Hey Readers!

So I stayed home from school today, and I had a really REALLY good Idea for a Tom Riddle Piece. Well, at least I think it's a good idea.If this reminds you of something that you've already seen somewhere else, please let me know and I'll take it down or change it as soon as possible! Sooo! Review review review :D

This story, does have Child torture and killing in it. It will get worse as the time goes on.. Sooo... If you don't want to read about that kind of stuff, this story isn't for you.

Both people in this book, are relatively young. Okay, understatement major. Tom, is only.. Seven when he kills his Father, and Jessica's Mother. Jessica is four. And then when she's not in a flashback, she's six. That's explained in the story but I'd like to clear that up now.

Also, I will be continuing my other story, but.. I grow bored with things quite easily, so updates on that one may be quite slow. Sorries. I'll try soon, but.. No promises.

Chrissy

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, and therefore I do not own the Harry Potter series.. Although if I did, we'd probably be still on the first book! I'm horrible with finishing books! Haha. I'm not making money off of this. (Damn. xD)

Edit: Hahaha.. Well, whilst writing the second chapter of this piece, I accidentally forgot her age.. And kind of made her a year older in each of the memories/present scenes! Sooo... I went back and made her, Five not Four in the Memories, and Seven when she's not in any of the flashbacks. -.-; My bad. Tom's age, hasn't changed though! He's still ten when not in the flashbacks, and Seven when he is. I'm not going to remove that authors note, just incase I accidently forget to change one of the ages somewhere in the piece, someone can yell at me for it! Thanks! And sorry for the long edit thing. :D

And with this, I'd like to introduce to you:

Chapter one of, It all Started With A Flash:

Remembrance

Her eyes cracked open, and she blinked three times, temporarily blinded by the blazing sunlight shining in from the one window in her cell. Slowly, the girl sat up her body wracking with blinding pain ending the attempt as soon as it started, causing her to roll over onto her back. Wincing nonstop as she did so.

Her capturer's face grinned at her feeble attempts, tapping his wand against his thigh soundlessly. She wouldn't know he was there, not yet at least.

She grimaced, biting her lower lip, trying to force herself to sit up. Try to remember what happened.. just try. Almost at once, she was greeted with an unwelcome flash black.

"Come on Mummy, let's go play!" A little girl about the age of five managed to squeak between giggles. Her light brown hair, fell out of her pigtails at the side of her face, and obstructed her crystal blue eyes from seeing everything clearly, causing her to trip over her two feet. The girl giggled harder, heaving herself up to a sitting position and looking at her Mom once again. "Muuuuuuuummmmy!" She giggled once again, putting her hands on the ground and pushing herself up. "Muuuummy! I wants-ta pllaayyyy" she jumped up and down. What was left of her pig-tails jumped up and down with her, tickling her face.

Her Mother, was sitting on a blanket, with a basket to the right side with food almost jumping out of it. They had planned this picnic for awhile, and she was going to make this work for her. Her daughter deserved this day of play.

"Muuuum!" the girl moaned out, looking over at her again, and her Mother stood up.

"Alright, alright, Jessica. I'm coming, now." She said, her voice sweet, soft, she remembered. Almost like honey...

She flashed back into reality. The girl didn't want to remember the rest, what came next... but her mind, didn't listen and poofed back into the memory, almost as if she weren't controlling her mind anymore...

Jessica giggled with delight, grabbing a hold of her Mother's hand and leading her to the swing set on the play ground. A boy was swinging on the swings already. He looked a few years older then Jessica, did, and he looked playful enough. The five year old Jessica, ran over to the guy, and smiled sweetly.

"Hiya! I'm Jessi-ca!" She said, giggling at her own rhyme. The boy raised his eyebrows and shrugged responding with a simple

"Hello," And continued to swing. Jessica didn't want to give up, she was a stubborn child by nature..

"What's your name?" She asked, bouncing on her heels, and her Mother looked to the boy apologetically,

"I'm sorry, she doesn't know when to stop. Come along Jessica, hun." The boy's eyes sparkled lightly hearing her voice.

"It's quite alright, Miss. I'm Tom." He smiled lightly, holding out his hand to Jessica, who didn't know anything about shaking hands, so she grabbed his hand and let go of her Mother's pulling Tom off the swing.

The girl on the floor shuddered in pain, her hand curled into a fist as if she were going to punch Tom, for ever touching the girl. For ever... Her body convulsed with pain again before she could finish the thought, causing her to let out a scream. The pain was so.. Familiar. She knew it was the cruciatius curse, somewhere in the back of her mind, and she understood at once. She really wasn't in control of her mind anymore.. Someone was controlling her thoughts.

She was thrown back into the memory before another thought could cross her mind.

Her Mother smiled watching the two, Jessica led Tom to the sand pit and started to show him how to make a moat. The toddler was so engrossed with her own explanation she didn't even look up once to see if Tom was paying attention.

