Comment: Alternative universe. In here everything is another unlike from the HP-books. It's a 'What if?'-Story. This novel minutely shows a man's death but I think it still endurable. It can be extremely short but I didn't intend longer. Jabberwocky's picture-series call 'lookatme' inspired this story, thanks for her to framed those :)

The little actress

Tom looked up during he clawed the notebook, what had lain on the ground and was well soaked by water. He looks into Harry's eyes deeply and laughed.

-Now, what do you want to do, Potter? – asked the question from the boy, who was manifestly dying – No one in here to save you. Dumbledore either. What sort of the feeling that you're enslaved? Your wheel of time slowly stops. The basilisk has fast-working nerve-poison. You'll follow your parents soon. Melting story. News will full of your killed in action. Pray until late.

The boy hasn't got power hither. His eyes turned out and his mouth foamed. He bled in the place of the bite like an overflowing river. Then, he didn't sustain any longer: fell ahead in his face and a crack signed that his glass has broken.

Didn't move anymore.

The puddles were turned red by his blood. As good as a cover, drew the snake to its next cheer. Tom spelled moodlighting. All of torches went up in flames onto only wand-movement. The luster with looming filled in the Chamber.

Thoughtfully looked the thorax 'till the ending: the serpent began the boy's head first and so, was doing well, finally his legs faded out in the outwardly endless orifice. The mighty creature contentedly subtended on earth.

Still something dropped out, thought. Walked to the blood-red girl, who lay in swooned. His steps echoed in the place. He bent down to her. In midget passes nudged her shoulder.

-Now, you should wake up, Ginny. Potter didn't exist anymore. We beautifully cheated him.

The girl, made as if nothing happened, got up. Smoothed out her face the stuck hair. Innocently smiled during her eyes glinted evil. Tom smiled back with lips what achieved his ears.

He opened the notebook. A strong breeze pervaded the premises. In the next second they're already faded away and just pale remembrance-shreds reminded out there that it's many a day they'd existed.

2004. 1st of April, translated to English in 15th of July