A.N: I've written this entirely and in honour of my good friend Wisdom, aka pureblcods. I hope you like this :)
Challenges:
Gringotts Prompt Bank: Mythology!AU
Restriction: No using the word 'said'
Acrostic-y Challenge (Chapter 6): T - Tom Riddle; Towel ; The Burrow
Word Count: 499
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The Fragrant Abduction
I'm wearing the invisible crown; you just can't see it yet.
The summer is here and she's overjoyed. The bright sun beams down, warming her skin like molten lava. She wants to tan; wants to feel the summer sky inject it's sweet venom into her veins.
Ginevra Weasley dances in the back garden of the Burrow, swinging the towels that she's supposed to be hanging over her head. She pegs them up neatly, then swirls in and out of the washing lines, her white skirts swishing around her ankles. She's wearing her Saturday clothes, an ivory sundress with spaghetti straps, cascading long and lovely down her slim legs. It's made from thin linen material, perfect for the warm weather.
She treads carefully as she approaches her mother's flowerbed. Molly Weasley has a penchant for gardening, and she has previously ensured that all of her children know to treat the flowers with the utmost care. Ginny smiles, enjoying the sight of the blue-grey hydrangeas in bloom, breathing in the fresh, fragrant smell of the freesias, and reaching out to delicately stroke the petal of one large, lilac rose.
It's the most beautiful day. A day that is about to be beautifully ruined.
oOo
Tom Riddle feels Ginny before he sees her.
She feels like what he imagines the clouds in the sky feel like; soft and light and fluffy. She glows like the brightest part of the sun on the longest summer day, shining down on his gloomy corner of hell with her ethereal light.
He has never seen someone so wonderfully pure and dainty and innocent; never known anyone to be born of the daytime and the floral breeze. He doesn't know who she is, but he knows he has to have her.
He has to take her for his own.
The ground shudders and rumbles, and Tom raises his arms to rise. Below his feet, the floor is pushed higher and higher by Tom's unspoken spell, raising him to the surface world. Earth and dirt crumbles around him, but he is left untouched by the filth that surrounds him.
The flowerbed collapses as he breaks through the surface of the garden. Before his eyes, Ginny retreats, the look of summery joy falling from her face. Shock registers on her features, her honey-brown eyes widening in horror and her small pink mouth falling open. Her change in expression only makes Tom want her more.
Before anyone can witness what is happening, Tom grasps Ginny around her narrow waist, and pulls her down into the Underworld.