Tom quickly took advantage of this, and made his way back to Jessica's Mother, silently. As to not alert the child of his actions.

He smiled politely when he walked back to her, "Your Jessica sure talks a lot." and she laughed smiling apologetically once more,

"Yes, I'm sorry about that Tom. As I said before, she doesn't know when to stop." Tom nodded in response, and plunged his hand in his pocket, and kept it there, his hand fingering something that stuck out of his pocket a little bit. To Jessica's mother, it looked like a stick, so she payed no attention to it.

"So, where do you live, Tom? I haven't seen you around these parts too often." She continued the conversation, glancing over to Jessica who had figured out that her 'student' was no longer there, but decided that she didn't care. She was still going to build a big castle for her Mommy. She couldn't wait to see the look on her face, giggling she set to work.

Tom followed her line of vision, smirking lightly to himself but quickly changed his face when he looked back to her Mother. "I don't live around here, I'm visiting my Father." A spark of, well, something, appeared on the child's face. Again, she payed no attention to the small action.

"That's nice, I hope he's doing well." She paused, looking over to Tom who shrugged lightly.

"It honestly, depends on your definition of 'well,'" his face lit up with a look that could only be described in one way. Evil. This time, try as she might, Jessica's Mother couldn't hide her curiosity.

"What do you mean Tom, is something wrong? I could possibly help if you allowed me too, I am a heal-- Nurse." Tom's eye brows raised quite a bit and he contemplated how to answer. He already shared too much with the lady. Much, too much for his liking...

"Mm.. Thankyou Ma'am, that's awful nice of you and all.. But I think my Father," The word rolled off his tongue this time as if it was a horrid word. One that should never be spoken in front of a lady, and yet he did. So, in order to show respect, he inclined his head slightly, hoping that she didn't realize why he did the notion. Well, she wouldn't anyways, not without being able to understand his thoughts. He paused and repeated carefully, "I think my Father, is well beyond your promising capabilities at the moment."

This time, the woman stood up, looking towards him carefully. "What.. What ever do you mean, Tom? Are you okay? Explain... Please.."

The girl willed herself to stop seeing the memories. They pained her so much to see the reenactment of only two years ago. Two painful years... Why wouldn't they stop.. She'd much rather have the physical pain.. Emotional pain never went away. But the visions pressed on, the person controlling her thought process, was a being much stronger then her. She was only seven, after all.

Tom furrowed his brows, and shook his head in a slow fashion. And when he spoke, his voice came out softly, but rather harsh for his age. His voice coated with warning towards the woman. He honestly didn't want to hurt her. He saw no reason for it.. "I'd rather not, Miss. Bentley."

At this, Jessica's Mom froze. Her hand went directly to her thigh staring at the young man, nervously. "Tom, How did you know my last name?" For the first time, in his life, Tom felt kind of nervous. So he pulled the 'stick' out of his pocket, and laid it across his lap, setting his hands on top of it.

"Miss. Bentley.." He began, and then took a deep breath. "I would like to completely apologize for what is about to happen." his eyes went emotionless, and cold. Deep black voids of death were all that bore into the eyes of Miss. Bentley. He raised his wand, and said the words "Avada Kedavra." A green streak flew threw the air, and Miss Bentley was dead before she even could comprehend what he was apologizing for.

A huge sob broke Jessica out of the visions this time. She refused to go back to them, blocking out her mind of everything and wishing she'd just pass out from the pain. She wished for that black sea of emptiness to drown her. Drown her and never let her back up. Two years of this, suffering.. of this mourning, was enough for her. Too much for her to handle. When was it ever going to end?

"Never, Jessi." An all too familiar voice rang out from the shadows leaving Jessica to whimper softly. "Aw.. Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you... Anymore." He grinned, stepping into the dim light tapping his wand against the bar of the cell she was in.

Jessica's face blanched, as she stared at Tom. The all-too-familiar face, smirked back at her. She could tell he loved to be in control of situations, and this obviously was his cup of tea. "Tom.. let me go.. I won't tell anythin'.. Please..." she whispered the last part, shaking with nervousness and pain. The left over from the spell and the memories washed over her like tsunamis, but before she was able to get to the comfort of blackness... They'd retreat. Leaving her in the horrid reality. Another whimper slipped through her lips. "Please," she managed to whimper out again but her voice broke.

Tom's eyes became the emotionless pools of nothing, that bore into her Mother's eyes two years ago. He turned the look on Jessica, causing her to flinch and turn away. Tom shrugged and flicked his wand, the door of the cage opening for a moment long enough for him to slip in with Jessica.

"Do you remember what happened after your Mum's..." He paused thinking for the correct word to use, and another smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes spread over his face, "accident?" he finished, pointing his wand straight at her head. The effect was instant, and they both pummeled in to another wave of her memories.