Don't ask. Even though i only got five reviews (sniff) i'm going to continue writing it anyhow. Much more romantic than many of my other ones, but ulterior motives are floating around...
Save tonight
Fight the break of dawn
Come tommorrow
Tommorrow I'll be gone
"You wanted to see me, Proffessor?" Arabella knocked hesitantly on the door.
"Yes, yes," Dumbledore motioned for her to have a seat. He waited for a few moments before speaking, the only sounds the crackiling of the fire.
"Arabella...," Dumbledore shook his head, and seemingly changed his mind. "You heard what I said in class today, about dark arts?"
"Well...yes." Arabella attempted a weak smile. "It was kind of random."
Dumbledore smiled to, but it was a sad smile. "I presume you know of Grindelwald?" He looked at her questionly. Arabella nodded. "He was the first dark wizard to rise in a long time...and he nearly succeeded."
Arabella smiled slightly childishly. "But you stopped him, Proffessor."
"He came closer to power than anyone really suspected... he was just missing one, key element," Dumbledore mused, think aloud. He turned his attention back to Arabella. "Very few people realized the full truth of the matter...to some, his power was extremely tempting. Extremely tempting," he repeated, again staring off into the fire.
"Yes, sir." Arabella tried to look as though Dumbledore's thought's were making sense.
Dumbledore smiled benevolently at her. "Just be careful, Arabella. And remember that it's never too late."
"Okay." Arabella was still cofused, and wasn't sure where the application of his advice was supposed to go, but nodded anyhow. She stood up. "Thank you, Proffessor."
Tom Riddle satslouched in the most unlikeliest of places. Beneath the broken sink of the girl's bathroom.
Not that anyone would be there to catch him. They were all scared to death of Myrtle.
"Hi, Tom." Mrytle floated out of one of the stalls. "What are you doing here?"
Tom smiled at the ghost. Being dead had certainly improved her disposition; she had always before been a whining, sniviling little brat.
"Nothing much, Mrytle. Just thinking." It was amazing how little guilt he felt. He didn't even particualarly like killing people, but he understood it all to be nessacary.
He wished to open up the chamber again, to let loose it's power, but didn't dare. He was never going to get sent back to that orphanage.
Maybe the basilisk could use the power of it's view on Arabella Figg...
Tom laughed out loud at himself. Where did that thought come from? He didn't know.
But it was his ability to laugh at himself that made him so dangerous.
"How'd she get like that?" Arabella looked doubtfully over at Sibyll, who was deep in a trance, her face a deathly pale.
"I dunno." Minerva looked slightly worried. "She's never been in a trance for longer than a few moments."
"Maybe I should go get Madam Pomfrey." Arabella seemed hesitant, but one look at Sibyll's face convinced her. She turned to go.
"Wait!" Arabella turned to find Sibyll in the exact same position, but her eyes were now open, if unfocused.
"He will leave." Minerva turned to Arabella worried, as Sibyll began speaking. "Within a month, he will leave, and leave his heart behind him. With that gone, he is free to rise. And the one he left his heart with will do everything she can to stop him from rising." With one great sigh, she collapsed.
Minerva looked startled. "Do you think she was faking that?" She asked, not believing.
"I don't know." Arabella took one more look at her. "I'll go get Madam Pomfrey in case."
Arabella pounded silently down the hallways. Tap,tap, tap. It was late, around eleven, and no one else was about.
To her dismay, she found the nurse's wing closed for the night, with words that changed colors reading 'Please see Proffesso Dippet if it is Urgent."
"Something wrong?" A voice cut through the silence behind her like a knife in the dark.
Arabella jumped slightly. "Oh, just Sibyll being weird," she said, turning to face Tom Riddle. "She's really quite good at it."
"Oh." Tom looked as though he didn't really care. But he at leastmadea good effort. "Prophesy stuff?"
Arabella nodded, frowning as she thought about what Sibyll had said. "She made a prediction that sounded almost real, even if it was vague."
