Everything Is Turning to White

Here is my new story! Enjoy!
If you recognise this, you would be right, it was in my Story with no End collection. I removed it from there and added it to here.

This will be a time-travel story, and don't forget it is fem!harry! And this is a Tom Riddle/fem!harry! story. Considering the rating, there will not be too much swearing or over the top mature themes; there will probly be non, but a warning never hurt.

Chapter 1: Frozen

Morning broke across the slopping moors of Scotland, spreading light across the white-coated grass. As the sun rose, it spread its warm glow across the frosted world below. Horses and sheep were eagerly awaiting the frost to melt and give them access to the lovely, sweet grass it had been concealing. These were beautiful things of the moors. It wasn't all nice and friendly, and had mean places and things about it; such as the shallow ponds, bogs and swamps, wanting to trip anything that goes by, and cover it in mud. But, the beautiful things made up for it though.

Another beautiful aspect was there being not a house for miles, which meant the population around was limited. That was why Emma Potter chose to build a house here. Away from the press, away from everyone and everything. It was the peace and quiet she needed and had longed for since… forever. Now, she could stare at fresh country instead of people's faces.

Currently, she was staring out of one of her frosted windows in her pink dressing gown, watching the sun rise and melt the frost. The frost wasn't melting yet, but it wouldn't be long until it did. Emma would be waiting; she always was.

Ever since the war, Emma had had more sorrows then she knew what to do with: that was why was hidden deep in the heart of the hills of Scotland where only moor ponies roamed. Here, she could be swallowed by her sorrows with no one trying to make her feel better when they didn't understand. The reason for her sorrow and misery, was because Emma had killed Voldemort. This wouldn't seem a bad thing to a normal witch or wizard, but it was terrible for Emma.

The man might have tried to kill her multiple times, and had been the cause of all the wretched parts of her life, but Emma couldn't help it: she fell for the man. She loved Tom Riddle; she really did. The only reason Emma killed him was he would still try to kill her, and she was sure he didn't love her. What reason did he have to love her? And what reason did she have to believe otherwise?

Emma sobbed; remembering him made her cry. She couldn't even say his name anymore. It was just too painful. People wanted to ear-bash and interview her about what happened and ask for her accounts of the battle, but she couldn't cope: she was dying inside from the pain of it all. That was why that was why she decided to hide in the moors before she just decided to kill herself.

Now, she was sentenced to frosted windows all year round, to watch the sunrise and melt it; to be alone for the rest of her life. It wasn't an exciting life, but Emma liked it. She was free. And somehow, staring out the windows covered in frost, watching it all melt: made her feel like she was melting, too. It was the only time she forgot everything: her fears, her sorrows, and her worries.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. Surprised, Emma crept towards the door. She carefully hid, then looked out to see who was trying to visit her. The first thing she noticed was her visitor had bright orange-red hair. Much to her surprise and dismay, the owner of the orange hair was Ginny Weasley. Why was Ginny here? How had she found her? Emma was sure she was untraceable among the frosted moors, surrounded by hills and mountains. Especially where her house was; it was partly in a hole, next to a layline! Emma thought with that layline, her magic would be undetected because of its energy.

Emma stayed where she was, hoping Ginny would go away. But, she didn't. "Emma, I know you're there!" Ginny said to the door, folding her arms. Emma ignored her and slid onto the floor.

A few minutes later, Ginny spoke again. "Emma! If you don't open the door in five minutes, I will open it myself! Or better yet, I'll send Professor Snape's ghost to haunt you!"

Knowing that Ginny's threats were nothing to sneeze at and she would carry through with them; Emma sighed, then begrudgingly she got up, unlocked the door and then opened it. "Ah, finally," Ginny said, smirking slightly.

"How did you find me?" Emma asked coolly.

"Well, might I suggest burning your notes and map of the moors might have been a good idea? And certainly, leaving them in your trunk at a place where people were living was a bad idea," Ginny said simply.

"Oh, okay; I'll remember that next time. Can you please go?" Emma asked, being short. She didn't feel like talking to anyone.

