Author's Notes: I was board and in a slashy mood when I stumbled upon an old journal of mine when I was struck by an idea. I have also been on a Harry Potter rampage and when I read a few fan fics on Harry Potter I was intreagued with the idea for a Harry Potter/Tom Riddle story. I've always been intrigued by Tom Riddle, and this is in third person but seen as Tom Riddle sees it. So he is the main character you could say. I hope you enjoy it and I do rather love reviews!
Summary: Its Beautiful, Falling from Grace… While wandering the castle early in the morning after waking from an ever occurring nightmare Tom Riddle stumbles upon an empty book. Nothing is written there. That is, until the said dates do the writings appear on the journal of Harry Potter 50 years into the feature. Not knowing who this mysterious Harry Potter is Tom Riddle has taken a habbit to reading the entries as they appear on the page discovering that the Blessed be the Fallen. And he has fallen. …In love…
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my self but I do not appear in the story. What ever I throw marshmallows at the disclaimers until they die because I don't like them.
Warnings: Some swearing. Slash later on.
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The Findings of a New Beginning
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Chapter One Empty Treasures
Sitting up suddenly I had to hold down my voice that threatened to let out a scream. Looking around wildly I slowly began to realize I was in the boy's dormitory, not the graveyard I had been in moments before.
Laying back down I rubbed my eyes and ran my hand through my dark brown hair, my face covered with sweat. Yet again, I had the same nightmare I have had every night for about two weeks now.
Sitting up again I pulled my draips away from my bed and looked around the room. The others in the dorm had not woken up at my startle. For some reason I was happy about that but at the same time I was rather upset. Did these bloody bastards not give a damn about anyone but themselves?! Wait, they're all Slytherins, go figure.
Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I nearly drew back as my bare feet made contact with the cold floor, and rising slowly I quietly made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and discarded my clothes into a corner behind me and stepped in. I smiled and closed my eyes as the warm water descended down my back.
After standing there for what could have been an hour I quickly finished and turned off the shower and began to get dressed.
A few moments later I was climbing out of the portrait hole and making my way slowly to the great hall. No one suspected me or even cared that I was wandering the hallways at 3:00 in the morning. I was a good kid, favored by most teachers so no one cared when I did something against the rules. In a sence they turned a blind eye.
I felt something bend under my foot and I stopped and looked down to find a dark blue note book at the mercy of my foot. Bending down I picked it up and found all the pages blank. What a waste. Shrugging I closed it and continued on to the great hall, maybe I could use it later for notes or something dull like that.
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Author's note: MY new story folks! I know its short but... its just the starting story! I know I didn't finish my last one but I really wanted to make this one. Please review I rather love reviews. So I can find out what I need to fix!
Author's note #2: If you are wondering about the note book well……. You will see!!! In the next chapter actually! So keep reading!