"Really?" To his credit, Tom feigned intrest. But when Arabella replied, he didn't have to feign it.
"'He will leave'," Arabella muttered, more to herself than to him.
"Who will leave?" Tom asked, with sudden ferocity and vehemence.
"Don't know." Arabella shrugged, and looked at Tom, suprised at his outburst. In his seven years at Hogwarts and her six, she had never once seen him display anything but a cold, calculated light in his eyes. And now they gleamed with intensity.
"Was there anything more?" Tom pressed.
"Oh, yeah." Arabella was slightly taken aback. "He will leave his heart behind him, and without that he will rise." She frowned. "And the person he gave his heart would do everything to stop him." She gazed off into empty space, and Tom wasn't able to guess what she was thinking. Which was a new feeling for him, because he was usually quite good at judging emotions.
"Intresting," Tom muttered, thinking aloud.
Arabella looked at him, thinking about what Dumbledore had told her. 'Be careful, it's never too late.'
Tom had been lost within his own thoughts, but felt her eyes resting on him. "See something?" He asked her, bemused, and placed a light hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah." Arabella smiled sweetly, all the while wondering if she was doing the right thing. She looked up to meet his eyes, and found herself lost in a mass of swirling grey. She opened herself up to him, but Dumbledore's words, and her own, secret motivation was buried wih the strongbox of her soul, so small that Tom didn't know it even existed.
I knew something was keeping me down, Tom thought, the voices within his head a whisper. And she has given me the answer...
Tom was not one to be subject to whim, but he couldn't have told you why his hand slid down her shoulder to her waist, or why he brought her closer to him, or why he pressed his mouth against hers.
Ironically, Arabella could have.
"Arabella?" he whispered, drawing back slightly to look at her. His eyes had a hungry look in them, which both frightened and excited her. Arabella shook her head slightly, and moved into the encompassment of his arms.
"Not tonight," she whispered. Tom bent over to gently kiss the top of her head.
And both thought they had won.
Wow...i don't usually go for the sappy romance junk...though it's really not sappy they're going to live happily ever after, in case you couldn't tell. Anyhow,r/r
Save tonight
Fight the break of dawn
Come tommorrow
Tommorrow I'll be gone
"You wanted to see me, Proffessor?" Arabella knocked hesitantly on the door.
"Yes, yes," Dumbledore motioned for her to have a seat. He waited for a few moments before speaking, the only sounds the crackiling of the fire.
"Arabella...," Dumbledore shook his head, and seemingly changed his mind. "You heard what I said in class today, about dark arts?"
"Well...yes." Arabella attempted a weak smile. "It was kind of random."
Dumbledore smiled to, but it was a sad smile. "I presume you know of Grindelwald?" He looked at her questionly. Arabella nodded. "He was the first dark wizard to rise in a long time...and he nearly succeeded."
Arabella smiled slightly childishly. "But you stopped him, Proffessor."
"He came closer to power than anyone really suspected... he was just missing one, key element," Dumbledore mused, think aloud. He turned his attention back to Arabella. "Very few people realized the full truth of the matter...to some, his power was extremely tempting. Extremely tempting," he repeated, again staring off into the fire.
"Yes, sir." Arabella tried to look as though Dumbledore's thought's were making sense.
Dumbledore smiled benevolently at her. "Just be careful, Arabella. And remember that it's never too late."
"Okay." Arabella was still cofused, and wasn't sure where the application of his advice was supposed to go, but nodded anyhow. She stood up. "Thank you, Proffessor."
Tom Riddle satslouched in the most unlikeliest of places. Beneath the broken sink of the girl's bathroom.
Not that anyone would be there to catch him. They were all scared to death of Myrtle.
"Hi, Tom." Mrytle floated out of one of the stalls. "What are you doing here?"
Tom smiled at the ghost. Being dead had certainly improved her disposition; she had always before been a whining, sniviling little brat.
"Nothing much, Mrytle. Just thinking." It was amazing how little guilt he felt. He didn't even particualarly like killing people, but he understood it all to be nessacary.
