Tales of Tom Riddle and Harry Potter
By
Emerald ice77
I'm sstanding in a midnight clear. The moon is cirtantly bright in here. The grass is green, the trees are tall they say welcome one and all. The trees do whisper in a leer to tell when the dark lord is near. Tom riddle was so sexy indeed, he made me want to kiss him or flee, but if I did I knew he'd have done the unforgivable three. Now he's tall and fair with out the hair. His eyes are redder than a rose, but his nostrils don't resemble a human nose. From the ancient house of Gont he came, but for Tom Riddle there was no fame. For this he felt deepest shame for neither house would claim his name. On a Holloween night filled with delight there was candy to tickle the spleen. When all of the ghost are awake no caution did the Potters take for if they did they would have lived on, and young Harry would not have had to indore the Derslys home ever more. For Voldemort was evel this is true, but his actions were of daring do. With out the knowledge he desperately needed, he acted rashly, so then he proceeded to kill the child who would defeat him. In a flash of lighting his sole was ripped from his body. His body never hit the floor, this was because it was no more. In fear and pain he lay hoping his friends would not keep him astray. While one was piecefully sleeping the other was endlessly ceasing to be in existence. The potter boy grew in nobility and skill, only to learn the real deal behind his past. To Hugworts he went, and all the students said there goes a clever gent. He found two friends beyond compare, and many adventures did the trio share. Hary and Hermione did save the world from despair, but Voldemort slipped back into his lair filled with utter despair. Cause he felt no one really cared. Non of those lovable little bares came to ease his pain for in his hart there was a bitter rain. He swore he would get them all expectially the son of a bitch who caused his down fall. No finger should be pointed for the one who really caused it all was already anointed. The noble robes of Dumbledor hid the hatred for the Riddle boy. Who asked for nothing more than love and kindness that could've been given by the noble Dumbledor. For he dislike young Tom on sight which made the child stray away from the light.. As our story comes to an end, Voldemort and Harry should be pitied for neither chose the path set before them despite the meanless words uttered by him, but still what must be will come to pass. There is no time to change not even for shame for neither can live without causing the other great pain. So this is what the trees, moon, and grass had to tell. We hope you learn from this story for neither Harry nor Voldemort had no glorey. The moral is clear indeed, so take heed my dear. The signs are there to see, now I have worned you of the pperils that be.