Title: Never...
Summary: Never say I love you, if you don't really care. Never talk about feelings, if they aren't really there. Never touch a life, if you mean to break a heart. Never say you're going to, if you don't plan to start. Never look me in the eye, when all you do is lie. Never say hello, if you really mean goodbye. Tom Riddle/OC. Time travel fic. (I don't own the quote.)
Rating: T
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter do you think I'd be on fanfiction?
Updated: 06/07/13.
A/N: This is slightly an AU story, so please no flames! Thank you for considering that!
-The author of this fic: Cookie Seller on The Dark Side.
Two magical people sat alone in the hospital wing. One was a medi-witch, with short brown hair, a white cloak and cap. The other: a pretty, younger witch with a long black river of hair with many waves cascading down her neck, dark green eyes and a spotless face, she was wearing a filthy school uniform; black robes; a Slytherin house badge; a pointed black withces hat that was drooping rather low; and dark boots.
"Aw, flip." The girl muttered as she lifted her top up. "Crap."
There was dark red gnashes hat seemed to go down pretty deep. The inside of her robes where scarily red.
"Emily Tabitha Jean, how did you get yourself into this awful mess." Asked Madam Pomfrey with a 'tut tut'.
"Told bloody Carrow he was no better then those 'filthy mudbloods'." She confessed bitterly.
"Emily!"
"Well, he ain't. And neither is that blooming Voldie, he's a freaking half blood, isn't he?" Emily cried, her voice going high.
Madam Pomfrey had nothing to answer to that.
"Bloody fool, that one. Basing his career on dooming the world to depression and murder." Emily continued. "Can't see why he can't just live with it. I mean, more mudbloods are born every second. He can't control how a man and a woman will fall in love, and then-"
"That is quite enough." Jutted in the medi-witch. "And please don't use that term in my presence."She said somewhat angrily.
"What, mudblood?" Emily asked, and she began to rant: "Mudblood, mudblood, Muddy muddy mudblood go die like you should! Kill it with the spells! Kill it with the flood! Just get rid of it's muddy muddy blood!"
But the poor nurse was distracted as she examined the terrible scars across the girl's torso.
They were everywhere. Big and small. The larger amount where bleeding, flowing like water from a leaking dam. The smaller ones would sting, but were not horribly serious. The bigger ones on the other hand...
"Am I going to die?" The injured witch asked, unable to keep the hope out of her voice.
"Fortunately not." Said Madam Pomfrey in relief.
She took some ointement from a shelf and rubbed it on the worst scars. "One moment," she called as she walked away and grabbed a spell book. "Ah, ferula." She said, pointing her wand at Emily.
A large bandage wrapped itself around the girl's torso, tightened itself and froze in place.
"Perfect." Declared Madam Pomfrey.
"Perfect?" Emily yelled. "What in this bloody school is perfect? Thee murderers? The rotting corpses in the lake? The freaking morons we call Professors? (!)"
"Emily," Madam Pomfrey said in a quiet and sad tone. "I think you are losing your sanity."
In the room of requirement a D.A meeting was going on. (Dumbledore's army: D.A)
"Where's Emily Jean?" Asked Seamus Finnigan worriedly. 'You don't think she's in the Squid's lake?"
Ginny Weasley shuddered, then said determinedly. "No, she couldn't be dead. The Carrows can only kill muggle-borns or 'weaklings'. Emily's neither."
"She did get them pretty ruffled up." Said Colin Creevey nervously, he looked around the room as if the Carrows would appear and attack at any moment.
"I guess she did, but Emily would fight back!" Argued Neville Longbottom.
"And she's a Slytherin, they're sly and cunning, right?" Added Seamus, growing a little bit more confident.
"And jerks." Muttered Alicia Spinnet.
Ginny ignored this show of negativity and said: "Her deatheater parents wouldn't stand for her being killed, the Carrows wouldn't dare."
"Amycus would." Said the ever positive Alicia.
"And his sister." Said Colin fearfully.
Cho Chang coughed purposely. "What if she has betrayed us," she began. "And taken the dark mark?"
"She wouldn't..."
"No..."
"Couldn't of..."
"Well, she is a Slytherin-"
"She does say 'mudblood' an awful lot-"
"Hands up for banning Emily Jean from the D.A."
All hands, though displeased, went up. Colin even had both arms up in the air.
"Insane? NOOOOOOOOOOOO." Screamed Emily. "I am the most SAAAAAANE person ever!" Her eyes were full of madness, and her movements didn't seem controlled.
