I was on a hilltop. Just waiting. Tears flowed down my cheeks but not one would land on Pearl. She was my precious baby safely tucked away and held tight to my chest as the wind whipped around me. I knew he would come. I knew his true loyalties. I always knew in a way that Tom must never know.
Soon enough Severus Snape appeared. Soon he would beg for the love of his life. Even though it meant betraying the Dark Lord. I value him for that, for he would have another message to deliver to Dumbledore. He was scared once he saw me.
'Severus please.' I knew my eyes could not convey my desperation alone. Severus slipped into my mind and I let him. He saw Tom holding my Pearl and looking into her eyes, he was pleased with what he saw, that's what scared me. He felt my terror and never ending questions, what does he want her for?
Tom lured me in a long time ago. He has that effect on people and I suppose I should too being part veela. I think that's why he chose me. He broke me down to give him what he wanted. Tom desired a magical child who was born extraordinary. Well I could give him that apparently. My chest is aching, about to fall apart. I have to give her away. I'll never know who she is, nor what she is because I cant.
'Please.' I repeated. Was there any point? Begging was futile he had proven that to me. He had broken me down into a shell of who I was born to be. I couldn't let that happen to Pearl. Wasn't Severus different to him? Didn't he feel love?
I handed Pearl into his waiting arms, not long how until I had to leave but just long enough. The child started to cry, balanced awkwardly in Severus's arms, her face open to the biting wind and tears pooling.
'Good luck my Pearl.' I whispered, brushing away those tears for her delicate little face. She had no true name, just some dirty piece of Slytherin history, which Dumbledore would not pass on. I took a step back and disappeared from that hilltop where tears keep falling. I was fee as the wind. I was headed to my death. I had chosen it. I had won. It was over.
Far away a women appeared on a cliff top. She had an empty blanket in her hands and a distant searching look on her face as she stared into the merciless waves below. A cloaked man appeared beside her soundlessly, like a shadow.
''You knew you would never beat me Forida.'' He said quietly, confidently. She just smiled, still searching the waves forebodingly.
The man slowly lowered his jet-black hood reveling a slanting snake like face and bloody, crimson eyes. Forida shuddered, his former beauty long forgotten; those blood red eyes did go part way to warning of the darkness within.
''Give her to me now, you've lost girl.'' His voice was high and cold. Forida kept smiling, showing her empty arms and looking into the sea below.
''If you want her, go get her.'' Her smile broadened witlessly, still staring at the sea below. Cold salty spray was thrown up again and again as the churning foamy whirlpools of wave rose and fell.
The key to her plan came through. She locked eyes with the Tom Marvolo Riddle. He looked into her and she looked into him. He saw only what she wanted him to see. A beautiful child, just a few inches of shining black hair, eyes closed and skin already a lifeless blue as she fell from her mothers arms, into the violent sea below…
A high-pitched, cold scream pierced the smothering wind. A woman jumped and sored toward the sea. A furious green light met her fatedly.
Her soul never touched the waters icy skin.