Don't ask me why all of a sudden I felt the need to write a Tom and Ginny
Fic, cuz I have not a clue. Just r/r will ya. JKR owns Tom Riddle, Ginny
and the strange world they live in. I don't own the song lyrics. Don't know
who owns them but it sure as hell isn't me. So the bottom line is don't
sue, I am poor.
Artist: David Draiman of Disturbed Lyrics
Song: Forsaken
I'm over it
You see I'm falling in the vast abyss
Clouded by memories of the past
At last I see
The war has started. Everywhere you look there is death. Bodies piled on
more bodies, covered in a crimson red that is their blood. Evil vs. Good,
black vs. white. So many things you can compare it to but then you can't.
Strange world we live in where so many things have shady lines. I think
this whole war could have been prevented had someone taught Tom
differently. Such a simple name for someone not at all simple. A wizard,
The heir of Slytherin and the sole impiety (sp?) of evil. A simple name for
a being that is never simple. Neither the world he lives in nor the world
he wishes to rule are simple. My thoughts stray to a time long ago when I
entertained the thought that everything was simple. I was in my first year
of Hogwarts when my innocence was stolen from me and the thought I could be
normal vanished while dying on the stone floor. All it took was a simple
diary, to ruin everything.
I hear it fading, I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You feel them finding, always whining
Take my hand now be alive
My memories start to cloud my mind and get me lost on the battlefield that
was once a Quidditch Pitch. The stands have collapsed with all the curses
and hexes beating them until they gave in. It won't be long before one side
falls down, admitting defeat and then dying in Azkaban. It doesn't matter
to me which side wins or weather or not Harry Potter dies. I won't mourn
for him, for he is already dead to me and I have already mourned the loss
of him. You don't have to cease breathing to be dead, just take a look at
those who receive a demonators kiss. Harry only breathes for one reason:
The Dark Lord. If the moment comes when he defeats the Dark Lord, he will
die. For the sole reason he is alive is now dead and he has nothing left to
do. But Tom will have lots of things to do once Potter is dead, like
controlling the world and ridding it of muggles and muggleborn witches and
wizards. Tom, such a handsome bugger when he was young. You would have
never thought he could do such horrible things with such an angelic face.
You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one
We walk amongst you feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone?
I made my way through dead bodies of friends and enemies, where I was going
I did not know nor did I care. Nobody fired a curse or hex at me. To this
day I don't know why. My mind went back to the days when Tom was my only
friend, a friend I never could see but only write too. I asked many of
times if there was someway I could see him, touch him and hold his hand. I
was a silly little girl with a silly little crush on a memory of a 16 year
old Dark Lord. I wasn't watching where I was going and found my self in
front of the Dark Lord. This wasn't the Tom I talked to so I never called
him by that name. I looked up to see an amused pair of scarlet eyes staring
at me.
"Riddle" I whispered. He glared at me for a moment before returning to his
normal evil look. He walks slowly to me, I of course stare straight ahead
which happens to be his chest. Not so good looking anymore if you ask me.
He grabbed my hand and led me to a clearing that was lucky enough to not
have blood spilled upon its soil. For some strange reason I let him lead
me, I made no move to struggle or fight back. We just stood there staring
at each other. If I was paying attention I would have heard him invoke a
spell. He slowly changed growing shorter, hair starting to grow, only to
stop shortly after. His formed change into that of his 16 year old self,
the one I loved. The one that haunts my dreams years after his memory
vanished.
I'm over it
Why can't we be together embrace it?
Sleeping so long taking off the mask
At last I see
I saw him change before my eyes but I still thought that this was the Tom
Riddle that I loved so many years ago. My senses left me and I flung myself
at him wrapping him in a death crushing hug and I was 11 again. I still had
my 16 yr old form my but mind was that of an 11 yr old. I begged him to let
me be w/ him. To go back to the days of his time, where there was no war.
No blood spilled upon the soils of the greatest school for magic. Why?
Because he promised me 5 years ago that he would never leave me or forsake
me.
My fear is fading, I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You feel them finding, always whining
Take my hand now be alive
I felt my eyes flutter open against my will. I didn't want to leave Tom. We
were finally together and someone tore us apart. My eyes finally focused on
the figure by my bedside. It was my best friend and future sister-in-law
Hermione Granger. Her face was tear stained and red. She fussed over me for
ages before talking about what had happened.
"Where's Ron and Harry?" those two had never left her side and somewhere in
the pit of my stomach I knew before she even answered. She went into a
fresh tidal wave of tears before whispering that they hadn't made it. It
didn't sink into my scrambled head; all I could think about was Tom and his
promises. My Weasley temper took control and I went into a stride of
comments that would have a sailor blush. I cried my self to sleep that
night and dreamt of him. He was there waiting for me with his hand held
out. I grabbed his hand and we started walking, He hadn't forsaken me
afterall.
