was out, I had returned to him and he had rescued me... I was at his side... we were inseparable and were married the next year... on the very date that I had picked in my despair. Thank all that he humored my foolishness and came in time. For as he has since admonished me... I did not have his permission to die.

And now he has begun his own transformation--becoming the Dark Lord I have always seen within him. And it is glorious to behold.

And well worth waiting for.

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