~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Quick authors note!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hello readers! This is my first story and I'm super excited to share my own story ideas in the Harry potter universe! Tom Riddle is one of my favourite characters in the Harry Potter series and like other fans I feel his younger self is a mystery! But of course queen JK couldn't fit everything in the books…that is why we are here! I also wanted to create a new character! All will be revealed in the story! Feel free to leave reviews on how I could improve, what you like and how I could make the story better! I have planned a few chapters already and I can't wait to share!
This story will include a new character of my own making as I wanted to put my own stamp on the story! But everything else, of course, belongs to JK Rowling!
~Mollie Lou
"These are dark times….there is no denying"
Prologue…
I couldn't breathe.
I can't breathe.
The battle had lasted for weeks and finally it has come to a close. In a mess of dead tangled bodies, heartbreak and defeat.
Defeat.
We let him win…we let the darkness in and infest our lives with hatred…and it was my fault…
I'd let Harry down
Hermione
Ron
Ginny
Everyone….I was the only one left but unlike the others I never had the fight. I never had that dragon's fire in my stomach keeping me afloat, I only had them. We had been fighting for months and I have finally given up.
I slowly began to lift my swollen, curse torn face off the stone floor. It felt as if I'd left myself on the floor below me, and the numb feeling I'd felt in my brain for weeks have finally reached my physical being . Hot, thick, wet blood dribbled down my face and to the corner of my mouth. I slowly moved my tongue to catch the drops and taste the feeling of life for the last time. I knew I was dying, and that was ok. As I looked up at the thick black sky a deathly figure loomed over me. The blur that swarmed my vision did not allow me to see anything but the dark out line of death.
There I was.
Face to face with death. The phantom figure took his wand from his side and lifted it to my cheek trailing it down to my neck, pulling it over the gold chain of the time turner that was tucked under my jumper, and out of sight. Hermione had given me the time turner before and Ron had gone down to the chamber a few hours before. Their faces filled my head.
A few hours earlier…
I was running wand in hand, numb from head to toe, into the corridor outside the great hall, and into the battle. Curses and dark masses whipped past my head as I rocketed further into the castle my feet tripping on rubble.
"CRIMSON" I heard someone scream over the noise. I turned quickly to see Hermione running up from behind me. As she reached me she did not say a word but only thrust something small and cold into my hands. "Take this and keep it safe while I'm down in the chamber." her eyes locked with mine as she pulled me into a hasty embrace. Confused and disorientated I opened my mouth to ask her what was going on. When she pulled back she gave me a small knowing smile which vanished as quickly as it appeared.
I opened my hands to see her time turner lying there, with the thin delicate chain trailing between my fingers. "Why are you giving me this now?" I asked confused. Hermione had always kept this on her person since third year and would never let Harry Ron or I touch it. She shook her head violently and pulled my head towards her, tilting my ear to her mouth.
"It's all down to you Crimson." She spoke so only I could hear. Her cryptic tone lead me to believe that I wasn't meant to know what she was talking about...Confused, I pulled away and once again opened my mouth to ask her what on earth she meant.
"Come on we need to go now." Ron interrupted from behind me, he voice hoarse and broken. He didn't even look me in the eye. The riddle in which they both spoke seemed forced but knowing and of course as usual I was out the loop and didn't understand.
Hermione pulled me into one last hug and sped off ducking round the corner with Ron towards the girl's bathroom. Dazed I placed the time turner delicately round my neck, carefully tucking it into my jumper and keeping it out of sight. I had no time to dwell on this as a cruse rebounded off the wall next to my head, and I took off into a run.
The wand that trailed along the necklace was swiftly pulled away and placed between my eyes. I scrunched my eyes shut, ignoring the throbbing pain in my forehead. This was it. I was going to die. I subconsciously clutched the time turner hard in my hand. All my thoughts were snatched away in a flash of green light, and a sharp tug behind my navel, my visions was masked with darkness…