Full summary: Tom Riddle is brought back by the Resurrection stone, and he and his death eater follower search for means of returning him to a body, as well as new means of immortality...
I'll probably write Tom OOC, I'm going to pretend like Voldemort once had a sense of humor and sex drive... which, he probably did, once upon a time. This fic will have strong sexual stuff later, fun vampire themes, and a central Ginny-Harry-Tom triangle. There might be some Hermione Ron stuff too, and maybe some Tom/Hermione, Tom/Draco, Tom/Anyone I feel like, because he's such a stud. No, Harry isn't gay, but that doesn't mean that there won't be anything suggesting Tom/Harry, because I'm going to make Riddle the type of guy who basically likes whoever is good looking enough. Right. Well, if you have any questions feel free to ask.
Point to make in this fic: FRED IS ALIVE. I just can't write a story with a twin being dead, I'm sorry. He, George and Sirius were my favorites, and I'm not losing two out of three, dammit!!
A cloaked figure walked with a brisk pace through the forest. The wind was bitter and stung at his face, an exceptionally chilly day considering the date.
He continued to weave in and out of the trees, they were so thick that no light could penetrate through their thick branches. It had to be around here, somewhere, he would search all day if he had to, all week, all year...
He cast a silent charm, one he had been re-casting every so often as to help him in his search. He would see it when it was near, and at last, at last he would have him back, his lord, the only and most important thing to him in this world, would soon be back again...
Something snapped behind him, loud enough as to not be covered by the strong wind. Instantly he whipped around, sending a curse flying through the trees. He would take no chances, he thought, as he held his wand prepared to kill, he would not waste a second in hesitation to kill at the slightest mishap...
But no one came. No one was there, it seemed, though he had been sure he heard someone. Something. He the\n realized how rapid he breathing was, how heavily his chest was heaving. Perhaps he was just ...overreacting. Too hyped up on adrenaline, too full of excitement that the day was finally here, that he was, simply put, so ingenious as to figure out how to cheat death in a way no other had.
He continued to search.
Within moments, he saw it: The only metal object lying on the dirt in front of him, shining a bright red due to the spell he'd cast. His heart began to thud with anticipation, he reached a shaking hand down to extract the worn ring from it's grime and filth...
He smiled as he held the object, the anticlimitaty of it all having no effect on him: he wanted to yell and scream for the joy of it all, to bound through the woods despite the infinitesimal amount of space, to thank some form of a higher power for bestowing him with this, the answer for all his problems, for all his wasted hope...
But was here really the place? After all, he was very near the Hogwarts grounds... But where was safe, really? He knew of no nooks or crannies that would be safer than the forbidden forest itself, surely no one was near here?
So he concentrated his thoughts, holding the ring near his lips, his hands still shaking very hard indeed with the excitement of it all. He thought of his master, of the one that he alone was most faithful to, who alone could turn around his wretched life and give him glory where no other deserved it...he closed his eyes in anticipation...
He twirled the stone in his fumbling hands once, twice, three times... He heard the sudden sound of someone near him, and smiled, a wicked smile before opening his eyes to look into his salvation, his god...
Harry woke up exceptionally late. It was almost twelve o clock, he observed, as he rolled over lazily to stare at the clock with a glazed look in his eyes. He yawned, a long drawn out yawn, and threw his arms back behind him, stretching like a cat on his stomach as he did so. Then, with a willpower expected of no one else, rolled over on his other side, completely intent upon sleeping even longer.
"Harry?"
Harry grunted a reply at the sound of his friends voice, Ron decided that was close enough to an invitation and he entered. "Plan on waking up anytime soon? Lunch is ready."
Harry had been staying at the burrow for the last two weeks, but it had been anything but peaceful. The days after Voldemort's death were, of course, a complete fiasco. There were parties that were several times larger than the ones LAST time Voldemort 'went away', the strange sitings were all over the muggle news. He had been receiving an absolutely insane amount of fan mail, and after an very inappropriate screamer declaring some random girls love for harry, which ending in being very graphically described sex, they eventually had to cast a charm around the entire burrow so owls couldn't come in (which meant not receiving the paper for a week now). And despite all the mayhem, there had been several funerals to attend, most prominently including Lupin and Tonks, who had had a service together just two days ago.
Today had been the first day Harry had really gotten any rest. He needed the sleep terribly, his body was making up for the past several weeks of mayhem. Ron nudged him with his foot.
"She made BLT's. They're really good, just so you know."
Harry moaned again, this time more agitated. Ron laughed and sat on his stomach.
