Chapter 4

Harry lay on his bed. He'd only been out for an hour so Harry couldn't rise for the morning just yet. He turned onto his side and winced in pain, the ground had been unmerciful and now that Harry had begun to grow, the drop was further. Harry was still shaking from the vision, from the screaming, the pain. What had shook Harry the most was the look on that girls face, for a short moment, she had lost composure and her face had cracked. The noise that had come from her made Harry's heart ache, she had longed to save the burning children, and Harry could see the guilt in her eyes.

Harry's scar itched, as it always did after making him pass out, he rubbed at it again and as his fingers touched his forehead, the old scar burned with a new type of pain. Harry yelled before he was sent into oblivion.

-Tom Marvolo Riddle- Was printed in a delicate scrawl at the top on the first page of a scruffy black leather diary. She tenderly picked it up by the corner as if the book disgusted her, she could see from the outside that the pages were torn and yellow with age, the girl curled her lip and frowned as she glared down at the book which had been tossed aside and left in the path of any person that happened to walk past. She brought the book closer to her face so she could study the creased lines that wove their way across the back. The girl slowly laid her hand down on the cover and almost as soon as touched it, she drew back. She clearly wanted to know what was hidden beneath the thick binding of old leather, but the girl looked it she wasn't sure if it was safe to know. She stroked the edge of the cover again. Then, she opened the diary and an absurd breeze hit her face and pushed back her long blonde hair. Her eyes widened and a cold feeling enveloped Harry's frozen thoughts. She let out a small gasp-

"How," said a voice just as harsh, "did a filthy muggle, get its insignificant hands on my possessions?" The deathly pale boy let the threat hang in the air before he reached forward and snatched the book from her hands. Harry flinched. The boy had dark brown eyes and thick black hair. He was thin and tall, and he seemed to emanate a feeling of grace, yet mixed with horrific violence. Harry instantly thought of Voldemort, of course the girl was oblivious and she puffed out her chest and spoke directly back, holding his eyes with a glare that made Harry quiver, he never knew she could pull that off.

"Don't you talk to me like that!" She stuttered, it sounded like she was pleading with him. Tom smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes and it was fake through and through. Harry could see what he was thinking behind that mask of a face, the girl looked at him with narrowed eyes, as if she was reading his mind,

The dark 16 year old glared and he held out his arm and clenched his fist. His mouth parted slightly and after a few brief seconds the girl was screaming and thrashing on the ground, Harry's heart reached out to her, as she stopped screaming and looked up at Tom with tears in her eyes. He looked down without pity and he sneered,

"Welcome to Stockwell Orphanage…Selena." And with that, he twisted around and stalked down the corridor

The girl collapsed and fainted.

Harry reached out in his dreams. The scene changed and Harry found himself in her room. She sat on her bed, lost in thought.

The orphanage was a grim place, it was dark and dingy, but they looked cared for...To some extent . The girl looked like she hardly came from her room, which was just opposite Riddle's. Damn luck.

Harry thought about Being alone, and how it never made him feel. Separate. That emotion just never overcame him.

The girl was now extremely thin and her pale skin was only disrupted by dark shadows under her dark eyes. The girl glanced at the door and Harry thought he could here faint footsteps. Tom.

The girl stood and walked towards the door. Harry heard the creak and seconds later his ragged breath haunting the door way. She looked frightened as she reached for the door.

The door flew open

Tom simply glared at her. His gaze then wandered to the girl's room behind her.

She was quite the artist, her walls were covered in paintings and drawings and scripts. Throughout the display there was a regular theme; that strip of cliffs.

Harry felt something tugging at the back of his mind

His brown eyes glinted red as he picked out the images. Although his mind was defended, not even he could keep that glint of anger out of his empty eyes. The circled darkness raked over my walls again and he opened his twisted thin lips creating a dark hole where I wouldn't be surprised lay a forked tongue. Harry's initial reaction was to step back, but using all the will power he could muster Harry stayed rooted to the spot. Tom's mouth closed and a small knowing smile crept onto his face, as if he could see his internal struggle.