"Oh dear," murmured Madam Pomfrey. She gave the girl a light shove so that she would lye down on the bed. "Stay here, child." She told Emily firmly.
Emily began blabbering again as soon as she had left. "How dare she go pottering off! POTTERING?" She burst out in mental laughter. "POTTER WAS THAT FOOL WHO WAS MEANT TO GET RID OFF THE CARROWS! He pottered off TOO! They're all leaving ME! NOBODY cares!" She cried, going from shrieks to normal talking to shrieks once more. "You are ALL FOOLS! I HATE YOU!" She threw off her bedsheets and knocked down the bedside lamp.
The sound of shattering glass caused her to fall back to reality. And a painful fall it was.
She began crying, and stuffed her face in the pillow. Her mother and father had never cared- they were always off on "business". Business: Murdering innocent muggles or mudbloods.
"Curse you." She muttered, not talking about anyone, or to anyone.
When she awoke, it was to the medi-withces voice.
"Sanitatis, et reversus furor dissoluere." She was chanting, and then she put down the book in her arms. "That my dear, was an old Latin spell I had to beg Dumbledore for."
Emily opened her eyes. "I almost went mad." She whispered. "Was i cursed?" She questioned.
"Yes you almost went mad. And to answer your question: no you were not- as far as I can tell." She then smiled. "The headmaster wishes to see you."
"Leave!" Yelled a greasy haired man, motioning for the dead headmasters of Hogwarts to leave their frames and travel elsewhere. They did, albeit they were muttering and complaining as they did.
Severus Snape was scowling at that insufferable portrait. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore's portrait, to be exact.
"Are you quite sure, Dumbledore?" He asked hopefully.
"Quite, my dear friend." The portrait smiled, eyes twinkling. "I assure you, I believe her to quite capable of the task."
"You believe? Please tell me the reason you didn't use the word 'know' just because it happens that it isn't in your vocabulary?"
The deceased headmaster chuckled- his trademark chuckle, it was. "I believe she is waiting outside."
As expected, a knocking noise came from the opposite side of the wall.
Severus Snape raised an eyebrow. "How-"
"Let the lady in, now Severus." Dumbledore ordered with careless ease.
Severus called out the password begrudgingly to the impatient witch. (The password just happened to be Lilly Evans.)
A girl came into sight. "Snape." She greeted warily. She noticed Dumbledore's portrait. "Dumbledoof."
"Dumbledoof" chuckled again. "Good day, Miss Jean."
"Yeah. Why am I here?" She asked bluntly and disinterestedly.
Dumbledore smiled and Snape turned and said coldly to him. "Well sir, you certainly chose a bundle of sunshine for the mission."
"It seems quite so, does it not?" Beamed Dumbledore, his face then turned serious. "Miss Jean, I'm afraid- as you may know- the wizarding world is at jeopardy."
"Yeah, ever since Snape the Snake killed ya."
"Why you-" Severus growled, pulling out his 15" ash-tree core wand.
"Now, now, Severus. The girl is only speaking in what she believes happened."
"I bloody right believe." The girl grunted.
Dumbledore began talking again soon after the awkward silence that had followed Emily's stubborn argument. "My dear girl, Severus here didn't murder me. Far from it, he obeyed my orders."
"Oh great, now my dead headmaster's depressed."
"I was already dying when he took over from mister Malfoy. You see..." Emily listened intently as the portrait explained all the problems with the dark lord and his horcruxes.
"Nasty." Said Emily.
"Quite." Agreed the portrait.
"Sorry Snake." Apologized Emily.
The snake turned to Dumbledore skeptically, before sighing. "It's the best I'll get, correct?"
"Spot on." She paused before asking curiously: "What is this infamous mission?"
Dumbledore gave his weakest smile. "Ah, that's the problem. You see, a certain horcrux has escaped our notice. To my surpirse, Voldemort-" Emily listened in awe as he said you-know-who's name so care-freely. "Made eight Horcruxes not seven. Unfortunately I cannot warn young Potter of this at my current state." He said, gesturing to himself in the portrait.
"So what, I'm some sort of berk now?" Emily said angrily. "A simple replacement for Potter?"
"Not at all, I'm afraid Mister Potter wouldn't be able to handle this, hatred would control him instead of common sense."
"Great, that made my day. I have more sense then Potter."
