"Hello Tom," I murmured, but my magic made sure all within vicinity heard my voice. Every head turned towards me as I slowly crept from the shadows. Expressions of shock came from all who knew the Dark Lord as Tom Riddle. His scarlet eyes betrayed his emotion, though he kept his expression in check. "My grandmother sends her regards and pain." I added in the same monotonous voice. His eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Quiet, you are ruining my moment." He hissed softly. I laughed once, "Oh I'm so sorry. Am I stealing your thunder? That's just dreadful, I must stop," I saw the fury mounting, "but I'm not sure that I will. You do anger very quickly. It's quite humorous." Several people looked at me as if I were completely mad, or had a death wish. "What house do you belong to?" he demanded.
"I was in Ravenclaw when I attended Hogwarts."
"You can't have finished yet."
"Oh but I have. I finished when I was seven," I said brightly, "You see, I was a rather special student." His eyes widened slightly as I used his favourite word.
"You would do well among my ranks." Tom said, drifting towards me slightly, lovingly fingering the Elder Wand. "I wouldn't dare. At home I'm not even allowed to think of anything to do with dark magic. My grandmother won't have it."
"Who is your grandmother? My people must pop in sometime."
"If you don't want them back." I muttered, but he still heard just as I intended him to. "Where are your parents?" I glared into the midst of his followers.
"Dead, killed by some of your lot. Another reason why I'm not going to join you." I heard a low growling behind me. I turned and saw a large black dog slinking towards my side. "Good to have you back." I murmured to him as he looked over the people gathered. He snarled, baring his teeth when he saw Harry on the grass. He walked over and sat directly next to him. Tom brandished the wand threateningly,
"Who is your grandmother?" he hissed again.
"Oh dear, I think you might be getting a little bit of amnesia there Tom. She'd be absolutely heartbroken if you didn't remember her." I said nonchalantly, pulling a knot in my hair apart. He laughed silkily. "Her pain? Why would she send her pain?"
"Why don't you ask her?" I suggested.
"Maybe I will after this is over."
"But that would take far too long; I think you should ask her now." I pouted. His expression turned simply dreadful. "Grandmother?" I called, summoning my magic. Within an instant she stood by my side. "Tom." She greeted him stiffly. "Why have you brought me here Rosalie, I don't want to see his face again."
"I'm sorry Grandmother. I thought his memory needed refreshing. It seems he is suffering from a little bit of amnesia." I shrugged, brushing off her barb.
"Amnesia, well, that's a little different." My grandmother smirked.
"He's denying it, but there's something else that he's denying knowledge of as well." I glanced back at him; his face was contorted with shock and pure rage. "Careful Tom, that anger of yours will drive you insane. Oh wait, it's too late for that." I suggested. "Has my grandmother answered your idiotic question yet?"
"No…" he said slowly. My grandmother's face contorted slightly. I reached out to take her hand but she pulled away. "Tom, you should remember me, seeing as you told me that you loved me."
