Resurrection Resurrected"
******WARNING! This story will contain violent scenes, strong language, and sexual content. Please know this when reading this story. Thank you."
Chapter 1
"First Acquaintances"
Not every fairytale has a happy ending, nor does everyone have a happy glow to it. This story, to far in the breach of death and corruption, had put shame to the world of happy stories such as "Cinderella" or "Beauty and the Beast." It contained things too gruesome, too bloody, to terrifying to even be called a fairy tale. That's all that fairy tales are, just tales. This story, true from every blood-seeped page, was locked away in a cold place, until now.
September 1st, 1944
The steam puffed out of the scarlet train that rested on the tracks. Sheets of rain bombarded the gathering crowd of teens, pre-teens, and adults that stood outside of the train. Their clothes were soaked wet and they were chilled to the bone as a blast of icy wind drove down on them. The lights from inside the train looked like that of many lighthouses, showing a way to refuge for a lost boat at sea.
Among the scrambling twine of bodies, one small group stood out. They were all dressed in black robes decorated with thin veins of silver and green. The rain didn't seem to have an effect on any of them. There were several boys and a few girls, no older than seventeen, circled around one boy. He was seventeen. His eyes were the color of emeralds, but not as warm, and his hair was a neat cut and as dark as ebony. His well-sculpted face was as pale as the stone he stood on. A golden badge with the words "Head Boy" were pinned to his robes and winked like an evil sprit in the dead of night. His sneer looked as poisonous as the smile of a cobra.
"Mudbloods." he hissed as woman, man, and a few children passed. "If that son of a bitch Dumbledore didn't have such a soft spot for those disease- riddled rats, there would not be any at our school.
The train blasted a deafening blare from its whistle. Everyone said their last goodbyes before boarding the train. The children on board were students of an old, well-respected magical school called Hogwarts. The years there went from first years to seventh years.
The boy took a compartment to himself.
"I need some peace to think." he said to the guys that followed him around like obedient dogs.
The train jerked suddenly as it began to move along, its brakes squeaking as if it didn't want to move against the cold rain outside. The booms of thunder muffled the shuffle of feet outside in the hall. A flash of lightning cut through the sky like a jagged knife. The boy pressed his two index fingers together and pressed them against his lips. He was surely in deep thought. His eyes narrowed as his mind wandered, but then he was suddenly disturbed by a soft knock on the door.
"Who is it?" he barked.
The door slid open and a girl, maybe about seventeen, appeared in the doorway. The hood on her damp robe covered her face. She had a large bag in her right hand and used her left hand to hold the door.
"All the compartments are full. Is it alright if I sit with you?" she asked.
The boy gave her a cold stare. He hated girls so much. The girl tapped her foot on the floor and drummed her fingers on the door.
"Fine." said the boy.
The girl quickly came in and shut the door behind her. She took the seat next to the window across from the boy. The boy stared at her, not able to see who she was, with a deadly glare. The girl removed her hood and shook out a cascade of long, silky hair the color of chocolate. Rich curls dominated the ends of her precious locks. She ran a hand on her face, which was a cream color. Her cheeks were a rosy red and she batted her thick eyelashes. Her eyes were the rich color of cinnamon. She looked like an angel. She smiled to show off an even, white smile. The boy quickly took notice of her and forgot his annoyance. He had never seen her before.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The girl quickly pulled her hair back to get it out of her face.
"I'm Katrina Anna Smith from Oxford." said Katrina.
She began to fan her robe to dry it and a golden "Head Girl" badge flashed warmly at the boy.
"So, your Head Girl?" asked the boy.
The girl looked at her badge and lifted it for him to see.
"Sure am." said Katrina.
She saw the boy's "Head Boy" badge.
"So, your Head Boy." said Katrina.
"Yes, that's me, Tom Marvolo Riddle." said Tom." Tell me, what business do you have in London."
"Oh, my dad is working for the Ministry of Magic, and London was the best place for him to work so we moved here about a month ago."
Tom eyed the girl before him. A new girl with enough brains to be "Head Girl." Maybe she could be useful for his use.
"Tell me, has anyone sorted you into a house yet?" asked in a whisper while Tom leaning in.
"Why yes," said Katrina, leaning in and whispering as a flash of lighting illuminated her face, "Slytherin."