"Not until you give me the truth," Ginny said stubbornly.

"Ginny," Emma started, but Ginny interrupted her.

"Save it. I've drudged all the way across these cold, frosty fields, starting at four thirty; you can at least make it not a wasted trip."

"Ginny, please… it's too painful," Emma moaned.

"It's not, not anymore. Do you have any idea how many times I've cried, believing your dead? No, you don't! You've been a great and understanding friend: I won't let you slowly die from sorrow, and I don't want to lose you! Ron said the Ministry had seen traces of your magic around here, that's why I came," Ginny said, tearing up. That didn't last long: she started crying almost straight away.

She did not understand why her red-brown-haired friend had decided to shut her out, but Ginny was not standing for it anymore, no matter the reason.

Knowing Ginny was being truthful and she wasn't faking, Emma felt exceedingly guilty. She said, moving to let Ginny in, "Alright, come in."

"Thank you," Ginny said looking much happier; she was still crying but only slightly. Emma now noticed her chocolate brown eyes were bloodshot and blotchy, to suggest hardly any sleep and lots of crying. This made Emma feel even more guilty.

As they entered the living room, Emma noticed the frost on her windows was melting: now was the time to tell Ginny, before the frost melted completely and she lost her nerve. Emma and Ginny sat down on chairs opposite each other. Despite the fact Emma had conjured everything in the house, the living room was quite ornately decorated, with an air of old fashion in it. Ginny liked it. Even though it was in the middle of nowhere; Emma's home, the sloping hills dotted with sheep and horses, even the windows covered in frost: it was all beautiful and homely.

"I'll tell you why I came here, away from everyone and everything. But don't blame me if you don't like it," Emma started, sighing. Ginny just raised her eyebrow. "Even despite the fact he tried to kill me, and he took away the childhood I could have had, I fell in love with him. Ginny, I fell in love with Lord Voldemort," Emma said quickly before she cried. When she finished, Emma couldn't stop it, she cried. However, her tears felt cold and painful; as cold as the frost and the cold morning air, and as painful as the morning air when her hands got too cold.

Ginny only stared at Emma. She had a mixture of understanding and shock on her face. "I, I understand, Emma, I do. I will admit, even though he took control of me during my first year, I fell in love with him, too. I understand completely, Emma: but I got over it, which is why I now am dating Neville, and I will be soon married. You need patience and to keep going: then you'll get over it. I did," Ginny said softly after a while. Then, she leant forward.

"Y-, you do?" Emma asked in surprise as she looked up at Ginny, with tears dripping down her face. Ginny had tears falling too; only her sobs were silent.

"Yes, I do, I really do. Emma, as hard as it is, you've got to move on. That's the only way to get over it. If you like, I can stay and help you through: I'm going nowhere for the time being," Ginny said, grabbing Emma's hand and looking straight into her face. Only then Emma saw how determined Ginny was looking.

"I'd like that," Emma said, smiling slightly. Her tears stopped then, as had the melting frost on the windows and in the grass. Now, the sun fully shined into the house.

"Well, it's settled. But how about we go for a walk, now? You can tell me all about the frosted grass," Ginny suggested, remembering the hours of trudging across the icy, crunchy grass.

"Sure. But you'll find it's all melted, now," Emma said, a weak smile breaking across her face, and some form of happiness appeared in her beautiful dark green eyes.

With a smile on her face, Emma and Ginny stood up and gave each other a hug. Then, Emma quickly put her boots on, before leading Ginny outside so they could walk around upon the moors. They both might have fallen for someone they could never be with, but they had each other, and they would make it work, somehow; they were sure.

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Ginny stayed for two weeks after that, just helping Emma get back on her feet. Emma was still not the same person she had once been when Ginny left, but she was much better. Ginny was satisfied Emma was not going to do something stupid and she would be fine left alone.

With that in mind, Ginny skipped to the spot she would Disapparate from to get home. It had been nice to visit and stay with Emma, but she'd be glad to get home.

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