"My immortal"
Tonight, my love, is another one of those nights, those clear, warm summer nights, when the stars seem so close, when you feel like you could almost touch those silvery-white spots high above- bun when you're just too lazy to try.
Tonight, my love, is another one of those nights, when I think of you, when I remember you and when I know I will never be with you again.
Tonight, my love, is another one of those nights, when I realize we have chosen different paths in lie, paths which will never meet. Never meet again, that is.
For once, on another one of those nights, now more than forty years ago, they were meeting.
"I'm so tired of being here.
Suppressed by all my childish fears."
I fear, oh yes, my love, I do fear. I fear, but I do not fear you. You should know by now that I know you far too well to ever be frightened of you. Or maybe not.
Yes, my love, maybe I do fear you. But I don't fear the boy I once loved.
I fear the man he's become.
For how shall I call you, my love?
Tom Riddle… or Lord Voldemort?
Lord Voldemort? Or Tom Riddle… like on that very night…
"And if you have to leave.
I wish that you would just leave."
That warm, beautiful night, that very last night at Hogwarts. The night before our graduation… I loved you, Tom, do you realize that? You were a Slytherin- and thus everything I despised… yet I loved you. I would have given my very life for you, my love.
You held my hand, that night… 'Twas just another one of our usual nightly walks- I knew for sure some teachers knew of them, but they ignored them with a shrug of their shoulders. We were Hogwarts' Head Boy and Girl. We were probably the two smartest students of the century. I as well as you. You as well as me.
'Twas just another one of our usual nightly walks, my love. Just another one- and yet, something special. For it was our last one, my love. You knew that and I knew that. We both knew it was our very last chance. We both knew we couldn't live without each other. We both were wrong, because we did. But we didn't know that, then.
We had never spoken of our future, my love. Of our possible future… I was an orphan- you were an orphan, we both didn't have anyone to look after. We both were as free as two eighteen-year-olds could be.
But we'd never spoken of it. Frightened we were- though we were as certain as only two passionate youngsters could be that we were meant for each other.
We were, I think. I think we actually were. But we aren't anymore.
"Cause your presence still lingers here.
And it won't leave me alone."
You took my hand, my love, and I looked up into those clear, soft green eyes of you. Those shiny eyes. You always told me they only shone for me. And I believed you.
Maybe it even was true…
I looked up into those eyes and I smiled as your hand softly bruised my cheek.
"Minerva…" you then said, and I once more smiled. Nobody has ever pronounced my name the way you did, Tom. The soft accent you laid on the second syllable of my first name always made my heart grow warm. Now, all that's left of that warmth is a bitter feeling, the feeling that warmth was not enough. But I was foolish enough not to see that.
I was eighteen, Tom, and in love. I just kissed you.
"Tom…" I then muttered, totally missing the mischievous grin on your thin, yet handsome face
And then, suddenly, you lifted me up, under the silky summer sky, and everything was just perfect. You danced with me over the lawns of Hogwarts, and I… I forgot my whole stern façade of "Head Girl", and I giggled like any girl would have done…
You twirled me around, you held me, you kissed me, and then, dizzy with delight and laughing madly, we fell on the grass. I giggled uncontrollably- I even wasn't ashamed of this "loss of my usual dignity". I have never been drunk, Tom, but that night, I was the closest to drunk I have ever been. I was drunk with you, my love.
Then, you stroked my hair and kissed me again. We were still sitting on the lawn, as in the middle of a ridiculous summer night picnic. I sat on your lap, the moon was shining and everything was so beautiful, Tom… I so loved you, Tom…
Now, that is forty-five years behind us, my love, and I now see what I then didn't notice…
But how could I ever have foreseen that? I think even you hadn't got a clue.
And then, suddenly serious and no longer laughing, you stared deeply into my eyes. I saw the moonlight reflected in those greenish, little lakes of yours and the only thing I heard was your voice- no more than a whisper in the night, but so clear to me.
"Minerva, follow me. I have got a flat in London… Minerva, my little goddess, would you… would you… Follow me, my love."
I was as happy as only a young girl could be, yet, with a half-smile I asked in a mutter
"Why, my love?"
You smiled as well.
"Because I love you. And to make the world a better place, Minerva… You… me…"
You were almost speechless, my love. You were speechless for me and I was a girl, a smart girl, but still a young girl. I was vain. I felt flattered and I loved you. How could I have known what your idea of a better place was? How could I ever have said no? I had no place to go to, and I loved you.
Yes, I loved you…
Then, my lips touched yours again and again and again.
And you knew I was yours.