The girl stared back into his eyes, she wouldn't let him intimidate her, and she looked like she wouldn't be prey of pain. It didn't matter what Harry could do, Tom bared his sharp glinting teeth and a hiss wound its way through the cold night air. Harry and the girl flinched as he tilted his face forwards and took her wrist in his steely grasp;

"I must speak with you." He uttered in a bitter detached tone. He stepped into the room pushing her backwards ever so slightly, but his intentions were clear, he was here for a reason and she was not permitted to resist.

The door scuffed the floor as it swung back; the echoes reverberated through the halls...

Harry woke for a few seconds to see Hedwig with a note, but before Harry could reach for it, he was back under

The door snapped shut and Harry heard a whooshing noise that sounded like the door had been air locked. Tom threw the girl across the room and she landed in front of the small table causing the light resting on top of it to shudder and almost topple. Her head collided with the draws and she looked dazed. She raised a hand to the back of her head and her fingers came away drenched with blood.

"So nobody can hear us." Tom stated, she looked confused and she squinted.

The girl looked completely calm, which was saying something. She was alone, far from any help and even though Harry knew he couldn't be touched, his heart was racing and he was shaking uncontrollably.

The girl shook her head and she watched as Tom paced towards the bed and sat himself down. He had a fowl glare on his face and he was curling his fists into balls. It was a while before he said anything. He acted like she wasn't even there and he didn't seem to be fazed that the girl had a gash which was quickly draining her of blood. "You know of the coast. How?" he spat at her. She looked back into his smooth handsome face which was ruined by that lingering presence of utter evil. His dark eyes searched her face and his brow deepened when the girl didn't answer straight away. "I said. How do you know of this place?" His hand grasped at her throat. He knelt down and leaned in towards the girl, his nose almost touching her own. "Tell. ME!" and the pain hit her again.

She thrashed under his grip and she endured the inescapable pain for less than a minute, but to Harry, it felt like hours. The girl arched her back as the pain seemed to intensify and she let out a sob as she closed her eyes, as if she was trying to shut out the horrific feeling. The whole time Tom never let the girl loose, smiling as he watched her suffer. He had a small glint in his eye which Harry knew meant he had control. He could see that he was used to making people suffer for answers. He knew, he foresaw, that the girl would crack.

The girl scratched against his hand which still clutched her neck, and then she slowly reached forward and tried to capture the front of his shirt so she could shake him free of her. Finally after a mere forty seconds the pain lifted and the girl slumped against the draws. Her breathing was jumpy and she couldn't control herself, she couldn't stop shaking. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Tom chuckled and wiped the girl's forehead with his sleeve; he then lifted her chin and looked directly into her face. His fingers were under her chin and his hand loosened on her neck. "Care to answer me quicker?" Harry glared at him and waited until she could breathe, she stared right back into those eyes and a small smile spread across her face.

"The filthy muggle is asked for help?" she paused as the girl let out a bark of laughter. Tom's fingers began to dig into her cheek. "I saw the coast in your mind. It dominates your thoughts; it's like your screaming out constantly. You should master more control Riddle." Tom bashed her head against the table and he let out a growl of frustration. The girl sagged back and her eyes flickered.

"How can you posses the skill? You are not a witch, are you not? Whose family do you belong to?" she tried to comprehend his words. She bit her lip as if holding back retort and slowly, she drew a deep breath.

"I don't know, why do you think I am here?" Tom was now pacing in front of where she had been tossed. He turned and pointed a long slender finger at the girl's face,

"You were able to pick up my book; you were able to open its pages. You must have magical blood within your veins." she held back a crazed giggle,

"You expect me to believe in magic? That's child's play." His head spun towards her and he frowned.

"You think I'm joking?" His voice was menacing and after he spoke there was a cold feeling in the air. Flashes of the pain crossed my eyes and Harry flinched, the girl frowned. Tom smiled smugly and with arrogance, "Or not."

The imaged changed again and Harry had been thrown into darkness for a while before he found himself in the same room. It was light and the girl sat writing in her diary, a bandage coiled itself around her head.

