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These following seven oneshots were written for ink-stained dreams' challenge on Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum titled The Seven Deadly Sins Challenge.
This collection will be a mix of short drabbles and longer oneshots.
I'm not sure if you'll figure out this character until the end. Please tell me if you do assume it before the end, I would like to know.
This is for the sin of Lust.
Enjoy :)
Note: Title is subject to change. I'm not sure if I like it yet, or if it fits with the theme of this fic. (If anyone has any suggestions... :) I open to them).
A Long Way to Fall
Thirsty
"Sin is sweet in the beginning, but bitter in the end."- The Talmud
She knew it wasn't real.
A passion this intense could never fully be alive, simply because if it was, it would kill them.
It would rock the very foundations of their so carefully constructed lives. The ashes would rain down from the skies, and they would tumble to the uncaring, jarring, despicable earth.
Or so the rhyme went.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
But she didn't care if it was real or not.
It felt real, the way his hands touched her skin, icicle shivers. His lips met hers with a savage energy, rough and brutal, like he wanted to force all the grief out of her heart; he would scrape out the sticky black tar from her soul and fill it up with fire.
When they were alone it was just the two of them. So perfect, so peaceful. She would never have to worry about her family. They were gone.
Sometimes they wouldn't make love- merely converse- but there would be that flash in the air when his leg brushed against hers. It brought the desire bubbling up once more, and the heat would scald their hands and lips and feet, their tongues and their eyes and their ears.
Oh, how she loved him. And she knew in her very core that he loved her as well, deep down and truly. She knew he would love the baby as well. This sweet, tender child of theirs, growing in her womb.
It was of no use to continue living under this fabrication of a life anymore- she needed freedom.
She needed reality.
And thus the sky turned violent with storms. Gravity wielded his mighty power once more, and the earth crumbled beneath her horrified, damaged feet. The truth had slit the veil- this illusion which she had so carefully fashioned had disintegrated.
She knew he would come back. He had to. He could not live with his heartless parents- he needed her to fulfill his dreams. That's what he had whispered, so often in the night, when his body was crushed tight against hers. She thirsted for the taste of his mouth, the feel of his smooth hands trailing shivers down her back. There was no sign of his approach, yet she promised herself that he would find a way.
He never returned.
"But the baby!" she would cry into the desperate darkness. "What about our child?"
And so her cracked and twisted fantasy stumbled, disoriented, into the creaky doors of the orphanage that night, and all her adoration for him was pressed into her aching, sore body and the heart of their child.
The boy was small and wailing, nothing special at all.
With her last gasps of that awful mortal air, she begged her one true request: "His name. Tom. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Oh, I hope he looks like his father. Tom… Tom."
She inhaled her final breath, the name of her love and the name of her child still warm on her lips.
A/N: Please review, I'd love to hear your thoughts!