"OAFF- God, miss me that much, eh?" Harry breathed as he shoved Ron off of him. "Can't sleep for one more bloody minute-"
"Ronald!" Mrs. Weasley's voice proceeded the sound of her thumping heavily up the stairs. "Didn't I tell you to let him be? God knows he needs his rest, poor dear-"
Ron was just laughing, but Harry cut her off. "No, it's fine, Mrs. Weasely, it's late, I really should be getting up."
Mrs. Weasely scoffed at Ron as she looked into the room, but turned to give Harry a warm smile. "Well, if you say so Harry, there are BLT's downstairs, just made, if you'd like some. Or if you'd like breakfast since you missed it, I'd be happy to make some eggs or toast or-"
"A BLT would be great, thanks." Harry said, with a absolute rush of gratitude for Mrs. Weasley. She had been wonderful towards Harry since his stay.
She returned the smile. "Alright dear. And YOU," She turned her glare to Ron, "YOU clear out and let him have some peace getting ready, if you can manage." Her glare melted again. "See you downstairs in a minute, dear." She gave Harry one last smile before closing the door and leaving.
After she had gone, Ron chucked a pillow at Harry's face. "Need some quiet time getting ready?"
Harry tossed it back at him but missed dramatically, Ron laughed as it nearly knocked over his desk lamp. "Either you're still not awake, or you need some practice on a broom, mate."
"THAT," Harry said as he pulled on a pair of jeans. "sounds fantastic."
Ron left, with the promise he would meet harry in the back in a few minute's time, so Harry could dress. He pulled on a plain black t-shirt and grabbed his glasses before giving himself one last overlook in the mirror. He was still a little groggy, but otherwise looked pretty good. He was beginning to look less sickly, as he was sure he had to have looked on his 'quest'. Though still very lean, a healthy diet for the first time since Hogwarts made him look much less pale and much more defined, even his hair seemed healthier. It was still messy as hell, of course, but had acquired a shine that had otherwise been lackluster before. Not that he noticed these things, however, he didn't exactly have a mirror with him on the eventful voyage.
And so he grabbed his firebolt, positively ecstatic to have an evening for recreation, he hadn't flown in, well, who knew how long? He ran down the stairs so fast that he nearly tripped, and snagged a sandwich as he went outside.
It was a beautiful day out, though a bit cold. It was May, after all. George, Fred, Ron, and Percy were all in the air already, tossing around a quaffle. Harry was about to mount his broom before he heard something that made him turn and look around.
Ginny was in the garden, singing softly, holding baby Teddy in her arms. Harry had not yet had time to speak or be with Ginny alone, but had not gone unthought of. Rather, he had wanted nothing more than to be with her, but the rush of the week had been so great that they had not gotten a moment alone yet.
He edged closed to the scene, he felt like he was trespassing on something he should not be allowed to witness, like some kind of miraculous sight that he was unworthy of seeing. Ginny looked absolutely stunning, her pale skin glowing in the sunlight, a motherly care in her eyes as she gazed down on baby Ted, who was beginning to fall asleep. Though singing softly, her voice carried across the garden, just barely, and Harry relished in the angelic melody, but was unable to make out the words. She sat on a bench that was surrounded by a wild array of flowers, the scene of perfection.
Harry was snapped back into reality as something hard hit him in the back of the head.
"Oi! Harry! What are you staring at? Get up here!" Ron called annoyingly, Harry scowled and quickly picked up the ball, sure that Ginny had seen the whole thing and heard Ron, making him look like a complete loser. Blushing furiously, and without a backwards glance to see the startled look on Ginny's face, he flew away at top speed, away from humiliation.
Harry couldn't help but smile, however, as he soared through the brisk air. The realization of Voldemort's death still made his heart soar. It was over, all over, and now he could focus on all the things he had been distracted from; his friends, his 'family', his life, which was finally his again... He laughed aloud at the thought as he chucked the ball at full force towards Ron, who was hit in the side and nearly fell... and Harry just laughed, because being scared of falling off his broom was now his worst fear, not a dementor showing up on a death eater's orders, not having some disturbing image of someone being killed...now he had normal fears and normal problems, and he continued to laugh until he thought he could laugh no more, until he caught Ron's return fire, and as he passed it to Percy, it was as if he was making up for the past months of lost laughter... He was finally free...
It starts a little slow, but it will get there. Also, this has nothing to do with the fic, but I just re-read the 7th book, and I have to say this: Hermione was the hero of that book. I'm sorry, yeah, Harry was the one who killed him, blah blah blah, but if it weren't for Hermione, they would have been fucked before the damn story started. She was such a fucking badass! I was so sure she would die, because THEN Harry would have been on his own. I mean, what'd Ron do? He just bitched. Hermione killed Voldemort. For all extensive purposes. K, that's all. R&R!!!