Harry sat next to her and read over her shoulder

November 19th 1943

The hospital was a boring place to be held for four hours; the nurses fixed my head and bandaged it up tight until my head had hurt. It had been quite hard to explain to Mrs. Cole what had happened when she had found me on the floor this morning. I don't want to tell her it was Tom, but somehow I got the feeling that she already knew. Tom has been acting rash, but then that is how he always acts. His violence towards me hurt's, it actually hurts to think about it. The feeling of not being in control scares me, but I am set, I will not let this show, I can't let him see how I feel.

I saw the coast in his mind again.

Harry tilted his head as he tried to understand her words. The coast was quite an interesting topic for her.

The next time they saw Tom was at dinner in the evening after her visit to the hospital ward. The rest of the children seemed wary about the girl's mental state, as if they expected her to burst out and start babbling about absurd fairy tales. She gave them all a cool stare to confirm that she was all there; they glanced away quickly after her gaze had met theirs. Harry laughed. She sat at one end of the table, and Tom sat directly opposite, head of the other end. Nobody sat near him and instead crowded her end of the table, which looked like it caused chaos. Although nobody said anything, all the children seemed to lean away from Tom, as if their natural instinct was to put as much distance between themselves and him. Harry couldn't blame them, for Tom had a ghostly smile that played across his pale lips. He ate little and never made eye contact with anyone. Smiling all the while.

The girl started to remember something and Harry saw the projected image on the wall of the dining hall.

When she had returned from the hospital, there had been a moment, as he passed her on the stairs as he had descended. Harry could feel the cold and it brushed back her silver hair, Harry felt her remember the flash of his clothing, sweep over her skin; sending shivers up the girl's spine and raised bumps on her arms. She had only paused for a brief moment, her foot hovering over the next step, she had then glanced towards his chalky face and their eyes had met, his glinting reddish brown eyes gazed into her own dark ones, a flash of evil presented itself, enveloping his glare and Harry and the girl blinked. The moment had passed, where for a few minor seconds, Harry's mind had raced, yet his heart was beating faster.

The image swirled and Harry heard the distant sound of the sea, the noise grew louder and Harry felt the wind rip at his t-shirt. His vision became lighter and he saw Tom holding the girl over a cliff edge.

Harry sprinted to the pair and jerked back in horror, he couldn't do anything to help! He could only watch as Tom mouthed something to the girl. Her eyes were wide and she let out a silent scream. She nodded at Tom and before Harry could curse once more, Tom tackled her around the waist and they both dropped over the side...

Harry yelled as he was plunged into darkness once again. Harry felt terror rip through his body, he'd killed her! How could she survive a fall like that, how could he? Then again Harry had seen him use magic without a wand before, could that be detected? Harry was sure it could. Yet how had Tom got away with it, all those years?

Harry started to see a muggle high street, it was raining and clouds covered most of the gray sky. Harry noticed he was walking and he looked around him. He saw her, just ahead, through the crowd, running, blonde hair streaming behind her. Harry began to run and he felt himself take out a wand. Not his wand. Harry looked down and his heart fluttered as he saw the bone white wand that belonged to Voldemort. His paced quickened and Harry felt himself long to reach the girl. As he passed a shop window, Harry saw the light reflection of a ragged Tom Riddle, his eyes were bloodshot and he wasn't clean shaven. He was a sickly yellow colour and Harry couldn't figure out why he looked like that. Then it hit him. He was Riddle; he was the one chasing the girl who had just turned around the corner and entered an ally way, Harry felt himself smile

All the more easy, old friend.

Harry tried to stop himself from laughing madly as he followed the girl; he turned and saw her retreating back. He lifted his white hand and shot a curse which caused her to tumble. Harry yelled, trapped inside the evil man. Harry felt himself walk slowly towards the body on the ground that began to move feebly. She turned over and flicked the long blonde hair out of her eyes. She glared up at him as she had done all those years ago.

Harry felt guilt well up inside, that was his emotion, not Voldemort's, he could never feel remorse.

The girl got to her feet and stood her ground, she knew her death was approaching and she was determined to face it standing.

