First things first. This story is the sequel (or more precisely,
continuation) to my first Harry Potter fanfic, "The Mirror of Erised." You
don't have to, but it would be best to read that first. I know it says 31
chapters, but it's not really any more than 40 pages of 12 point Times New
Roman. A novelette at the most.
Second, none of J. K. Rowling's characters belong to me. They never have, they never will. Nicole Takewitha and Lily De'Lacour are most DEFINITELY mine. [snickers] Actually, Nicole Takewitha is my best friend.
Third, the story takes place mostly in Haverhill, MA. Fleur's apartment is based on my friend Morgan's apartment, and the Haverhill Public Library really does exist. I never lived in Haverhill, only close by, so forgive me if I get something wrong. The preschool in Methuen, by the way, is based on the nursery school at Presentation of Mary Academy in (surprise!) Methuen, MA. Again, forgive me if I get something wrong; it was June 2002 when I last saw the place, and it was February 1998 when I last saw the inside of the preschool.
Yeesh. Nearly two decades of life already. I feel old..
Voldemort's Amnesia Jewel Little Bird Chapter One
Evil laughter. Screams of pain. A bang. A flash of green light. Pain. Whirling colors. Sounds of people gasping in shock. Bright lights. Monitor beeps. Muttering. Then complete silence. Black vision. A floating sensation.
Who am I? He thought.
Awareness was coming back. He hurt. Everywhere he hurt. He couldn't move his left arm; something prevented that. A cast, maybe? Someone was walking down a nearby hallway. Someone else snored slightly in deep sleep.
Who am I? Where am I?
He opened his eyes. White. There was a lot of white. It nearly blinded him. He blinked until his eyes adjusted. Everything was a bit fuzzy, as if seen through thin gauze. He looked around. His arm was in a cast; that's why he couldn't move it. The bed next to his held the sleeping person. There were curtains attached to the ceiling so that they could be pulled aside to give them both some privacy.
He was in a hospital.
Someone came into the room. A nurse, from the uniform. She smiled when she saw him looking at her. "Ah! Finally, you're awake, Tom!" She had a funny accent.
"Tom?" he asked, trying to sit up. "Is that my name?"
"It's on this library card," she said, holding it out. "Diagon Public Library in London, England. You're a long way from home. Welcome to Haverhill, Massachusetts."
He took the card from her with his right hand. "This is mine?"
"It was in your pocket."
Tom Marvolo Riddle. Diagon Public Library. London, England. It didn't seem right; he saw why. The card had expired almost fifty years ago. He didn't feel fifty. Maybe it belonged to his father. whoever that was. Still, at least he knew what to call himself. "Tom. I'm Tom Marvolo Riddle."
The nurse nodded. "That's right." She looked at her clipboard. "By the way, it appears that when you were hit by that car, you lost you memory. The doctor thinks it is temporary, so you should just go ahead and try to remember everything you can."
"Ah. I was wondering."
"This is why we'll not be able to ask you the questions we wish to."
"Questions?"
"You eyes, for example. Have the pupils of your eyes always been slit, like a snake's? Don't answer, you probably don't remember."
"You're right, I don't remember." He sighed. "I suppose I will just have to wait until I do remember who and what I am."
The greatest wizard that ever lived.
He frowned. Wizard? Wizards were creatures of fantasy.
@
Lily De'Lacour skidded her feet in the dirt so that the swing stopped its backward and forward motion. She was the only one who did so. All the other children were too busy playing.
On the paved driveway in front of the highschool extension (reserved for art classes and French classes for the highschool girls) stood a man. He was dressed in a black leather jacket, a black turtleneck, black pants, and black leather boots. His shoulder-length black hair was black, too. It made his face look paler than it really was. Lily was sure he was magic, just like her mama.
He was looking at each child that played on the swing set and jungle gym. Finally, his eyes met hers. He did not look away, nor did she. She got the impression that he recognized her. That couldn't be right; she'd never seen him in her three short years of life.
