Standing quietly, the chilly breeze slammed through her midnight robes.
Long, napped but silky blonde hair swirled, contradicting the starry black
sky above her. Standing on the steps towards her large mansion, she
swallowed. It was her last year of school, of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry, and she was finally a full-fledge witch.
Walking up the stone steps, something in the pit of her stomach jolted hard, stopping her. It was a flash of light, a soft green glow of the dotted scar in the center of her forehead. The dismembered body of a woman, covered in a cerulean shawl, shaking for her last bits of air, of strength. The girl had stepped back, trembling more.
The mansion door creaked open with the wind, and the girl ran up the steps, forcing her stone legs to move. Stopping at the frame, a blood curdling scream echoed through the night. Lying on the floor, her step-father and step-mother lay, dead. There bodies were still in perfect condition, still in tact. No blood, no wounds.
Just.dead.
The cause was recognizable, as she stepped further inside. "Tom? Tom, I know you are in here. Tom, where are you?" She called into the house, withdrawing her wand from its hilt by her side. "Tom, please, just come out, why did you kill my family?"
"I thought I told you, Madeleine, stop calling me that."
"Tom!" she spun around towards his voice, her wand pointing out. "Er, I mean, Voldemort. Why did you kill them? I told you to leave them."
"And I told you, my innocent death, I would destroy anything that hurt you. Those Muggles were the reason you cried before leaving the Hogwarts Express. That man, he did those things to you. He was the one that hurt you, you said so yourself."
"They could have been forgiven-"
"ACTS LIKE THAT ARE UNFORGIVABLE!" he bellowed, a spark shooting from his own wand, also withdrawn. "Mady, listen to yourself. That is no way for a future Queen to be talking. You don't have to bow to anyone now. It's just you and me." He had approached her, withdrawing his wand and slipping his freezing hands onto her cheeks, tilting her eyes to meet with his own. "We have nothing to fear, soon this world will be ours for the taking, you know it, as do I."
"You sound so sure of yourself," he voice had a small acidy tone in it. Something wasn't right, and she knew it. Her premonition had told her. That dying woman, she knew, was her own twisting corpse. "But there's-"
Tom had placed his forefinger over her pink lips, silencing her. Resting his forehead onto hers, his smile was twisty, almost cynical. Madeleine frowned, knowing her own willpower and spirit was no match for his ego and ambition. "Hush, darling, you allow those prophecies to run your life."
"I'm always direct on! I never-"
"And your accuracy is what I need. What you see in those visions will help me to plan out my conquest. I trust you with my life, Mady." He kissed her forehead, his lips embracing her scar. She had never told him about her vision of her death, of being that twisting corpse. She never told him she was going to die.
And that death was his downfall.
Because without her, he knew he'd fall.
But there was hope, because she would never truly die.
In the end, she'd be back.
Walking up the stone steps, something in the pit of her stomach jolted hard, stopping her. It was a flash of light, a soft green glow of the dotted scar in the center of her forehead. The dismembered body of a woman, covered in a cerulean shawl, shaking for her last bits of air, of strength. The girl had stepped back, trembling more.
The mansion door creaked open with the wind, and the girl ran up the steps, forcing her stone legs to move. Stopping at the frame, a blood curdling scream echoed through the night. Lying on the floor, her step-father and step-mother lay, dead. There bodies were still in perfect condition, still in tact. No blood, no wounds.
Just.dead.
The cause was recognizable, as she stepped further inside. "Tom? Tom, I know you are in here. Tom, where are you?" She called into the house, withdrawing her wand from its hilt by her side. "Tom, please, just come out, why did you kill my family?"
"I thought I told you, Madeleine, stop calling me that."
"Tom!" she spun around towards his voice, her wand pointing out. "Er, I mean, Voldemort. Why did you kill them? I told you to leave them."
"And I told you, my innocent death, I would destroy anything that hurt you. Those Muggles were the reason you cried before leaving the Hogwarts Express. That man, he did those things to you. He was the one that hurt you, you said so yourself."
"They could have been forgiven-"
"ACTS LIKE THAT ARE UNFORGIVABLE!" he bellowed, a spark shooting from his own wand, also withdrawn. "Mady, listen to yourself. That is no way for a future Queen to be talking. You don't have to bow to anyone now. It's just you and me." He had approached her, withdrawing his wand and slipping his freezing hands onto her cheeks, tilting her eyes to meet with his own. "We have nothing to fear, soon this world will be ours for the taking, you know it, as do I."
"You sound so sure of yourself," he voice had a small acidy tone in it. Something wasn't right, and she knew it. Her premonition had told her. That dying woman, she knew, was her own twisting corpse. "But there's-"
Tom had placed his forefinger over her pink lips, silencing her. Resting his forehead onto hers, his smile was twisty, almost cynical. Madeleine frowned, knowing her own willpower and spirit was no match for his ego and ambition. "Hush, darling, you allow those prophecies to run your life."
"I'm always direct on! I never-"
"And your accuracy is what I need. What you see in those visions will help me to plan out my conquest. I trust you with my life, Mady." He kissed her forehead, his lips embracing her scar. She had never told him about her vision of her death, of being that twisting corpse. She never told him she was going to die.
And that death was his downfall.
Because without her, he knew he'd fall.
But there was hope, because she would never truly die.
In the end, she'd be back.