A/N: Hey! This is my 2nd fanfic and its on Harry Potter (AGAIN!) This is kinda different. I didn't really think of a story and am just making one up as i go along. Just know that i want to personify Tom Riddle (not Voldemort). People seem to mix the two. Yes, Voldy is a noseless, evil mastermind. And yes, he is cruel and heartless, but some sort of humanity must have existed in him at some point in his past. Well HERE IT IS! Hope you like it and please preview!
Seven
Seven.
The word rang in his head. It was his favourite number. And this was his favourite idea to toy with. It had been for a long time, but now it was becoming urgent. He needed to decide.
He had planned it all out. He knew what had to be done. He had disciplined himself. Distanced himself from others. For now, this was his alone. He could trust no one. He needed to be completely untouchable until he could finally introduce this to other wizards. Until he could find himself followers.
Well, that had been his plan at first. But then he had met her. And all his plans, all his decisions to lose his humanity, to remain detached had turned against him. He couldn't follow through with his plan …
Or could he?
Tom Marvolo Riddle was in love. And as long as he stayed in love he couldn't proceed with anything. She was degrading him, poisoning him with her mendacity. Tom knew he was better – he always had –, but she was reducing him to nothing short of a filthy muggle. And that's why he had chosen to kill her. But now he was torn between doing what was right by him and just following his heart.
He watched her sleep. Peaceful she was, oblivious to the danger that was so close. But why should she have even worried? The only person who could lay a finger on her was him. And that was exactly where she lay wrong. The one most dangerous to her was the one she loved and trusted above all. She had no clue that her lover, her one and only was standing before her struggling to make up his mind on whether or not to kill her … or did she?
Zarya opened her eyes suddenly and her authentic act of sleep was immediately wiped away.
"Do it." She spoke softly. There was no fear in her voice. She straightened up and got out of bed, soon her face was only inches away from his. "Do it, Tom." She curled her fingers around his had which was holding the wand. She looked him square in the eye. "I love you. Please, do it for me." She paused. "I'd rather die than watch you become … that."
He watched her, tormented by the truth. Tormented by her decision. Hating himself for hurting her like this. Hating her and yet loving her as well.
"Do it." She said again.
Tom Riddle hadn't cried since he was … as far as he could remember! But now the tears came as he was faced with the agonizing truth.
Zarya's face softened and he read the absolute love in her light eyes. She pressed her lips to his and kissed him. When she pulled away she looked at him again.
He nodded and they spoke the words together.
"Avada Kedavra." He whispered and he watched the life leave her beautiful body. His love was dead, as was he. But something had stirred deep down inside of him. Something dark.
The Dark Lord. Voldemort had awoken. Riddle's soul was split.
Seven. Hissed a cold voice inside of him. There was nothing separating him from his goals now.
Now, of course, you must wonder. What is this? Who was she? Is this real?
It very much is.
Let me take you to the past. Before Lord Voldemort. Before his darkness had polluted the entire world. A time when this darkness existed only in a young boy's mind. Tom Riddle's dreams of the future.
A time when he met her. And found love.