Title: Lose Control
Author: A. Ninny-Mouse (AKA...Me!)
Rating: T
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Tom Riddle/Minerva Mcgonagall
Disclaimer: The characters are the creation of J.K. Rowling. The story is original, though inspired by the Harry Potter books.
Author's Notes: Sorry about the delay. I hope you like the revamp! I decided to change Tom's personality a little and really try to make him correspond with the charming personality that he is said to have in canon. Love it? Hate it? Read and review, any feedback will be helpful!
Chapter One
The castle had been lit up in green for hours, but now all is dark. I'm the only one left.
I'm surprised at how long I managed to retain my composure. The cold, grey dungeon, my prison, is completely saturated in the fresh scent of death. There in't much left to keep me sane. What's the use of sanity, it won't help anyone now. The more I think about it, the more I wish that I'd gone insane.
So many, and so young.
I'm snatched from my thoughts when the heavy door swings open to two masked figures.
"On your feet." a harsh male voice commands as the two march towards me. There's no other thing to do but to comply. My old, sore muscles ached when I attempt to lift myself from the damp ground.
"I said on your feet!" He yanks me up and shoves me to the other's waiting arms. "Our Lord wishes to see you."
I find myself being dragged through the dark labyrinth of corridors until we reach the entrance of the ruined headmaster's office, which is surrounded by debris from a pulverized stone gargoyle.
"My Lord." The Deatheaters bow and force me to do the same them.
I raise my head to look at him, the handsome and charming young man whom I once knew is now a hideous creature, more reptilian than human in more ways than one.
"Leave us." The creature says and waits for his servants to do so before turning to me.
"You could've died a long time ago, you know." His demon-red eyes examined me. "Unfortunately, your luck's run out by now. But you should consider it an honour to have your life ended by the Dark Lord personally."
"Go ahead, I'm already gone."
"Very well." He says. "Avada Kedavra."
I brace myself for death, for nothingness. Instead, I feel my heart pounding wildly and my breath speed up. I'd never felt so alive before.
Suddenly, it all stops.
"Are you feeling alright, Miss Mcgonagall?"
I open my eyes to see the familiar face of Armando Dippet staring back at me. I'm in the headmaster's office, but not the one I'm supposed to be in. This office was clean and professional to the point of being barely welcoming, except for the rather talkative portraits of former headmasters on the wall. I'm confused and unable to speak. My gaze then falls on the mirror mounted on the wall behind Dippet.
I feel my heartbeat pause for a split second.
In it I see myself. My skin is smooth and young, my hair is the darkest shade of black and tied up in a tight bun. I'm wearing a Hogwarts uniform with a shining Head Girl's badge pinned to the chest. Immediately to my left is none other than Tom Marvolo Riddle. Lord Voldemort.
Now I remember.
"Miss Mcgonagall."
"I'm sorry, Professor. I'm just feeling a bit tired, that's all." I glance nervously at Tom, wondering whether the same thing had happened to him.
"No worries, it'll only be a moment longer before I show you to your dormatory." The headmaster says, and then proceeds to go on about schedules and meetings. All the while I wonder about Tom. I can't help but be anxious, even scared. Though, he didn't appear to doze off like I had, I remember his talent in the art of deception.
Tonight I am vigilant. I lie in bed wide awake and with my wand in hand until the early morning hours.