Hate Leads

On the good days, if he dared call them that, Snape could still catch glimpses of the man Tom used to be. The cold hard core of tempered ice, of tempered self, hidden beneath the flame and fire of the madness that consumed him. Not that Tom was any less driven, any less determined then Voldemort, just more... deliberate.

On the bad days, when the fire burnt bright and siren, and the whole world seemed to dance to Riddle's merest whim, Snape had to remind himself that power and control were two very different things.

And someday Tom would melt.

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