This is not a one-shot by any means. I hope that the characters would not be OOC, I'll try my best, but I promise nothing. .
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, except for the OC.
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Full summary: Many people are not who they seem to be. Many true intentions are hidden behind layers of lies, layers of assumptions. And sometimes, many feelings still linger even when they are thought to be dead.
When the only way you feel you can survive is to seek vengeance, when the only way you can meet her again is to seek immortality, what would you do?
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(About 57 years ago…)
Tom's hope dropped to the pits of his stomach as he saw her pale form surrounded by them. For the first time, he felt a slight hint of fear grip him, but he mentally pushed it away. They wouldn't do much, he reasoned, at most, they'd just mock and throw insults at her. He would reach her in time.
The muggle children gathered, forming a semi-circle around her, blocking her escape. In the slight drizzle, her flimsy sandals slipped on the wet rocks of the cliff with every step that she retreated, but she still managed to remaining standing upright. From far, Tom couldn't make out if she was crying, or if it was just the rain.
"Just go away already! Stop contaminating the air that we breathe!"
"You are such a freak!"
"Freak."
"Freak!"
"FREAK!"
He could hear their shouts and chants escalating in volume and frenzy, and that fueled his determination, giving him the strength to force his tired legs us the steep slope of the cliff. With every step he took, his breath came out fast and shallow, forming small puffs of vapor in the cold air. Physical tenacity was never one of his strong points.
He gritted his teeth in anger as he recalled warning her not to go anywhere alone, more specifically, anywhere without him. The muggles were scared of what they do not understand, and that included them, people with magical abilities. She was foolish to have gone out on her own, foolish to have not heeded his warning.
The others had already cornered her at the edge of the cliff by the time he reached, and they were laughing as they pelted her with the stones in their hands. Anger festered within him as he started towards the group. How dare they, he'll make sure to break every single one of their scrawny little neck-
And then, it happened.
One of the larger rocks caught her on her head and she stumbled backwards. But she was already at the edge of the cliff. There was nothing else to step on. Tom's eyes widened as he wanted to run to her, to shout for her to be careful, and to jump after her all at the same time. But there was nothing he could do. Because, unlike in the shows, time did not move in slow motion as she tipped backwards.
Her body formed a fleeting, momentary arc above the waters, and then there was nothing. Like a rag doll cut loose from her strings, she just fell.
At that instant, the air grew colder, seemingly dropping by several degrees, and more frigid. A sudden wind picked up and howled around in all directions. The slight drizzle turned icy and torrential, as if the sky was mourning. A distant thunder rumbled and lightning snaked across the sky as ominous columns of dark clouds rolled in. Down below the cliff, the crashing of wave were suddenly louder than usual.
It was as if the Gods were angry.
There was no screaming, Tom was numbly aware. Nothing to indicate her fall to death, except the splash of water hundreds of feet below.
An uncontrollable level of fury clouded his vision. Magical energy crackled around him, the salty air heavy with power. He did not bring his wand. He was proceeding on to his second-year, and wasn't allowed to practice magic in the muggle world. But right now, he did not care. A wand wasn't needed. His emotions are sufficient enough to be a proper substitute.
By the time the muggles noticed him, it was already too late. With a wave of his hand, it was as if a massive force struck them. The first boy was lifted off his feet and hurled from the cliff into the turbulent waters below. With a second wave of his hand, another went down. And another. And another.
Soon, he was the only soul left standing on the cliff. Laughter bubbled up within him, and he couldn't stop the maniacal sound from escaping his lips. It echoed all around him until it was the only thing he could hear. Then, it stopped.
He landed on his knees heavily as he hit the ground with his fist. This wasn't meant to happen. She shouldn't have died.
' Ho scritto una storia d'amore senza inizio e senza fine...per scriverla con te.* ' Wasn't that what they had promised each other? That they'd write the story together?
Tears flowed down his face as he allowed himself to indulge in weakness for once. He remained in that position for a length of time, with the cold rain soaking into his clothes and seeping into his skin, before he finally stood. Up. His eyes shone with dark emotions. Throwing his head back, he let out a shout of despair that echoed louder than his laughter, raw and sorrowful emotions all convey in one motion.
On that day, he swore revenge on the muggles for causing her death.
That was the only day that Tom Marvolo Riddle ever cried and truly mourned the death of someone.
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*( I have written a love story without a beginning or ending...so that we may write it together. )
The phrase is Italian, well, cause I wanted to use something other than English. ~.~
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