As suddenly as he appeared, he disappeared, leaving her staring at the empty drive.
She turned her attention to swinging again. She loved to swing. It was the only time she was not scared of heights.
Bobby, who was on the swing next to hers, jumped off and ran happily to the gate. His daddy stood there, laughing. Sister Jackie opened the gate and let Bobby through. Bobby squealed with joy as his daddy picked him up and hugged him.
Lily stopped swinging again and put her middle finger and ring finger in her mouth and sucked on them. Her mama told her not to do that, it'd make her teeth grow crooked, but Lily did it because it was comforting. She felt jealous, though she did not know it. Everyone in the preschool had a daddy except Lily. Why was that? Lily wanted a daddy. She wanted someone to hug and cuddle when her mama was busy. She didn't think Aunt Nicole counted.
Lily smiled and took her fingers from her mouth as a familiar truck drove up. Sure enough, the door opened and revealed Aunt Nicole and Mama.
Lily was proud of her mama. Fleur De'Lacour was the prettiest lady she'd ever seen. A lot of men seemed to think so, too; they always turned to look and stare as Fleur walked by. Some even sent wolf whistles her way, though Lily suspected Fleur didn't like that; the men that did whistle ended up bent over and coughing after Fleur muttered something.
"Hey, Lily!" Aunt Nicole shouted with a wave.
"Aunt Nicole! Mama!" Lily bounced off her swing and ran towards them. Sister Jackie beamed at them.
"Why, hello, Ms. De'Lacour, Ms Takewitha," she said politely as she opened the gate for Lily. "Mr. Smith is doing well, I hope?"
"He's still looking for his son," Fleur replied in perfect English as she picked up Lily. "I think that the poor man is getting discouraged."
Lily ignored the conversation and wrapped her arms around her mama's neck happily. Besides, she didn't like Walter Smith; he was creepy. She opened her eyes and blinked.
The man was back, and this time with a huge black dog at his side. The man was once again looking into her eyes, but the dog seemed to be looking at Fleur.
Lily put her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them, wondering who the man was.
@
End of Chapter One
Second, none of J. K. Rowling's characters belong to me. They never have, they never will. Nicole Takewitha and Lily De'Lacour are most DEFINITELY mine. [snickers] Actually, Nicole Takewitha is my best friend.
Third, the story takes place mostly in Haverhill, MA. Fleur's apartment is based on my friend Morgan's apartment, and the Haverhill Public Library really does exist. I never lived in Haverhill, only close by, so forgive me if I get something wrong. The preschool in Methuen, by the way, is based on the nursery school at Presentation of Mary Academy in (surprise!) Methuen, MA. Again, forgive me if I get something wrong; it was June 2002 when I last saw the place, and it was February 1998 when I last saw the inside of the preschool.
Yeesh. Nearly two decades of life already. I feel old..
Voldemort's Amnesia Jewel Little Bird Chapter One
Evil laughter. Screams of pain. A bang. A flash of green light. Pain. Whirling colors. Sounds of people gasping in shock. Bright lights. Monitor beeps. Muttering. Then complete silence. Black vision. A floating sensation.
Who am I? He thought.
Awareness was coming back. He hurt. Everywhere he hurt. He couldn't move his left arm; something prevented that. A cast, maybe? Someone was walking down a nearby hallway. Someone else snored slightly in deep sleep.
Who am I? Where am I?
He opened his eyes. White. There was a lot of white. It nearly blinded him. He blinked until his eyes adjusted. Everything was a bit fuzzy, as if seen through thin gauze. He looked around. His arm was in a cast; that's why he couldn't move it. The bed next to his held the sleeping person. There were curtains attached to the ceiling so that they could be pulled aside to give them both some privacy.
He was in a hospital.
Someone came into the room. A nurse, from the uniform. She smiled when she saw him looking at her. "Ah! Finally, you're awake, Tom!" She had a funny accent.
