Disclaimer: No I don't own Harry Potter etc. J K Rowling does.
Author's Note: here's a short fic that popped into my head one night. I was thinking about it and thought it must be written, after all even tom riddle needed someone and here's a thought about what she was like and what happened. May be not as good as I want it to be because I only wrote it in half an hour or less whilst taking a break from writing my other hp fic (father's daughter) but I hope you get the idea. Feedback appreciated.
They say everyone needs someone. Even someone like him
And he had her
Though that term is used very loosely
It's a mystery to any of the young initiates. They walked terrified through the great hall at his summoning. And she does his bidding for him
They look up past you, eyes on her crevasses face. Eyes
watching that dark face carefully.
You can see, she's bathed in light, an incredible brightness.
But it isn't the light we know
She was never had
She refused
Not quite bad as him, but she wasn't sweet or innocent, she was evil. Evil in her own mundane way. In her own peculiar form she made him hers. Mudblood as he was, and he thought together they'd win greatness.
That her grace would become them. King and queen of the world. Just you and me; us versus the world now.
Sounds so unlike him. Childish boyhood dreams
Foolish even.
And you have to remember we're all like that sometime
Except for her.
She didn't kill. But she manipulated maliciously, his heart. As cruel as he'd ever be, but infinitely worse.
True, he kills and torturesBut the heart.What she did. He never comes close to
And what she did. Is why he's like this uniquely
And you see the new servants of the lord, meant to be dark
as he and to his will without fear.
And you see their pupils widen.
At the sight of her. A dark angel, hair flowing backwards into a vortex of power that encapsulates her.
She said no.Maybe she never meant it. Maybe she loved him
And loved to hate him
Because she said that was why. She could not
Because of what he was
And he replied.What you are, made me
And, made this. Forever
And you forever in the pain you created
So she sleeps in his entombment. That column of light, it's really only pain. Hell in her cell
She writhes
She twists
She turns
Screaming sometimes. Blood running freely. Naked represented.
But always it is pain.
And the grey,
So you never know
You never see
Who she is
Just a lady of the abyssAnd what makes them gasp
What makes them flee from us
Is what they've never seen
What made everyone of us become his
Was that instant, when she looks at you. Despite she should not be able to
That in that prison she should not be capable to.
She looks down upon.
A speck of dust.
You
Looks upon just another.With complete and utter understanding. Far past human knowledge
And far past the limits of wonder
Everyone needs someone. He never got her.
She's his. Always. In there
But she's only hers. Even in her personal eternity
She's hers, she can choose to look deep into whoever she wants
I pass that dark lady. The queen of us all.
She came into the title unintentionally. But she rules all, as she rules his heart. She decided the
fate of all from that moment in the past.
I pass her by. Hoping this time I won't run. As I do everytime.
As everyone does. Everytime.
Even he.
Especially him