"Miss Jean, my request of you is to journey back in time and find out the eighth horcruxes location."
Severus smirked. "That's a short way of putting it."
Emily's mouth remained wide open. "Excuse me?" She asked, regaining herself.
"You heard him acceptably well. You aren't deaf." Corrected the ever-snappy Snape.
"You must befriend the younger dark lord and figure out what the object is and where it is." Dumbledore told her, ignoring the two's bickering.
"Another warning: young Voldemort is a
"What?" Emily asked in confusion.
"Ah,perhaps Serverus would describe the meaning to you?"
Severus Snape sighed like he was about to do something completely against his will and began to clarify: "The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by any invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing... It is true, however, that those who have mastered Legilimency are able, under certain conditions, to delve into the minds of their victims and to interpret their findings correctly."
Emily blinked. "You got that uninteresting paragraph straight from a book, right?"
Snape seemed flustered, and demanded. "How-"
"I have my ways." Cut off Emily.
"She's smarter then she lets on." He gave an almost inaudible whisper to the portrait, who was grinning.
"Voldemort is a highly skilled master of this art, and most likely is quite aware of his talent in the time you will be heading to. However, there is the possibility you can protect and defend your mind from his pestering one using Occlumency."
"Even if I knew what that was, how could I use it?" She asked, doubt clear in her voice.
Dumbledore's eyes sparkled merrily as he gave her the simple conclusion. "We teach you."
"Make your mind void of any emotions, Jean." Ordered Headmaster Severus/ Snape as she still called him.
Suddenly, immense pain struck her and the day of her ninth birthday flew back into her mind.
The nine year old was standing at the stairs, wincing at each creepy creaking sound that came from the floorboards.
There was a mother to father conversation going on in the down-stairs kitchen. It was just about audible from her possition.
"How long?" Whispered her mother.
"As soon as she turns eighteen." 'She', is that me? Wondered the girl.
"She was accepted?" Her mother asked in shock.
"Apparently so." Her father's said in a cold, sardonic way. "She will be marked on her eighteenth birthday."
She was getting the nasty skull tatoo? The one that caused her mommy and daddy such pain? 'That's- one,' the girl began counting the years until the 'marking'.
"Also, no more special attention for her, we will rejoin the muggle hunting sessions." Two, three, four, five-
"No." Gasped her mother."Not those grotesque monstrosities!"
"It is a necessity." Six, seven, eight... nine years away from the marking!
"But-"
A loud
SMACK!
Was heard by the little girl and she heard her mother whimper.
"What did you say?" Growled her father.
"Nothing!" Cried out her mother.
The next morning at the breakfast table, Emily looked open-mouthed at her mother's tear-stained face.
There was a large, red, swollen patch on her face.
"Terrible." Complained Snape. "Remain emotionless throughout the whole procedure until the legilimen drops eye-contact, try again."
And so she did, this time letting her mind go blank. She felt someone prodding into her mind but didn't let this alter her concentration.
In the end, Snape gave up- still slightly disturbed from the memory he had witnessed earlier.
"You were quick enough, although you only beat Potter by a day." Well, that was a lie, since the famously scarred boy hadn't bothered to concentrate during his occlumency classes. But Snape hated giving and retrieving compliments.
But Emily caught the hidden approval and muttered her thanks with small smile.
"Now that that's complete I'll tell you more about the mission." Dumbledore said cheerfully.
"Tom Marvolo riddle- Voldemort's first given name from his mother, Merope" he explained when he saw her confusion. "- Hates muggle-borns so your obsession with the word mudblood may help you along. He will be in sixth year, aged sixteen just like you. You will be travelling into a dangerous time-zone. 1943, during World War II as the muggles called it. A trunk filled with common witch belongings will appear soon after you arrive for you. Here is three envelopes," she handed them to her. "The first is a reason to give Hogwart's current Headmaster- Dippet- for your arrival. The second is about your new identity and how to get back to our time, which i recommend you read first. The third is soem things you should know about Tom."
"When do i go?" She asked weakly.
"Now."
"Now?"
"Now."
"How, though?"
Snape smiled a little sadly as Dumbldore defined how.
"Goodbye and good luck dear, miss Jean. Repeat after me: Ad tempus,unde necesse est. Adiuua me quam pergitis, et de tenebris tribulatiónibus scary."She gulped, took a deep breath and grasped her three letters tightly. "Ad tempus,unde necesse me quam pergitis,et de tenebris tribulatiónibus scary."
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