Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.K. Rowling's characters, nor do I claim to. The story & Morgan however, (unfortunetly) belong to me.
Authors note: I don't really know what gave me this idea, however, I was listening to lots of KoRn before this, so that maye explains itoh well, read, review, please don't give me any death threats, I appologize for the apparent lack of magic. Also sorry about spelling & grammer. And bare in mind this takes place only about a year or so after Tom Riddle / Voldermort has left Hogwarts.
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Tom walked down a brick street, the sky was molten orange that trailed off into a deep blue. Sighing, he stopped, set down his bag and rubbed his sholder to release some of the numb stiffness.
Then, once he could feel his arm again, Tom continued to make his way towards his new apartment. Yes, his own apartment Tom couldn't deny himself the rush he got from thinking about it, it had taken him monthes of working, staying with friends and searching to finally give him independence. Now he was about to move in.
Tom found the building without too much difficulty, picked up his key and made his first payment. As Tom put the key into the lock he remembered again what the room looked like: A tiny fridge, ages old, a ragged red and brown couch and, in the bedroom a bare matteress with out a box or frame. Still, Tom thought as he pushed the door open, he could have done much worse. Besides, he hardly owned anything, anyway, all he had was a few clothes items, a couple of spell books and his wand, and that was it, he didn't even have a toothbrush.
Tom threw his bag down on the floor, opened his new bedroom door and flopped down on the filthy mastteress, not even bothering to take of his shoes.
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At one o' clock in the afternoon,Tom woke to the sounds of people running around on the street below him and sunlight cutting angerly through the blinds on his window. Hey! I didn't know I had blinds! Was Tom's first thought, then his second, was: my god! I haven't eaten in at least two days! I'm so hungery, I have to eat! Running a hand through his unwashed black hair and stretching Tom pulled himself out of bed and decided to try and find a place to eat breakfast or lunch.
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Tom had just ordered some toast and orange juice with the absolute very last of his money. I've got to get a job, he thought as his plate was set before him. Just then a rather attractive lady sat down beside him, " Do you mind?" She asked, while setting down her bag and kicking off her high heels.
"Nono, it's free," Tom mumbled, staring at her rich suit and shiny, shiny dark hair.
"I didn't think so," She said with just the hint of a superior smile.
Tom rolled his eyes and started munching he toast, it was pretty good, mind you, it seemed that everything tasted better here then in England.
"You're from the U.K.? We don't see many Brits out here," the woman said suddenly to her cup of coffee.
"I doubt I'll stay here long," Tom said simply, not really sure why she was talking to him.
She moved her stool even closer, so close that her knee was brushing up on the side of his leg.
"I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts in years, tell me, is that spineless fool Dippet still teaching there?" She whispered.
Tom felt the hairs on the back of his neck go up, "Yes, he is-how did you-"
"I've got my ways, my names Morgan Daar," she extended her hand in a buisines like manner.
"Tomjust Tom," Tom shook her hand.
"Charmed, Tom-just-Tom," she laughed and smiled.
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"And this is the bedroom, TomTom?" Morgan snapped her fingers in front of Tom's face
"Huh! What!" Tom nearly jumped out of his skin, he'd been so deep in thought, remembering the happy blur that these past few months had been, it seemed like it had been just yesterday when he and Morgan met in a dinner, and now he was moving in. Together, they were going to do so much, Tom and her were going to be great, one day they would govern the world.
"TOM!"
"Oh! Sorry!"
"Never mind, I'm about ready for supper- you too?"
"Sure, I'm game, where to?"
"I don't know. Does it really matter, food's food isn't it?"
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"Hogwarts is getting a new headmaster, did you know that?" Morgan asked once they were seated.
"No, I did not. Do you know who it is?"
"Yes, actually, I made a point of finding out, his name is Albus Dumbledore-" Morgan gave Tom a searching look, "Do you know him?"
"I do, he taught tranfiguration."