******WARNING! This story will contain violent scenes, strong language, and sexual content. Please know this when reading this story. Thank you."
Chapter 1
"First Acquaintances"
Not every fairytale has a happy ending, nor does everyone have a happy glow to it. This story, to far in the breach of death and corruption, had put shame to the world of happy stories such as "Cinderella" or "Beauty and the Beast." It contained things too gruesome, too bloody, to terrifying to even be called a fairy tale. That's all that fairy tales are, just tales. This story, true from every blood-seeped page, was locked away in a cold place, until now.
September 1st, 1944
The steam puffed out of the scarlet train that rested on the tracks. Sheets of rain bombarded the gathering crowd of teens, pre-teens, and adults that stood outside of the train. Their clothes were soaked wet and they were chilled to the bone as a blast of icy wind drove down on them. The lights from inside the train looked like that of many lighthouses, showing a way to refuge for a lost boat at sea.
Among the scrambling twine of bodies, one small group stood out. They were all dressed in black robes decorated with thin veins of silver and green. The rain didn't seem to have an effect on any of them. There were several boys and a few girls, no older than seventeen, circled around one boy. He was seventeen. His eyes were the color of emeralds, but not as warm, and his hair was a neat cut and as dark as ebony. His well-sculpted face was as pale as the stone he stood on. A golden badge with the words "Head Boy" were pinned to his robes and winked like an evil sprit in the dead of night. His sneer looked as poisonous as the smile of a cobra.
"Mudbloods." he hissed as woman, man, and a few children passed. "If that son of a bitch Dumbledore didn't have such a soft spot for those disease- riddled rats, there would not be any at our school.
The train blasted a deafening blare from its whistle. Everyone said their last goodbyes before boarding the train. The children on board were students of an old, well-respected magical school called Hogwarts. The years there went from first years to seventh years.
The boy took a compartment to himself.
"I need some peace to think." he said to the guys that followed him around like obedient dogs.
The train jerked suddenly as it began to move along, its brakes squeaking as if it didn't want to move against the cold rain outside. The booms of thunder muffled the shuffle of feet outside in the hall. A flash of lightning cut through the sky like a jagged knife. The boy pressed his two index fingers together and pressed them against his lips. He was surely in deep thought. His eyes narrowed as his mind wandered, but then he was suddenly disturbed by a soft knock on the door.
"Who is it?" he barked.
The door slid open and a girl, maybe about seventeen, appeared in the doorway. The hood on her damp robe covered her face. She had a large bag in her right hand and used her left hand to hold the door.
"All the compartments are full. Is it alright if I sit with you?" she asked.
The boy gave her a cold stare. He hated girls so much. The girl tapped her foot on the floor and drummed her fingers on the door.
"Fine." said the boy.
The girl quickly came in and shut the door behind her. She took the seat next to the window across from the boy. The boy stared at her, not able to see who she was, with a deadly glare. The girl removed her hood and shook out a cascade of long, silky hair the color of chocolate. Rich curls dominated the ends of her precious locks. She ran a hand on her face, which was a cream color. Her cheeks were a rosy red and she batted her thick eyelashes. Her eyes were the rich color of cinnamon. She looked like an angel. She smiled to show off an even, white smile. The boy quickly took notice of her and forgot his annoyance. He had never seen her before.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The girl quickly pulled her hair back to get it out of her face.
"I'm Katrina Anna Smith from Oxford." said Katrina.
She began to fan her robe to dry it and a golden "Head Girl" badge flashed warmly at the boy.
"So, your Head Girl?" asked the boy.
The girl looked at her badge and lifted it for him to see.
"Sure am." said Katrina.
She saw the boy's "Head Boy" badge.
"So, your Head Boy." said Katrina.
"Yes, that's me, Tom Marvolo Riddle." said Tom." Tell me, what business do you have in London."
"Oh, my dad is working for the Ministry of Magic, and London was the best place for him to work so we moved here about a month ago."
Tom eyed the girl before him. A new girl with enough brains to be "Head Girl." Maybe she could be useful for his use.
"Tell me, has anyone sorted you into a house yet?" asked in a whisper while Tom leaning in.
"Why yes," said Katrina, leaning in and whispering as a flash of lighting illuminated her face, "Slytherin."