Do you know the Rumors?

Chapter 1: Prologue

*REVISED: 2/20/13*

Pairings: Tom Riddle/Harriet(Harry) Potter, -/-*

Summary: One Harriet Potter has disappeared along with Tom Riddle, years later 2 more love birds, Ron Weasely and Hermione Granger disappeared as well. Its 1997 and a new group of teens are ready to explore the Mansion on the Hill in their small town. They want to know if the rumors they've been told of the Mansion are true. But they can't be true right, because they're only rumors correct?

Warnings: AU, OCC-ness, PLOT, and Occult-ish things

*NO BETA*

AN: A new story idea I came up with.

Disclaimer: Bookwormweridy101 does NOT own Harry Potter or the characters, probably not even the plot.

Enjoy!

October 15,1953; Mansion on the Hill

A 17 year old girl slowly opened the door of the deserted mansion,which was situated at the top of a hill. As lightning flashed in the sky, rain pounding on the house without mercy. Her now wet black as midnight hair which was pulled into a pigtail to keep it out of her emerald green eyes. Black square glasses perched on her nose which she pushed up her nose as she closed her emerald eyes as the thunder clapped after the lightning. Holding the things closer to her that she had brought, the 17 year old moved deeper into the hallway of the quiet mansion, hoping to find a warm fire to curl up by to get the chill out of her bones.

"Harriet, you came." A male voice said deep in the mansion. No surprise was in his voice, as if he had already seen the future and knew it was going as he had wanted it to. A blush made its way onto the young girl's face at the voice. She sighed and smiled to herself as she went to find where the man who owned the voice came from inside.

Coming upon the room the man was in; Harriet held the things in her arms tighter to herself. Her emerald eyes landed upon the man. His eyes a lovely shade of blue, chocolate brown hair swept perfectly on his head, lips smiling charmingly upon her figure. Delicate pink shade adorned her cheeks while the man watched her look him over. His chocolate brown eyes spotting the things in her arms, a glint made its way into his eyes before disappearing as soon as it had come.

"I-I brought the things you asked for T-Tom." Harriet said with her blush going a darker shade of pink on her freckled cheeks. Looking through her eyelashes at Tom as his smile widened at her. She walked deeper into the study of the room to Tom. She handed over the things in her arms over to Tom who took them greedily. His chocolate brown eyes getting a dangerous almost sinister glint in them as he turned his eyes toward Harriet who was looking around the spacious study. The glintin his eyes could go all the way to leering at the poor girl in front of him as she stayed oblivious to his looks at her figure.

"Harriet, why don't you stay the night? Its late and I don't want you to get lost in the forest on the way home. You could also help me with the ritual as well if you wish." Tom said with a smirk as if he already knew what she was going to say.

"If you don't m-mind, I would l-love to stay and help with the ritual." Harriet said to Tom. The blush on her cheeks getting a shade darker once again. A sweet smile of affection on her heart shaped face.

"I would love if you stayed and helped me with it Harriet." Tom said his smirk getting more predatory by the minute. He loved it when Harriet, the sweet, naïve girl, was skittish around him. It was endearing in a way you could say.

"Thank you Tom! You're the best friend anyone could have." Harriet said sitting down on the couch in front of the fire. Her hands clasped together in front of her as Tom sat down next to her, the things she brought put on the side table next to the couch they sat upon.

"You're most welcome Harriet, would you mind if we start the ritual now?" Tom asked smirking once again at her knowing her answer to his question.

"Of course we can begin now! What do you want me to do Tom?" Harriet said looking at Tom with a look of affection in her eyes.

"I would like you to get some chalk from the side table and draw a circle for me." Tom said getting up and grabbing the book and jar Harriet brought him.

"Okay Tom." Harriet said also getting up and grabbing the white chal k. She went to the clear space in the study. She drew the circle around herself; the circle itself was thin and shaky from the wood floor interfering with the circle of chalk.

Harriet looked up as she was handed the jar that was filled with chicken's blood and told trace the chalk circle she made with the blood. She dipped her had into the still warm blood and ran it along the chalk circle she just made on the wood floor. Once that was done she was handed the voodoo book she brought for the ritual and told to recite the passage that was underlined in the book.

And she did as told.

"Ik bind mij aan deze duivel. Ik maak van mezelf een schepsel voor deze duivel om lief te hebben.*"Harriet said, her voice shaking as light was coming around the crude circle as she finished the spell. She screamed as pain shot through her whole body. The pain was so bad that she saw black spots in her vision. Her breathing becoming painful as she felt if her throat was swelling and trying to stop her from breathing.

A cruel laugh coming from behind her; moving herself to see Tom from her spot on the floor, who had been oddly silent during the ritual, who was now grinning like a madman. Harriet soon found that this was not her Tom; this Tom had black as night hair, deadly sharp fangs coming out of his mouth. Another detail, his chocolate-brown eyes that she loved was now a horrible red color, almost like blood.

Bile rose in her throat as Tom came closer to her, his insane laughter not stopping. Harriet's eyes widened as the circle she had made for the ritual had disappeared in her haze of pain from the ritual she had done for Tom.

"Come along my Harriet, let us go out to the forest for our bonding in the Old Ways of the Vampires love." Tom said grabbing her arm. When Harriet made a move to get away from his grasp, Tom grip tightened almost painfully. A whimper made its way out of Harriet's mouth, tears pricking her emerald eyes from the pain Tom had given her for her attempt of escape. Picking her up bridle-style, Tom rushed them outside before any other creatures of the night came out to play from his ritual to keep her as his and no one else's. Tom would have her as his bride, even if she had to be forced as his Vampire Bride.

Once they were both were outside and were in the cover of the trees from the pouring rain, Harriet was never seen again assumed to have run away for that 'Tom boy' who lived in the old mansion on the hill.

Since that night on October the 15, 1953 rumors have shrudded the mansion from anyone getting to close fear of meet one of M. Riddle's children and grandchildren who own the house. One particular rumor that is as close to the truth as it can get for the old mansion on the hill.

'Rumor has it that old mansion belongs to one of Mr. Tom M. Riddle great-grandson now, who mysteriously looks exactly like the late Mr. Tom M. Riddle, with his wife. Some even say it is him, who ran away with the lovely lady Ms. Harriet L. Potter who about his age, if my memory services me correctly. They never come out of that big mansion, lights never on at night, and they never have visitors, but every October 15 it would be raining like it was on October 15, 1953 in memory of the two lost lovers. Also on that night if you listen close enough you'll hear a cruel laugh coming from one of the rooms on the first floor of the mansion. Some say its true and they can hear the laugh but, than again though it is only a rumor...'

-To Be Continued-

AN: Love it? Hate it? Should I continue? Take it off because it was super bad? Review please if you want to see more! or not?

Revised AN: Thank you to Marwana for the correcting me on the dutch in the story! Virtual Cookie to you dear!

*I bind myself to this devil. Making myself a creature for this devil to love.