"Hmmmm, what's he like?"
Tom sighed, they were getting no where, "Smart, he's really quick, and powerful, I think-"
Morgan was staring at the space just above Tom's head.
"Hello, welcome, are you ready to order?" It was the waiter.
"I'll have the ceasor salad, please- no chicken."
"Very good, and you, Sir?" He turned to Tom, life had gotten much easier since he had come by Morgan, who was very gernerous with her money.
"The curried lamb and mint sauce, thanks."
"Thank-you, it will be here shortly, " the waiter left.
"Tom, I've been doing some more research, I think I found a way to be immortal," Morgan whispered.
"Really? How much have you got?" Tom was unable to keep the excitement out of his voice.
"Not a lot, there was a potion called 'Ambrosia' the ancients said it was the honey of the gods, yet there seems to a very interesting incantation that looks to be more of an ingridents list- what do you think?"
"I think it's definitly worth a try, there are plenty of 'legends' that have well more then a grain of truth to them, no?"
"Exactly what I was thinking, Tom."
"And, here we have a salad- no chicken, and curried lamb with mint sauce- Enjoy!"
Morgan gave the waiter a lazy smile and thanked him.
"Morgan, what are you thinking?"
"At this very moment?" She gave him a tantilizing look.
"At this very moment, tell me what you see?"
"Everything is changing, the world is spiraling down, down into it's own petty problems, too stupid to take a look around and see that things are sliding away. The world, magical and muggle, it is going to change very soon, this society is just begging for people to wreck havoc, and I see you, right in the middle of it, with me," Morgan looked at Tom, again, he felt the back of his neck prickle, "And you,Tom, what do you see?"
"Power," and it was true, that was all Tom saw, all he craved, except for one other thing, "And you, I see you."
Morgan smiled suductively at Tom, "Let's go, catch some air."
Tom nodded and followed her out the door, just then the waiter by the front called out "Excuse me, I believe you forgot to pay for your bill!"
"No, I didn't, you can keep it-MARLEMDUOLUS!" Dull sparks shot out of Morgan's raised wand. The waiter blinked.
"Good evening Madam, Sir, were you interested in a table?"
"No, we were just looking, thanks, goodnight," Morgan gave him a watery smile and swept out, Tom followed, marvelling at her ability with memory charms.
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Tom looked around at the sunlit apartment, he and Morgan had been living together for a year now, he loved her more then anything he'd ever known. Nervously he fingered the jewel case in his pocket, "Morgan, my dear, you've been in my life for a year now, yet it seems like you've been here forever-" are you nuts! That's so incredibly corny, you know she hates that mush! Hissed a voice inside Tom's head as he practiced, fine! He thought friercly, "Morgan, we've been very successful together, I can see we've gotten a lot of bennifits out of this and Iwantoyoubemywife." That is the absolute worst you've come up with yet! You sound like you're working outt a buisness contract! Tom sighed, then, giving a sigh of profound miserey, Tom decided to give it one last try "Morgan, I love you, I have never ever been in love, and frankly, it scares the hell out of me, yet, I don't think I could imagine life without you, without knowing you'll always be there for meMorgan, will you marry me?" Tom knelt down and pulled out the ring, suddenly he heard mocking laughter coming from the doorway behind him.
"Tom, what have I been saying over and over again? Love is NOT something to embrace! Oh, honestly, Tom, how could you be so stupid, and here I thought we were just having fun! No meaning, no comitment, no pain, completely disposible- I guess it was all to good to be true," Morgan sighed irritably, "I have to go, your not going to make it, no power, nobody mastered, you're far too sentimental and naiive, Goodbye, Tom." Morgan shut the door and left, leaving Tom completely alone, for good.
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So, how was that? It's not done yet thoughthere's still one more part, Tom is er-rather upset about what just happened and, well, as we all know, Voldermort is deffinetly not someone to cross! Please read & review, again, sorry about the spelling and sentence structure ;0)