"He came to see you, didn't he?" Harry felt his jaw move. The girl stared defiantly back.

"He did, but I never said a word." She pursued her lips and crossed her arms across her thin torso.

"Ah, I knew that, that is why I took your husband. A little leverage always seals the deal." She nodded and bared her teeth slightly.

"What are you waiting for then Tom?" Harry hissed and unconnected angry overran him for a few seconds.

"That. Is not my name." She laughed and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

"Then what is your name, Tom?" She knew that named made him angry and Harry wished she would just run for it.

"Why enlighten you, when you are about to die, child." Now it was her turn to hiss,

"I was a child a long time ago; and you had the pleasure of stealing the remains." Harry heard himself chuckle.

"Ah, yes, those days were fruitful, you were quite useful, I cannot deny."

"Glad to lend a hand Tom." She smiled sarcastically, Harry could visualise his evil leer in return.

"You always saw the cliffs, till this day I still cannot figure out how." Interest grabbed at Harry,

"Why enlighten you, when I'm about to die." Harry felt another laugh rip through him and felt his arm point the wand at the girl who observed it.

"Goodbye Selena Eva Wreath, give your husband my farewell." The girl gasped and leapt forward, only to meet the green curse that flew from Harry's wand. No –Voldemort's wand. She fell dead on the floor.

Harry's vision began to darken and he hoped that he was awakening. No such luck.

The three year old boy with dark hair and eyes sat huddled in the dark room; he cradled his baby sister who lay in his arms shivering. Their mother had fled, left them to the darkness and the cold. The young boy sniffed and wiped a tear away from his pale face. The girl in his arms began to wake and started to cry feebly. Harry watched with dull eyes as he took in the scene. The young ones had been orphaned minuets ago. Their fathers body lay dead in front of the pair, he had been thrown down by the men in long robes and silver faces that never moved. They had hid, whimpering softly in the shadows. The men were gone now. The boy watched his father's unmoving eyes and his face began to crease with grief, for a child, he could understand death perfectly.

The sounds became less and Harry was removed from that old, dark room.

Harry now followed the grown boy; who was running down a marble stair case. His wand was out and he was cursing under his breath. Harry glanced behind them and saw nobody coming, but this felt like a chase. They reached the bottom and faint screams could be heard.

"Lea..." The boy whispered. The screams stopped before another yell joined the first. "And Delano too? The bastard!" He spat to the side and Harry began to notice, he wasn't a boy anymore. Before Harry could think further, the man burst through the oak door and yelled a disarming spell.

Tom Riddle flicked his wrist and deflected the charm. He turned around properly and Harry could see behind him two figures, holding hands and smiling into each other's eyes.

"No Livy? I see...All alone with Andrew is she?" Harry watched as the man gripped his wand so hard his hand began to shake.

"Get away from my sister!" Harry now looked at Voldemort properly; his hair was hanging lip and the shine was gone, his eye sockets looked empty apart from the red irises. His cheek bones jutted out and caused long shadows to taint his once perfect face. The charm was gone, now his face truly reflected the soul he hid.

"And risk missing the look on your face when I kill her? Never." The man took a step forward, but before he could raise his wand again Voldemort shot him with a nasty purple spell that knocked him off his feet and pushed him against the stone wall. Voldemort laughed hysterically before turning again. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

"LEA!" A green shock enveloped the room and Harry fell into the darkness.

Harry smiled as he watched the woman called Jade lean forward and kiss her husband; they sat in a muggle high school next to a girl with short choppy yet stylish white blonde hair. She had her arms crossed and she glared at the opposite wall, as if hoping to break through it and run. Her pale green eyes unnerved Harry and she began to frown.

"Not here." She said simply, her parents looked at her fondly; with smiles on their warm faces.

"When you start to board here you'll miss us." The man teased as he rubbed noses with his pretty wife.

"I'm sure I'll survive." She said, trying to keep the grin off her face.

It changed

Harry found himself outside a room; the door was quite plain apart from the name that had been carved into it.

Ella Ann Wreath

Harry heard sobs and before he woke up he heard the wheels of a car screeching and the screams of the wedded pair...

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