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AN: Sorry, couldn't update sooner..My computer crashed.
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"Voldemort is my past, present and future"
Tom Marvolo Riddle, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
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An irritated cough jolted Tom and Hermione back to reality. A girl in pigtails was twirling her blue ribbon around her fingers as she tapped Tom's arm. She had emerald green eyes with dark brown irises, and her silky auburn hair was perfectly braided, with absolutely no flyaway strands visible. Hermione noted rather enviously tat the stunning girl had a heart- shaped face and radiant complexion of exquisite princess. In a nutshell, the girl was just darn beautiful.
Her slender frame trembled slightly as she touched Tom's arm. In an instant, the dreamy look on his face vanished, and he seized his hand violently away, startling the girl. The girl cowered, but she held on determinedly on to him. "What is it, Hortense?" he snarled frostily at her, his deep blue eyes avoiding her searching, pleading ones. "Get your filthy fingers at least ten feet away from me," he continued frigidly. Hermione was surprised at Tom's sudden change of behavior, but she quickly reminded herself that toadstools never change their spots. He was still Voldemort.
The poor, trodden-on, bullied orphan façade was gone, and for a second, he almost resembled an animal. A hissing serpent, to be exact, thought Hermione. She shivered, although it was not cold. As quick as lightning, Tom placed his hands around her, and glared at Hortense. His actions confused Hermione. Tom was protective and possessive of her, but with Hortense, his cold demeanor made her shudder.
"Are you through with me now? You gave me this dress," she said, pointing at her crimson velvet frock. "Is it because of her?" she continued in a trembling, small voice. Hermione was shocked to see that Hortense's doe eyes were brimming with tears. The poor girl really loves him, she thought. I wonder if she knew that he admires a sicko. Or what he'll turn out to be. He is insane, she screamed at Hortense mentally. But why are we so drawn to him?
Instead of giving Hortense an answer, Tom did the most insolent, degrading, vulgar thing that Hermione had ever seen - he spat t her beautiful, upturned face and stalked away, an air of superiority about him. "Meet me in my dorm later, Hermione," he said. Again, she realized that it was an order, not an offer. Anger built up in Hermione like never before, and her hand shook so violently that she couldn't stand still. Tom was walking way with an arrogant strut, and she hated the way he treated Hortense. And he wants to meet me in his dorm?
Hermione bended down and picked up a stone. And flung it as hard as she could at Tom. Naturally, he whipped his dark head round and, stared piercingly at her. But instead of cursing her to oblivion, Tom simply picked up the stone, as though it was the most precious gem in the universe. He dropped it into his pocket, after touching it to his lips, and stalked away.
Seeing that, Hortense crumbled to the ground, and silent tears trailed down her cheeks. She did not seem to notice that the crowd was pointing and jeering at her. Hermione's sharp ears caught someone saying, "another of Riddle's victims, eh? She's fifth, I'll bet,"
Hermione let out n exasperated sigh. "Come on," she said sharply, her eyes flashing. "He doesn't deserve your tears,", she said. Hortense stood up abruptly, her jade eyes sparkling with tears. "I love him so much," she wept. "But he loves you. I can see that. He doesn't even treat me that well when we were together,". Hermione was silent. The stone, she thought silently. He kept the stone.
Hortense looked into Hermione's eyes. "I gave him everything," she said. "Including my finger," Hortense trusted her left hand to view. To Hermione's horror and nausea, it was missing a thumb. "But why ever did you do that?" she asked. "Is he even worth it?"
In a split second, Hortense's weepy look was replaced by a worshipping one. "Yes," she whispered fiercely. "Yes, he was worth it. It was worth every drop of blood, flesh and bone.", at her words, Hermione gave a shudder. That's black magic, she thought. Why would Tom need Hortense's finger? I'll find out tonight, she thought grimly. Hortense, meanwhile, continued talking with n empty look in her eyes. "Yes, it was worth it," she whispered repeatedly. "With my help, he's more powerful now. My Lord Voldemort,"
Hermione jumped. Unless her ears ha deceived her, Hortense had just called Tom Voldemort. She must have been pretty close to him, she concluded. I wonder why he would ditch his loyal follower.
