In Thought


Helena's words do not sting, but they seem to keep hold on him in a way that worries him.

It's not as if it is the first time he has considered the idea of being similar to Tom. Their black hair - their parents - Parsel tongues. It has been five years since he met with the wraith in the Chamber, five years since he was confronted with the reasons he is like a mass murderer. His parents' murderer.

He agrees with Helena, though. Everything about what he is doing reeks of Tom. They are connected even by Horcruxes: they both search for them, in a way. But he continues to play Helena like a fiddle, twisting his words just so. How Slytherin. If the circumstances were different - Tom would be proud.

It is sickening.


He looks into Tom's eyes and thinks one thing: No. He is not like Tom. Not like Tom at all.

His last thoughts, before he is consumed by green light, is that he loves Ron and Hermione more than anything in the world.


Five amazing hours in a theater for a 12:03 showing. Based on Helena's words to Harry, which were something along the lines of: "You remind me of him, you know." Fic will be edited on Saturday when I see the movie again and can get the exact quote. Dedicated to... Harry Potter, I guess. :)