Question: What does Jez do when she's just gotten out of school for the
summer, and should be updating her existing Harry Potter or Lord of the
Rings fanfics?
Answer: SHE STARTS A TOTALLY NEW FANFIC!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!
Oh yes. I feel evil. Which is probably a good thing, since I'll be writing with Tom in this story...you know you want to read it...go on...
Anyway, this, Remembrance, and another story I haven't really started yet, are eventually going to connect, because the details of Voldemort's history revealed here will be veeeeery important in the others. So read.
And I WILL write more of Remembrance. Eventually. Heck, I might even finish it one of these days.
Unbroken Circle
Prologue
Time: Roughly 60 years before the events of the Harry Potter series.
"There's nothing more you can do for her, doctor?"
"Nothing-the only thing I could do now would be to give her morphine, but she insists she wants to see her children and name them before she dies."
"She knows she's dying, then?"
"Yes...it's strange. I would expect her to be delirious, barely conscious. But she seems strangely lucid, and she's clinging to life with amazing tenacity."
A soft voice from the bed interrupted the hushed conversation.
"Where are my babies? I want-I want to see them. Name them. All I can give them is their names, and the gifts I have for them. You must let me-"
One of the nurses hurried over to the bedside. "Shh-you mustn't strain yourself, love. The babies are right here, in the next bed. Here, I'll lift you up so you can see them."
The three babies lay side by side on the bed, wrapped in blankets. The bigger, stronger girl-the firstborn-was crying heartily, but the boy was gazing around the room with a calm, wondering look, and the other girl-the youngest and weakest of the infants-was fast asleep.
The dying woman struggled to focus her eyes on the children, then smiled. "My babies. My beautiful little ones." She stretched out a trembling hand to point to each of them. "The stronger girl is Morella. You must give her my rings-the emerald ring on the chain around my neck, and my wedding band. The smaller girl...she is Elaina. And because she will be the weakest, you must give her this"-her hand fell on the wooden rod at her side, which she had clutched tightly during labor and refused to let them take, "-my wand. The most powerful gift I can give her."
"Perhaps the poor girl is a bit delirious." the doctor muttered to the second nurse. "She insists that's a magic wand. Even told me she was a witch."
The woman seemed to hear him, for she clutched at the first nurse's arm. "You must give her the wand! Promise me! I know you don't understand...but promise me...please..." she broke off in a sudden spasm of pain.
The nurse patted her hand. "Alright, dear, alright. I promise."
The woman relaxed, but her breathing was now shallow and ragged. "And...my son. His name is...listen carefully...his name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. Marvolo was my father, and their father is Tom Riddle. My son must have his name, and the picture of Tom I have, so that someday my children will be able to find their father. He didn't want me...but surely, when he sees his beautiful children, he will want them and love them."
She lay back in the bed, struggling for breath. "Those are their names...Morella...Elaina...and Tom Riddle..." Her soft voice trailed off, her eyes closed, and finally her hand, still clutching the nurse's sleeve, went limp.
*****
Five Months Later
"Home have been found for each of the girls, but the boy...I suppose he'll have to stay in the orphanage for the time being."
"You never found the father, sir? This...Tom Riddle fellow?"
"I did, actually...he denied all knowledge of these children or their mother, and when I suggested he come to the orphanage to see them-their resemblance to him is remarkable-he flat-out refused."
"That's a shame...those poor babes. And it's even more of a shame that they'll be split up."
"I know, it's always sad when siblings are separated. But the girls deserve to grow up in good homes, and if splitting them up is the only way that will happen, that's how it will have to be."
"I suppose...but I do hope they'll be alright away from each other."
"So do I, nurse...so do I."
Morella Riddle was adopted later that same day by the Lianne family, who moved to France later that year when Mr. Lianne, a politician, was appointed to the embassy there. Morella would not see her homeland or her siblings again until she was thirteen.
Elaina Riddle was taken home later that week by the Conahagns, who, by coincidence or fate, were a wizarding family. They recognized Elaina as a witch's child as soon as they saw the wand tucked into her blankets, put there by a nurse who, while not superstitious enough to believe in witches or magic wands, was not about to break a promise made to a woman on her deathbed.
And Tom Riddle sat in a nurse's lap and watched, crying silently, as his sisters were taken to their new homes, leaving him alone in a Muggle orphanage for the next eleven years.
A.N: So? (bounces up and down excitedly) What'd you think? Good? Bad? Quit screwing around with Tom and go write more Sirius/Alexandra and/or Remus/Celina melodrama?
