So I obviously do not own Harry Potter or anything from the world of Harry Potter. Anything you recognise from the books belongs to Jo Rowling.
I am going to go through and edit the chapters I have already posted (since I was around 16 when I originally wrote them), and then hopefully I'll find the time to write more. It may take some time, but I hope nobody gives up on it.
Prologue/Introduction
I had attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with him. We were the closest of friends, kindred spirits, soul mates. My name is Candace Ruby Savard. He called me Scarlet, after my red hair, and matching temper. When I was angry he would call me Red Hot. I still laugh at some of the memories we share.
We met aboard the Hogwarts Express before our first year, before the sorting, before the train had even left the station. I remember vividly bumping into the handsome-even at the age of eleven-boy. Little did I know when he had invited me to share a compartment with him that he would become the best friend I would ever have, then later on, my first and only love.
I loved to play jokes on innocent bystanders. I just couldn't get enough of annoying the bloody hell out of anyone who crossed my path. I even forced a professor or two, maybe more, into an early retirement. I was and early version of the group that was called the marauders our daughter attended school with.
Only two people encouraged my behaviour. He -Tom, that is- and our favourite professor and my head of house, Professor Dumbledore. I remember one time I called him Dumblebee. He used to chuckle every time I called him that, seeing as the name stuck throughout the rest of my Hogwarts career.
Tom and I had never dated. Even though this was the case, I'd have married him in a heartbeat. Now that I think about it, I don't recall him ever dating. He would have told me. We shared every aspect of our lives with each other, never leaving out a single detail. Even thought he was the heir of Slytherin and I a Gryffindor we told each other anything and everything.
When Tom figured out how to open the Chamber of Secrets, I knew of it. I knew it was him, yet I never said anything to anyone, not even Dumblebee. Not even when poor Myrtle was killed by that awful Basilisk. Poor girl. I used to visit her in the first floor washroom, making an effort to comfort her. She was hell bent on seeking revenge on Olive Hornby, whom she insisted was to blame, seeing as she was the reason Myrtle was crying in there at the time in the first place. She began to stalk Olive, and I never spoke with her again.
Tom and I were prefects at the time of the attacks. I remember when Tom had framed a third year. A friendly, though fairly large boy called Rubeus Hagrid. He was expelled from Hogwarts because of Tom, and still I said nothing. Thankfully, Dumblebee convinced the Headmaster to keep him around as a gamekeeper.
In our seventh year we were Head Boy and Girl. Tom had invented a nickname so to speak, for his close friends to call him-an anagram of his full name. Tom Marvolo Riddle could be rearranged to spell I am Lord Voldemort. I absolutely refused to call him this. It gave me a weird feeling. Like that side of him wasn't him. I called him Tom, Tommy-boy, and somtimes Voldie-poo or Mouldie-Voldie. I loved him with all my heart, but I would NEVER comply with his request to be called Lord Voldemort. I know deep down he loved me too, for he allowed nobody else to call him by his name. But he was afraid to love. All those year in that awful muggle orphanage left him bitter and vulnerable.
We graduated and I went on to become an auror, him Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic. It still baffles me as to how he got that position almost immediately after leaving Hogwarts. Executive member of the ministry got to have a bodyguard of sorts-an auror who went pretty much everywhere with them to protect them. I, of course, was Tom's seeing as I was his best friend and he trusted me with everything.
We spent tons of our time together. I guarded him with my life. We worked together, hung out together; we even once got slightly drunk and had sex, leading to my daughter Jordan. The only thing missing was a real relationship. We loved each other dearly. I saw the mirth in his eyes when he heard of my pregnancy with our daughter. Then he disappeared. Just like that. Gone.
He disappeared in January of 1961. Jordan was born in April. He was only 35 years old, which is young for a wizard. I spent as much of my spare time searching for him as I possibly could. Then I went into labour. I could no longer search with the baby around. I was forced to give up. Dumblebee used to come and check on me, making sure I hadn't yet fallen to pieces. Had it not been for Jordan I would have.
Then one day there was news of a man who had been attacking muggles and muggle borns -Lord Voldemort. He had these followers - people called "Death Eaters". Lord Voldemort. I was as if a candle had been lit inside of me. HE WAS ALIVE! My love had returned. I felt so warm and alive-yet so cold and empty.
How was I to tell my then 11 year old daughter who would be starting Hogwarts in September that her father and his "friends" were going around and killing muggles and muggle borns? Families of people she would potentially make friends with? Merlin, did I wish he hadn't chosen this path. The fact that I was an auror, sworn to assist in resisting his efforts didn't help much either. Bloody Hell. I searched him out and gave him hell. I asked him I was supposed to tell our eleven year old. He said not to. I was reluctant. We came to an agreement that when she was thirteen she would be informed. I now reside with him during the school years, while Jordan is away at Hogwarts. I am Candace Ruby Savard, and this is my life.
A/N- About 7 years ago I started this as an experiment. I then let school and life get in the way of writing...but I never forgot about it. In about three months I'm graduating college, and will be free to use my spare time however I see fit (yay!). So thanks to everyone who har reviewed and favourited and alerted the story!
~J