My name is Willcott. Miss R. J Willcott. They say the dark lord never knew love. The truth is he did. All is fair in love and war. Love generates hate. I didn't make any mistakes. Yes i did love Tom, i still do love Tom, but i have never loved the dark lord. I miss the little who came and spoke to me that day in Diagon alley; i miss the little boy that sat next to me for one and half years, because we were friends. I miss the sweet Valentine's Day cards.
I love Tom and hate the dark lord.
I hated the publicity of the relationship, because they used it against me. I had my friends but they slowly slipped away as i turned from them, and towards the dark lord. I realised my back was to them when Minnie, when that promised she would never leave me, did just that. That's when i realised this has gone on too long. The deeds. The evil deeds, the deaths. All for what? Immortality!
The world is to be full of pure blood, no dirty blood. Hypocrite is what i say! Only half his blood is pure, i personally have nothing against muggle borns, but if you are to stand for something be sure that you are not the exception to this? The first two years, the first two valentine's cards and birthday cards, they meant nothing. Now that i look back on it, i start to wonder...
Was it all part of his plan? Had he had all of this planned? So early in his life, or had it just evolved over the years. Eleven. Twelve. It seems almost impossible. For one to believe that...it all would have been planned so early, in the sweet innocence of childhood. But i have learnt, to believe that nothing is impossible. I also believed it impossible to split the soul, but i have seen it split seven times. I was nothing but a ploy? A pawn in this dangerous game of chess.
I was sat at the ravenclaw table; there were very few students up at this time in the morning. Half six in the morning, it would normally be wonder that i was up at such a time. My great, great, great, great grandfather on Grandma Willcott's side, he was a seer. I suppose it can skip a generation or four. I'd woken up, late in the night. A cold sweat. Panting heavily. Thing is. They only come as dreams and nightmares, never as a seer should. I never go into a trance like state, it's always when im asleep. Usually i could handle it but this? This was something different. It was not based on chance, this would come to pass, everything. Not one part of the nightmare would be a lie.
But i ignored it, despite the feeling of despair i had when i thought of it, it was always in the back of my mind. But i suppose i was just hoping it was nothing but a nightmare. It was only second year, when i came to me. I didn't want to believe. The nightmare...it was so dark. It actually wreaked of blood, corpses...so much death and-and...
A mark. A green shimmering mark in the sky. What does it mean? I couldn't be sure. It looked like him, just older and...And his eyes. They weren't the colour they were supposed to be. Not the gorgeous eyes, not the eyes i would dive so deep into. Not those chocolate eyes. They were...unbearable, deadly full of evil and loss.
No. Not loss, not this man, he doesn't know, but i don't think he has ever lost me, i love him.
The great hall had huge pink banners up and love hearts scattered across the walls, the four long oak house tables, had many cereals and other breakfast foods scattered as well as jugs of strawberry milk. If you can't guess, today is Valentine's Day. Professor Dumbledore was sat at the staff table conversing with professor Dippet both of whom had light smiles dancing on their lips. No doubt, someone had seen the joke of sending these elderly professors valentines, although as normal, it was seen as nothing but a joke. I was sat at the table yet again early; most people were off snogging in some corner, taking today's events to be open about their relationships. I was just finishing off my herbology essay, as i had been up late due to astromey; it was rather tiring, but always do-able. A small, pink card in the shape of wings fluttered onto my parchment. I looked at it, i couldn't see anyone else in the great hall, and opening it I saw this message:
"To my Dearest love,
Your beauty is above all of thy heavens,
Your voice softer then the clouds,
Your secret admirer hidden like the angels."
I didn't see anyone at the time, but i was being watched. Not by the angels. But by that boy from the book shop. The boy with the chocolate eyes was watching me. The eyes which i could dive so deep into. The boy who never lost, whom i loved.
My name is Willcott. Renée June Willcott. And i never stopped loving him. I still love Tom Marvolo Riddle.