OKAY THIS IS MY SECOND FANFIC AND AT THE MOMENT AM IN TOTAL LOVE WITH TOM RIDDLE JR. (DON'T ASK JUST AM!)
DISCLAIMER... DON'T ANY TOM OR ANY OF ROWLING'S CREATIONS...I ONLY OWN WHAT COMES OUT OF THE INNER WORKINGS OF MY MIND MUAHAHAHA!
WARNINGS... NONE FOR THE THIS CHAPTER...
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SHE'S THE ONE
PROLOGUE
A figure, clad in the Slytherin green and silver stands on a balcony, looking out at the deep midnight. A soft breeze ruffles the figure's hair, causing jet black strands to wave around her oval face. Almond shaped emerald eyes scanned the darkness. The figure was undoubtably a woman, a woman of unsurpassable beauty, with a gaze of steel and a resolve of iron. Yet, for all her strength she seemed sad. She was trapped.
Footsteps approached her from behind, so silent they were scarcely heard. A pair of arms coiled themselves around her waist in a protective manner.
"Were you thinking of escaping my dear?"
The mans voice was quiet, and bore a snake like quality to it, and the woman was instantly put on awares. He had made it clear what would happen should she try to leave him again, and she knew her pain tolerance would not last another round of the Cruciatus Curse.
"Am I not allowed to admire the night now...or is the small freedom of observance also to be taken from me?"
She knew she shouldn't talk so... her captor was dangerous, in a beautiful, seductive sort of way. She knew she shouldn't anger him, but she couldn't help it. He irritated her to unknown ends, and if she didn't get a hold of herself she would snap.
The man was a long time in replying. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck, tickling her senses. In a swift movement she was spun round to face her captor, green eyes meeting ones red with anger.
"You fool!" the man hissed "You will never be free...not as long as you belong to me!"
He threw her back into the room the balcony belonged to, a bedroom. She stumbled, grabbing on to the bedpost to stop herself from falling. The man grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up. Her legs flailed, kicking at the air, whilst her hands grabbed at the man's, trying desperatly to free herself from his grip.
He was so angry, she knew now her stubborness would get her killed. She needed air, spots started to appear in front of her eyes, everything was growing blurry...
Emma Stone sat up in bed, drinking in the sweet night air. Her breath was coming out in short gasps and she was panting desperatly, like one who had just been strangled to near death. Automatically her hands reached to her throat. There was nothing there.
Emma had been having these dreams for a little over a month now. Each time they had grown clearer, and more real. She was slowly losing sleep. Due to common sense and similarities, she had figured out that the woman in her dream was her, even if she was at a loss as to why she was wearing Slytherin's colours. She had been a Gryfindor for Merlin's sake, it was natural that she would hate them, not tart about in dresses of their colours.
She rolled over and checked her alarm clock. 3:30 am. She cursed in Italian. Why did fate have to curse with nightmares that woke her up at ridiculous hours? Laying back down, she vowed that she would visit Diagon Alley when the sun was properly up and get some Dreamless Sleep Potion. The nightmares had gone beyond a joke now, and she needed to sleep before she went back to work, or run the risk of doing something wrong under the influence of sleep deprivation and losing her job.
Her last thoughts before she drifted back to sleep was of a handsome red-eyed man, watching her intently...
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THERE WHAT DO YOU THINK? CHAPTER ONE IS IN PROGRESS, BUT WILL ONLY UPLOAD DEPENDING ON WHAT YOU THINK.
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