Then, her heart skipped a beat. Hortense's ears had a slightly pointy look to them. True, she was beautiful, and human-like, but surely Voldemort had powers unknown to the wizards' lore? Slvishness and willingness to sacrifice oneself were two stupid but prominent traits of a house elf. And Hortense had asked if Tom was through with her, after he gave her the dress. It was as though it was an ultimatum. I should know, thought Hermione sagely. I'm President of S.P.E.W.
"Hortense, are, you, a , uh, house elf?" asked Hermione tentatively. Hortense gave her a long, astute look. "No," she answered, to Hermione's relief. "I'm a Seer. The youngest one ever. Tom pried me for my premonitions. But now," a tear trickled down her cheek. "I realize that I'm dispensable,"
So, Voldemort had begun rallying followers, ever since his schooldays, thought Hermione. A Seer? She would be useful to him, thought Hermione. All of a sudden Hortense flopped to the ground, as though she had fainted. But before Hermione could call for help, a derisive, triumphant laugh was heard. The laugh of a demented being. "He's found it at last." Rasped Hortense, her eyes rolling madly. "Lord Voldemort shall change the world of the wizards,". Hermione gave another shudder. The world wouldn't be change for the better, she thought. It would take a turn for the worst, if Voldemort ever comes to power. She thought of Harry's parents. And he will.
For the first time in her life, Hermione felt scared and utterly helpless. No one believed her but Johnson. She was all alone, in a foreign timeline, against the Dark Lord. And if I kill Tom, then what? She thought exasperatedly. And I can't even kill him. Only Harry can, according to the prophecy. She narrowed her eyes. The Prophecy was made by Professor Trelawney. Hermione had always thought that she was an extremely incompetent teacher, and that Divination was a useless, obscure branch of magic.
Her mind raced, as possibilities presented themselves to her. Then a thought struck Hermione, and her eyes shone brightly.
Was there a way to defy the Prophecy and cheat fate?
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AN: Please review! The more reviews, the faster I'll write.
Dear Mauradertimes: Nope! Not mirror!
Dear Samantha_Carlyn: This one's for you
Dear Gothic_Neelam: No, It's not a mirror.
Dear Mrs.Shigwa.Cobain: I'm sorry if the story upsets you. looks at her shoes But I had to show that Voldemort had a twisted mind, gifted, yes, but definitely twisted.
AN: Sorry, couldn't update sooner..My computer crashed.
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"Voldemort is my past, present and future"
Tom Marvolo Riddle, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
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An irritated cough jolted Tom and Hermione back to reality. A girl in pigtails was twirling her blue ribbon around her fingers as she tapped Tom's arm. She had emerald green eyes with dark brown irises, and her silky auburn hair was perfectly braided, with absolutely no flyaway strands visible. Hermione noted rather enviously tat the stunning girl had a heart- shaped face and radiant complexion of exquisite princess. In a nutshell, the girl was just darn beautiful.
Her slender frame trembled slightly as she touched Tom's arm. In an instant, the dreamy look on his face vanished, and he seized his hand violently away, startling the girl. The girl cowered, but she held on determinedly on to him. "What is it, Hortense?" he snarled frostily at her, his deep blue eyes avoiding her searching, pleading ones. "Get your filthy fingers at least ten feet away from me," he continued frigidly. Hermione was surprised at Tom's sudden change of behavior, but she quickly reminded herself that toadstools never change their spots. He was still Voldemort.
The poor, trodden-on, bullied orphan façade was gone, and for a second, he almost resembled an animal. A hissing serpent, to be exact, thought Hermione. She shivered, although it was not cold. As quick as lightning, Tom placed his hands around her, and glared at Hortense. His actions confused Hermione. Tom was protective and possessive of her, but with Hortense, his cold demeanor made her shudder.
"Are you through with me now? You gave me this dress," she said, pointing at her crimson velvet frock. "Is it because of her?" she continued in a trembling, small voice. Hermione was shocked to see that Hortense's doe eyes were brimming with tears. The poor girl really loves him, she thought. I wonder if she knew that he admires a sicko. Or what he'll turn out to be. He is insane, she screamed at Hortense mentally. But why are we so drawn to him?
Instead of giving Hortense an answer, Tom did the most insolent, degrading, vulgar thing that Hermione had ever seen - he spat t her beautiful, upturned face and stalked away, an air of superiority about him. "Meet me in my dorm later, Hermione," he said. Again, she realized that it was an order, not an offer. Anger built up in Hermione like never before, and her hand shook so violently that she couldn't stand still. Tom was walking way with an arrogant strut, and she hated the way he treated Hortense. And he wants to meet me in his dorm?