What do u think? I know it could use a lot of work and the song doesn't
quite fit but this is what happens when ur bored. R/R
Embyr Black
Fic, cuz I have not a clue. Just r/r will ya. JKR owns Tom Riddle, Ginny
and the strange world they live in. I don't own the song lyrics. Don't know
who owns them but it sure as hell isn't me. So the bottom line is don't
sue, I am poor.
Artist: David Draiman of Disturbed Lyrics
Song: Forsaken
I'm over it
You see I'm falling in the vast abyss
Clouded by memories of the past
At last I see
The war has started. Everywhere you look there is death. Bodies piled on
more bodies, covered in a crimson red that is their blood. Evil vs. Good,
black vs. white. So many things you can compare it to but then you can't.
Strange world we live in where so many things have shady lines. I think
this whole war could have been prevented had someone taught Tom
differently. Such a simple name for someone not at all simple. A wizard,
The heir of Slytherin and the sole impiety (sp?) of evil. A simple name for
a being that is never simple. Neither the world he lives in nor the world
he wishes to rule are simple. My thoughts stray to a time long ago when I
entertained the thought that everything was simple. I was in my first year
of Hogwarts when my innocence was stolen from me and the thought I could be
normal vanished while dying on the stone floor. All it took was a simple
diary, to ruin everything.
I hear it fading, I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You feel them finding, always whining
Take my hand now be alive
My memories start to cloud my mind and get me lost on the battlefield that
was once a Quidditch Pitch. The stands have collapsed with all the curses
and hexes beating them until they gave in. It won't be long before one side
falls down, admitting defeat and then dying in Azkaban. It doesn't matter
to me which side wins or weather or not Harry Potter dies. I won't mourn
for him, for he is already dead to me and I have already mourned the loss
of him. You don't have to cease breathing to be dead, just take a look at
those who receive a demonators kiss. Harry only breathes for one reason:
The Dark Lord. If the moment comes when he defeats the Dark Lord, he will
die. For the sole reason he is alive is now dead and he has nothing left to
do. But Tom will have lots of things to do once Potter is dead, like
controlling the world and ridding it of muggles and muggleborn witches and
wizards. Tom, such a handsome bugger when he was young. You would have
never thought he could do such horrible things with such an angelic face.
You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one
We walk amongst you feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone?
I made my way through dead bodies of friends and enemies, where I was going
I did not know nor did I care. Nobody fired a curse or hex at me. To this
day I don't know why. My mind went back to the days when Tom was my only
friend, a friend I never could see but only write too. I asked many of
times if there was someway I could see him, touch him and hold his hand. I
was a silly little girl with a silly little crush on a memory of a 16 year
old Dark Lord. I wasn't watching where I was going and found my self in
front of the Dark Lord. This wasn't the Tom I talked to so I never called
him by that name. I looked up to see an amused pair of scarlet eyes staring
at me.
"Riddle" I whispered. He glared at me for a moment before returning to his
normal evil look. He walks slowly to me, I of course stare straight ahead
which happens to be his chest. Not so good looking anymore if you ask me.
He grabbed my hand and led me to a clearing that was lucky enough to not
have blood spilled upon its soil. For some strange reason I let him lead
me, I made no move to struggle or fight back. We just stood there staring
at each other. If I was paying attention I would have heard him invoke a
spell. He slowly changed growing shorter, hair starting to grow, only to
stop shortly after. His formed change into that of his 16 year old self,
the one I loved. The one that haunts my dreams years after his memory
vanished.
I'm over it
Why can't we be together embrace it?
Sleeping so long taking off the mask
At last I see
I saw him change before my eyes but I still thought that this was the Tom
Riddle that I loved so many years ago. My senses left me and I flung myself
at him wrapping him in a death crushing hug and I was 11 again. I still had
my 16 yr old form my but mind was that of an 11 yr old. I begged him to let
me be w/ him. To go back to the days of his time, where there was no war.
No blood spilled upon the soils of the greatest school for magic. Why?
Because he promised me 5 years ago that he would never leave me or forsake
me.
My fear is fading, I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You feel them finding, always whining
Take my hand now be alive
I felt my eyes flutter open against my will. I didn't want to leave Tom. We
were finally together and someone tore us apart. My eyes finally focused on
the figure by my bedside. It was my best friend and future sister-in-law
Hermione Granger. Her face was tear stained and red. She fussed over me for
ages before talking about what had happened.
"Where's Ron and Harry?" those two had never left her side and somewhere in
the pit of my stomach I knew before she even answered. She went into a
fresh tidal wave of tears before whispering that they hadn't made it. It
didn't sink into my scrambled head; all I could think about was Tom and his
promises. My Weasley temper took control and I went into a stride of
comments that would have a sailor blush. I cried my self to sleep that
night and dreamt of him. He was there waiting for me with his hand held
out. I grabbed his hand and we started walking, He hadn't forsaken me
afterall.
What do u think? I know it could use a lot of work and the song doesn't
quite fit but this is what happens when ur bored. R/R
Embyr Black