Tonight, my love, is another one of those nights, those clear, warm summer nights, when the stars seem so close, when you feel like you could almost touch those silvery-white spots high above- bun when you're just too lazy to try.
Tonight, my love, is another one of those nights, when I think of you, when I remember you and when I know I will never be with you again.
Tonight, my love, is another one of those nights, when I realize we have chosen different paths in lie, paths which will never meet. Never meet again, that is.
For once, on another one of those nights, now more than forty years ago, they were meeting.
"I'm so tired of being here.
Suppressed by all my childish fears."
I fear, oh yes, my love, I do fear. I fear, but I do not fear you. You should know by now that I know you far too well to ever be frightened of you. Or maybe not.
Yes, my love, maybe I do fear you. But I don't fear the boy I once loved.
I fear the man he's become.
For how shall I call you, my love?
Tom Riddle… or Lord Voldemort?
Lord Voldemort? Or Tom Riddle… like on that very night…
"And if you have to leave.
I wish that you would just leave."
That warm, beautiful night, that very last night at Hogwarts. The night before our graduation… I loved you, Tom, do you realize that? You were a Slytherin- and thus everything I despised… yet I loved you. I would have given my very life for you, my love.
You held my hand, that night… 'Twas just another one of our usual nightly walks- I knew for sure some teachers knew of them, but they ignored them with a shrug of their shoulders. We were Hogwarts' Head Boy and Girl. We were probably the two smartest students of the century. I as well as you. You as well as me.
'Twas just another one of our usual nightly walks, my love. Just another one- and yet, something special. For it was our last one, my love. You knew that and I knew that. We both knew it was our very last chance. We both knew we couldn't live without each other. We both were wrong, because we did. But we didn't know that, then.
We had never spoken of our future, my love. Of our possible future… I was an orphan- you were an orphan, we both didn't have anyone to look after. We both were as free as two eighteen-year-olds could be.
But we'd never spoken of it. Frightened we were- though we were as certain as only two passionate youngsters could be that we were meant for each other.
We were, I think. I think we actually were. But we aren't anymore.
"Cause your presence still lingers here.
And it won't leave me alone."
You took my hand, my love, and I looked up into those clear, soft green eyes of you. Those shiny eyes. You always told me they only shone for me. And I believed you.
Maybe it even was true…
I looked up into those eyes and I smiled as your hand softly bruised my cheek.
"Minerva…" you then said, and I once more smiled. Nobody has ever pronounced my name the way you did, Tom. The soft accent you laid on the second syllable of my first name always made my heart grow warm. Now, all that's left of that warmth is a bitter feeling, the feeling that warmth was not enough. But I was foolish enough not to see that.
I was eighteen, Tom, and in love. I just kissed you.
"Tom…" I then muttered, totally missing the mischievous grin on your thin, yet handsome face
And then, suddenly, you lifted me up, under the silky summer sky, and everything was just perfect. You danced with me over the lawns of Hogwarts, and I… I forgot my whole stern façade of "Head Girl", and I giggled like any girl would have done…
You twirled me around, you held me, you kissed me, and then, dizzy with delight and laughing madly, we fell on the grass. I giggled uncontrollably- I even wasn't ashamed of this "loss of my usual dignity". I have never been drunk, Tom, but that night, I was the closest to drunk I have ever been. I was drunk with you, my love.
Then, you stroked my hair and kissed me again. We were still sitting on the lawn, as in the middle of a ridiculous summer night picnic. I sat on your lap, the moon was shining and everything was so beautiful, Tom… I so loved you, Tom…
Now, that is forty-five years behind us, my love, and I now see what I then didn't notice…
But how could I ever have foreseen that? I think even you hadn't got a clue.
And then, suddenly serious and no longer laughing, you stared deeply into my eyes. I saw the moonlight reflected in those greenish, little lakes of yours and the only thing I heard was your voice- no more than a whisper in the night, but so clear to me.
"Minerva, follow me. I have got a flat in London… Minerva, my little goddess, would you… would you… Follow me, my love."
I was as happy as only a young girl could be, yet, with a half-smile I asked in a mutter
"Why, my love?"
You smiled as well.
"Because I love you. And to make the world a better place, Minerva… You… me…"
You were almost speechless, my love. You were speechless for me and I was a girl, a smart girl, but still a young girl. I was vain. I felt flattered and I loved you. How could I have known what your idea of a better place was? How could I ever have said no? I had no place to go to, and I loved you.
Yes, I loved you…
Then, my lips touched yours again and again and again.
And you knew I was yours.