"Tom?" he asked, trying to sit up. "Is that my name?"
"It's on this library card," she said, holding it out. "Diagon Public Library in London, England. You're a long way from home. Welcome to Haverhill, Massachusetts."
He took the card from her with his right hand. "This is mine?"
"It was in your pocket."
Tom Marvolo Riddle. Diagon Public Library. London, England. It didn't seem right; he saw why. The card had expired almost fifty years ago. He didn't feel fifty. Maybe it belonged to his father. whoever that was. Still, at least he knew what to call himself. "Tom. I'm Tom Marvolo Riddle."
The nurse nodded. "That's right." She looked at her clipboard. "By the way, it appears that when you were hit by that car, you lost you memory. The doctor thinks it is temporary, so you should just go ahead and try to remember everything you can."
"Ah. I was wondering."
"This is why we'll not be able to ask you the questions we wish to."
"Questions?"
"You eyes, for example. Have the pupils of your eyes always been slit, like a snake's? Don't answer, you probably don't remember."
"You're right, I don't remember." He sighed. "I suppose I will just have to wait until I do remember who and what I am."
The greatest wizard that ever lived.
He frowned. Wizard? Wizards were creatures of fantasy.
@
Lily De'Lacour skidded her feet in the dirt so that the swing stopped its backward and forward motion. She was the only one who did so. All the other children were too busy playing.
On the paved driveway in front of the highschool extension (reserved for art classes and French classes for the highschool girls) stood a man. He was dressed in a black leather jacket, a black turtleneck, black pants, and black leather boots. His shoulder-length black hair was black, too. It made his face look paler than it really was. Lily was sure he was magic, just like her mama.
He was looking at each child that played on the swing set and jungle gym. Finally, his eyes met hers. He did not look away, nor did she. She got the impression that he recognized her. That couldn't be right; she'd never seen him in her three short years of life.
As suddenly as he appeared, he disappeared, leaving her staring at the empty drive.
She turned her attention to swinging again. She loved to swing. It was the only time she was not scared of heights.
Bobby, who was on the swing next to hers, jumped off and ran happily to the gate. His daddy stood there, laughing. Sister Jackie opened the gate and let Bobby through. Bobby squealed with joy as his daddy picked him up and hugged him.
Lily stopped swinging again and put her middle finger and ring finger in her mouth and sucked on them. Her mama told her not to do that, it'd make her teeth grow crooked, but Lily did it because it was comforting. She felt jealous, though she did not know it. Everyone in the preschool had a daddy except Lily. Why was that? Lily wanted a daddy. She wanted someone to hug and cuddle when her mama was busy. She didn't think Aunt Nicole counted.
Lily smiled and took her fingers from her mouth as a familiar truck drove up. Sure enough, the door opened and revealed Aunt Nicole and Mama.
Lily was proud of her mama. Fleur De'Lacour was the prettiest lady she'd ever seen. A lot of men seemed to think so, too; they always turned to look and stare as Fleur walked by. Some even sent wolf whistles her way, though Lily suspected Fleur didn't like that; the men that did whistle ended up bent over and coughing after Fleur muttered something.
"Hey, Lily!" Aunt Nicole shouted with a wave.
"Aunt Nicole! Mama!" Lily bounced off her swing and ran towards them. Sister Jackie beamed at them.
"Why, hello, Ms. De'Lacour, Ms Takewitha," she said politely as she opened the gate for Lily. "Mr. Smith is doing well, I hope?"
"He's still looking for his son," Fleur replied in perfect English as she picked up Lily. "I think that the poor man is getting discouraged."
Lily ignored the conversation and wrapped her arms around her mama's neck happily. Besides, she didn't like Walter Smith; he was creepy. She opened her eyes and blinked.
The man was back, and this time with a huge black dog at his side. The man was once again looking into her eyes, but the dog seemed to be looking at Fleur.
Lily put her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them, wondering who the man was.
@
End of Chapter One