Answer: SHE STARTS A TOTALLY NEW FANFIC!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!
Oh yes. I feel evil. Which is probably a good thing, since I'll be writing with Tom in this story...you know you want to read it...go on...
Anyway, this, Remembrance, and another story I haven't really started yet, are eventually going to connect, because the details of Voldemort's history revealed here will be veeeeery important in the others. So read.
And I WILL write more of Remembrance. Eventually. Heck, I might even finish it one of these days.
Unbroken Circle
Prologue
Time: Roughly 60 years before the events of the Harry Potter series.
"There's nothing more you can do for her, doctor?"
"Nothing-the only thing I could do now would be to give her morphine, but she insists she wants to see her children and name them before she dies."
"She knows she's dying, then?"
"Yes...it's strange. I would expect her to be delirious, barely conscious. But she seems strangely lucid, and she's clinging to life with amazing tenacity."
A soft voice from the bed interrupted the hushed conversation.
"Where are my babies? I want-I want to see them. Name them. All I can give them is their names, and the gifts I have for them. You must let me-"
One of the nurses hurried over to the bedside. "Shh-you mustn't strain yourself, love. The babies are right here, in the next bed. Here, I'll lift you up so you can see them."
The three babies lay side by side on the bed, wrapped in blankets. The bigger, stronger girl-the firstborn-was crying heartily, but the boy was gazing around the room with a calm, wondering look, and the other girl-the youngest and weakest of the infants-was fast asleep.
The dying woman struggled to focus her eyes on the children, then smiled. "My babies. My beautiful little ones." She stretched out a trembling hand to point to each of them. "The stronger girl is Morella. You must give her my rings-the emerald ring on the chain around my neck, and my wedding band. The smaller girl...she is Elaina. And because she will be the weakest, you must give her this"-her hand fell on the wooden rod at her side, which she had clutched tightly during labor and refused to let them take, "-my wand. The most powerful gift I can give her."
"Perhaps the poor girl is a bit delirious." the doctor muttered to the second nurse. "She insists that's a magic wand. Even told me she was a witch."
The woman seemed to hear him, for she clutched at the first nurse's arm. "You must give her the wand! Promise me! I know you don't understand...but promise me...please..." she broke off in a sudden spasm of pain.
The nurse patted her hand. "Alright, dear, alright. I promise."
The woman relaxed, but her breathing was now shallow and ragged. "And...my son. His name is...listen carefully...his name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. Marvolo was my father, and their father is Tom Riddle. My son must have his name, and the picture of Tom I have, so that someday my children will be able to find their father. He didn't want me...but surely, when he sees his beautiful children, he will want them and love them."
She lay back in the bed, struggling for breath. "Those are their names...Morella...Elaina...and Tom Riddle..." Her soft voice trailed off, her eyes closed, and finally her hand, still clutching the nurse's sleeve, went limp.
*****
Five Months Later
"Home have been found for each of the girls, but the boy...I suppose he'll have to stay in the orphanage for the time being."
"You never found the father, sir? This...Tom Riddle fellow?"
"I did, actually...he denied all knowledge of these children or their mother, and when I suggested he come to the orphanage to see them-their resemblance to him is remarkable-he flat-out refused."
"That's a shame...those poor babes. And it's even more of a shame that they'll be split up."
"I know, it's always sad when siblings are separated. But the girls deserve to grow up in good homes, and if splitting them up is the only way that will happen, that's how it will have to be."
"I suppose...but I do hope they'll be alright away from each other."
"So do I, nurse...so do I."
Morella Riddle was adopted later that same day by the Lianne family, who moved to France later that year when Mr. Lianne, a politician, was appointed to the embassy there. Morella would not see her homeland or her siblings again until she was thirteen.
Elaina Riddle was taken home later that week by the Conahagns, who, by coincidence or fate, were a wizarding family. They recognized Elaina as a witch's child as soon as they saw the wand tucked into her blankets, put there by a nurse who, while not superstitious enough to believe in witches or magic wands, was not about to break a promise made to a woman on her deathbed.
And Tom Riddle sat in a nurse's lap and watched, crying silently, as his sisters were taken to their new homes, leaving him alone in a Muggle orphanage for the next eleven years.
A.N: So? (bounces up and down excitedly) What'd you think? Good? Bad? Quit screwing around with Tom and go write more Sirius/Alexandra and/or Remus/Celina melodrama?