Rating – T

Pairing – Tom Riddle Jr. x OC

Summary: Thalia is trapped in the middle of the second wizarding war, a half-blood who can only think to save her family - it's all she wants. But she never realized that she was meant for more - never knew that the choices she'd made had blanketed everything and erased what little memory she had left of who she really was. It's a long and arduous thing to do, waiting for Death and trying to defeat it while knowing all along it will come and won't be stopped. But Thalia isn't the type to give up and even she learns this about herself in the strangest of ways, when she's transported back in Time to a certain Dark Lord's era and is forced to face the demons she'd left behind in another life.

A/N: So, this is my first Riddle Jr. fic and of course I chose to make it Riddle/OC. It's kind of hard for me to write this fic simply because I'm trying to make Tom human as well as the evil twisted little fucker we all know him to be. The beginning is kind of slow but it will pick up as we get past the first couple of chapers. Hopefully you stick with me. Well, I can't say anymore because I'll blab too much, but hopefully you enjoy it and if you do, you what to do: follow, review, fav, etc etc. Thanks!

Time Will Tell

By: NY GE Pyromaniac

Prologue

I never thought I could push myself this hard.

Keep running, I told myself over and over and over. The wind lashed painfully against my exposed skin; every muscle in my body felt as if I'd fallen into a vat of acid that had begun to slowly eat away at them. I thought my heart would burst soon from so much strain and effort or that my lungs, with every puff of air I took, came just a few O2 molecules from collapsing. But none of that – not a bit of it mattered. I knew I couldn't allow myself to stop, not even to breathe. I had to keep going.

The wildly beautiful scenery rushed by in a blur of evergreens and walls of low hanging ivy from gnarled and protruding branches that ripped at my clothes and cut shallowly into whatever flesh they met. Under different circumstances, I could have associated this place with another kind emotion and memory. But that bit of fantasy would have to wait. Or never get acknowledged. It would all depend on the outcome of this mess.

It will work – you know it will. I pushed harder off of the ground with every step and, just as I noticed the pulsating quality that my vision had taken on, broke through the last wall of branches and ivy into a clearing.

The moon shone brightest here and I even felt glad at this point to see the wall of black cloaks. They encircled a fairly small stone outcropping, from what I could see through tiny gaps in between them. My surge of relief quickly extinguished itself, however. The pulsating grew stronger around the edges of my vision, giving the scene the appearance of playing out on the body of a jellyfish: pulsing overall but more so at the edges. The pulsing emanated from the object around my neck.

I stumbled forward to the cloaks and the few in front of me broke apart to reveal him. He sat at the foot of the outcropping, even paler in the moonlight, with no trace of panic that any of the cloaked would recognize. But the tight line that his mouth had formed on his otherwise calm and collected face, to me, felt like hearing a whimper from a scared child.

Go to him – take him with you…start again with him, I urged myself, shoving weakly against the few cloaks that had recognized me and tried to hold me back.

"Let her pass." He spoke clearly and calmly, but still had that tight line in place.

Someone's chest rumbled with the suppressed growl, but they shoved me away from the mass of black all the same. It's not like I presented a threat as the neurotic mess I felt like at the moment.

The glass caused my vision to pulsate more violently and I fell to my knees before the pale faced angel, weaker than I've ever felt. "It's happening – I must go…. I have to start again," I told him, struggling to keep my upper body off of the ground. Only then, when I heard my own voice, did I realize how scared I felt – that tears soaked my cheeks. That fact, fatal to my ego because I almost never cried in front of him, didn't matter now. Now, only getting him to come with me mattered.

Registering a new thrumming vibration that radiated from my chest and joined the pulsing vision, I knew that time ran low. I had only seconds.

My breath hitched in a gasp and I felt my eyes widen with terror but he stood slowly, pulling me with him.

"Please," I begged. "Come with me – it doesn't have to be like this. We can – "

"Go back." His tone, one I'd heard before but never in present company, calmed me momentarily. His face, still smooth as if he'd just given orders to another one of his followers, gave nothing away and even though it stung a bit, I appreciated the façade.

The violent thrumming physically shook me despite his firm grip. This is it…it's over. There's no more Time. Time itself had run out here. The end brought a close to the pulsing but also a blinding azure light that began to coat the scene as if an invisible hand had painted it into existence. The weariness and pain that I'd felt so strongly mere seconds before faded as the light grew brighter. His grip also slipped, and I wanted to scream my protest – grab onto him and bring him with me.

But the urgency I felt paled only in comparison to how clearly he read it on my pleading face. He let go of me, shaking his head. "Start again." His parting order as the azure light finally blanketed everything echoed slightly before I blew away into nothingness as if I existed as no more than a dense mist. His dancing eyes – the last sight burned into my memory….