Hermione bended down and picked up a stone. And flung it as hard as she could at Tom. Naturally, he whipped his dark head round and, stared piercingly at her. But instead of cursing her to oblivion, Tom simply picked up the stone, as though it was the most precious gem in the universe. He dropped it into his pocket, after touching it to his lips, and stalked away.
Seeing that, Hortense crumbled to the ground, and silent tears trailed down her cheeks. She did not seem to notice that the crowd was pointing and jeering at her. Hermione's sharp ears caught someone saying, "another of Riddle's victims, eh? She's fifth, I'll bet,"
Hermione let out n exasperated sigh. "Come on," she said sharply, her eyes flashing. "He doesn't deserve your tears,", she said. Hortense stood up abruptly, her jade eyes sparkling with tears. "I love him so much," she wept. "But he loves you. I can see that. He doesn't even treat me that well when we were together,". Hermione was silent. The stone, she thought silently. He kept the stone.
Hortense looked into Hermione's eyes. "I gave him everything," she said. "Including my finger," Hortense trusted her left hand to view. To Hermione's horror and nausea, it was missing a thumb. "But why ever did you do that?" she asked. "Is he even worth it?"
In a split second, Hortense's weepy look was replaced by a worshipping one. "Yes," she whispered fiercely. "Yes, he was worth it. It was worth every drop of blood, flesh and bone.", at her words, Hermione gave a shudder. That's black magic, she thought. Why would Tom need Hortense's finger? I'll find out tonight, she thought grimly. Hortense, meanwhile, continued talking with n empty look in her eyes. "Yes, it was worth it," she whispered repeatedly. "With my help, he's more powerful now. My Lord Voldemort,"
Hermione jumped. Unless her ears ha deceived her, Hortense had just called Tom Voldemort. She must have been pretty close to him, she concluded. I wonder why he would ditch his loyal follower.
Then, her heart skipped a beat. Hortense's ears had a slightly pointy look to them. True, she was beautiful, and human-like, but surely Voldemort had powers unknown to the wizards' lore? Slvishness and willingness to sacrifice oneself were two stupid but prominent traits of a house elf. And Hortense had asked if Tom was through with her, after he gave her the dress. It was as though it was an ultimatum. I should know, thought Hermione sagely. I'm President of S.P.E.W.
"Hortense, are, you, a , uh, house elf?" asked Hermione tentatively. Hortense gave her a long, astute look. "No," she answered, to Hermione's relief. "I'm a Seer. The youngest one ever. Tom pried me for my premonitions. But now," a tear trickled down her cheek. "I realize that I'm dispensable,"
So, Voldemort had begun rallying followers, ever since his schooldays, thought Hermione. A Seer? She would be useful to him, thought Hermione. All of a sudden Hortense flopped to the ground, as though she had fainted. But before Hermione could call for help, a derisive, triumphant laugh was heard. The laugh of a demented being. "He's found it at last." Rasped Hortense, her eyes rolling madly. "Lord Voldemort shall change the world of the wizards,". Hermione gave another shudder. The world wouldn't be change for the better, she thought. It would take a turn for the worst, if Voldemort ever comes to power. She thought of Harry's parents. And he will.
For the first time in her life, Hermione felt scared and utterly helpless. No one believed her but Johnson. She was all alone, in a foreign timeline, against the Dark Lord. And if I kill Tom, then what? She thought exasperatedly. And I can't even kill him. Only Harry can, according to the prophecy. She narrowed her eyes. The Prophecy was made by Professor Trelawney. Hermione had always thought that she was an extremely incompetent teacher, and that Divination was a useless, obscure branch of magic.
Her mind raced, as possibilities presented themselves to her. Then a thought struck Hermione, and her eyes shone brightly.
Was there a way to defy the Prophecy and cheat fate?
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AN: Please review! The more reviews, the faster I'll write.
Dear Mauradertimes: Nope! Not mirror!
Dear Samantha_Carlyn: This one's for you
Dear Gothic_Neelam: No, It's not a mirror.
Dear Mrs.Shigwa.Cobain: I'm sorry if the story upsets you. looks at her shoes But I had to show that Voldemort had a twisted mind, gifted, yes, but definitely twisted.