Hi guys! k, i know i havent updated any one of my other stories, but i will update this one, cos i dont want to get on the wrong side of mr voldy. hehe
reviews are awesome and are the only thing that keep me writing!!
So...let's begin:
Prologue:
'Ron…don't leave me!' I cried out weakly to the man backing away from me.
'You chose him over me 'Mione! How could you?! HOW COULD YOU?!' his scathing words left me stumbling in the blind and I called out desperately to him, 'I didn't want to Ron! You've got to believe me!'
'I don't care if you didn't want to – because you still fell for him 'Mione! The monster that possessed Ginny! The monster that's been trying to kill Harry for 16 years! The monster that has destroyed so many innocent families!'
'He's not like that anymore Ron! He's changed! I changed him for you!' I needed him to believe me! Tom wouldn't kill anymore – he was a changed man now!!
'Ron, please!!! Don't leave me here!' Hot tears sprang unbidden to my eyes and I didn't have the strength to push them back as they stumbled ungracefully down my face.
'Just leave me alone Granger,' his muttered dismissal sent daggers through my heart, ripping it out mercilessly.
'RON!! NOO!!! COME BACK RON!! COME BACK!!'
My eyes flew open in horror; my breathing heavy and lifeless; perspiration beading my body in waves.
And then I noticed him, leaning against the doorframe; arms crossed against his chest. 'Tom,' I sighed in relief, my frantic heart slowing down to its normal rate. 'What are you doing here?'
His frame shrugged off the doorframe and he sauntered towards me. 'Who's Ron, Hermione?' his voice was so soft that I had to lean in to properly hear him.
'Just an old friend Tom; don't worry about it.' I shrugged away the feeling of unease that had started to creep into my heart. Tom loved me, and I had no reason to fear him.
'A friend from the future perhaps?' He bent his head to one side, staring at me with cold, black orbs. I shivered as they pierced through my soul, searching for unasked answers.
'H-how do you know about that?' I asked, grimacing as my voice cracked.
'You know I have my sources Hermione. You should never have hid that from me.'
'And why not?' I demanded angrily. 'I can't exactly shout out loud that I'm from the future! If I did that, they'd have me locked up in a matter of seconds!'
'You let Dumbledore know,' his voice didn't betray any of his emotions; it remained cold and calculating. Yet this scared me more than anything else.
I shrugged at his unasked question. 'I had to,' I answered bleakly, desperately trying to sound at ease.
'And would that be because it was him that sent you back to destroy a certain Dark Lord?' anger briefly swam before his eyes before his mask was yet again present on his face.
'Yes,' I answered nonchalantly. 'But that changed over time,' I added quickly.
'Oh, really? How so?' he wasn't curious. He was merely praying for time. But why, was a complete mystery.
'I fell for you Tom. You know that. And that wasn't the plan.'
'Hmm…that is true, isn't it?' his murmuring did nothing to resettle the growing discomfort at the pit of my stomach.
'Tom, why are you here?' My mind was running miles trying to find a plausible excuse, but none came.
'Hermione, can you tell me what happened to the last person who tried to deceive me?' His head was still tilted to one side, his orbs beginning to send chills down my spine.
'He died, Tom.' I answered him carefully, still unsure what he was leading up to. He loved me after all. That much was obvious since he had told me so not an hour ago.
'Yes, quite painfully too, if you recall.'
'Tom – cut the crap! What do you want?' I swelled with pride as my voice didn't betray any of my frantic thoughts.
'I let you in Hermione.' His words wrapped themselves around me, entrapping me with their arms.
'You were the only person I let in Hermione. I thought you loved me.' He sneered at the word loved and I was forcefully reminded of Voldemort from the future.
'I do Tom,' I pleaded with him, intent on making him see some sense. 'I do!'
'I don't take kindly to deceivers Granger.' I could faintly make out his wand gripped in a deathlike grip form where I was sitting, vulnerable to his attack.
'Tom, don't! I love you! And if I didn't, you would've already been in a grave by now!'
His eerily calm smile didn't reach his eyes and I gulped down a sense of foreboding as his wand hand lifted up level to my heart.
'Goodbye Miss Granger. Oh, and don't worry about me. I won't get caught by anyone. According to Dumbledore and the rest of this blasted school, I am still utterly and irrevocably in love with you.'
I stared helplessly as Tom disappeared, replaced by the sneering face of the Dark Lord.
'Avada Kedavra!'