He wished to open up the chamber again, to let loose it's power, but didn't dare. He was never going to get sent back to that orphanage.
Maybe the basilisk could use the power of it's view on Arabella Figg...
Tom laughed out loud at himself. Where did that thought come from? He didn't know.
But it was his ability to laugh at himself that made him so dangerous.
"How'd she get like that?" Arabella looked doubtfully over at Sibyll, who was deep in a trance, her face a deathly pale.
"I dunno." Minerva looked slightly worried. "She's never been in a trance for longer than a few moments."
"Maybe I should go get Madam Pomfrey." Arabella seemed hesitant, but one look at Sibyll's face convinced her. She turned to go.
"Wait!" Arabella turned to find Sibyll in the exact same position, but her eyes were now open, if unfocused.
"He will leave." Minerva turned to Arabella worried, as Sibyll began speaking. "Within a month, he will leave, and leave his heart behind him. With that gone, he is free to rise. And the one he left his heart with will do everything she can to stop him from rising." With one great sigh, she collapsed.
Minerva looked startled. "Do you think she was faking that?" She asked, not believing.
"I don't know." Arabella took one more look at her. "I'll go get Madam Pomfrey in case."
Arabella pounded silently down the hallways. Tap,tap, tap. It was late, around eleven, and no one else was about.
To her dismay, she found the nurse's wing closed for the night, with words that changed colors reading 'Please see Proffesso Dippet if it is Urgent."
"Something wrong?" A voice cut through the silence behind her like a knife in the dark.
Arabella jumped slightly. "Oh, just Sibyll being weird," she said, turning to face Tom Riddle. "She's really quite good at it."
"Oh." Tom looked as though he didn't really care. But he at leastmadea good effort. "Prophesy stuff?"
Arabella nodded, frowning as she thought about what Sibyll had said. "She made a prediction that sounded almost real, even if it was vague."
"Really?" To his credit, Tom feigned intrest. But when Arabella replied, he didn't have to feign it.
"'He will leave'," Arabella muttered, more to herself than to him.
"Who will leave?" Tom asked, with sudden ferocity and vehemence.
"Don't know." Arabella shrugged, and looked at Tom, suprised at his outburst. In his seven years at Hogwarts and her six, she had never once seen him display anything but a cold, calculated light in his eyes. And now they gleamed with intensity.
"Was there anything more?" Tom pressed.
"Oh, yeah." Arabella was slightly taken aback. "He will leave his heart behind him, and without that he will rise." She frowned. "And the person he gave his heart would do everything to stop him." She gazed off into empty space, and Tom wasn't able to guess what she was thinking. Which was a new feeling for him, because he was usually quite good at judging emotions.
"Intresting," Tom muttered, thinking aloud.
Arabella looked at him, thinking about what Dumbledore had told her. 'Be careful, it's never too late.'
Tom had been lost within his own thoughts, but felt her eyes resting on him. "See something?" He asked her, bemused, and placed a light hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah." Arabella smiled sweetly, all the while wondering if she was doing the right thing. She looked up to meet his eyes, and found herself lost in a mass of swirling grey. She opened herself up to him, but Dumbledore's words, and her own, secret motivation was buried wih the strongbox of her soul, so small that Tom didn't know it even existed.
I knew something was keeping me down, Tom thought, the voices within his head a whisper. And she has given me the answer...
Tom was not one to be subject to whim, but he couldn't have told you why his hand slid down her shoulder to her waist, or why he brought her closer to him, or why he pressed his mouth against hers.
Ironically, Arabella could have.
"Arabella?" he whispered, drawing back slightly to look at her. His eyes had a hungry look in them, which both frightened and excited her. Arabella shook her head slightly, and moved into the encompassment of his arms.
"Not tonight," she whispered. Tom bent over to gently kiss the top of her head.
And both thought they had won.
Wow...i don't usually go for the sappy romance junk...though it's really not sappy they're going to live happily ever after, in case you couldn't tell. Anyhow,r/r