TITLE: J'adore
AUTHOR: Becca
E-MAIL: lordsbecca@yahoo.com
RATING: PG
CATEGORY: Ginny/Tom Romance
ARCHIVE: Sure, just drop me a line!
SUMMARY: After writing my first Slasher fic, "Thank God for Spitballs", I offered to write short fics about any couple for anyone. My friend Nora requested one for Ginny Weasley and Tom Riddle. So, here it is!
**DISCLAIMER: Roses are red, violets are blue, I did this for Nora, so you can't sue!
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Ginny's insides turned cold, and she began to shake all over. "T-Tom?"
Tom's smile melted. "Ginny? What's wrong?" He forced a laugh. "It's just a name!"
Ginny shook her head. "No!" she said, and began to cry. "Tom, do you really feel that way about Muggles and Muggle-borns?" she asked, with much intensity in her voice.
He nodded. "I'm sorry Ginny, but yes, I do." He took her hand and came closer to her. "Ginny? What's wrong?" His eyes showed pain and worry, and his heart broke to see Ginny so upset.
Ginny shook her head and sat back down on the bed. This was all too much. She was sitting here, speaking with Tom Riddle-again. The more she looked at his face, the more he reminded him of the person who had kept her in the Chamber of Secrets. He was older then, but it was still the same person: still the same heart-less killer. She couldn't believe she hadn't seen it sooner. What was she going to do?
Her initial thought was to go to Dumbledore and explain what Tom was going to do in the future, and try to stop it. But then the future would be changed. So many people would be alive, and yet so many wouldn't exist. If she changed the past now, she could inadvertally kill herself, or someone close to her. She couldn't risk it.
On the other hand, if she were to change the future, she could save thousands of people from being brutally murdered by Voldemort. By Tom. *Harry would have his parents, James and Lily*, she thought happily. But then again, it could be that if Voldemort wasn't around, neither would Harry, or Ron, or thousands of others who were alive.
But why would she have come here? Ginny believed everyone had a purpose in life: Dumbledore's was to protect the thousands of children who walked into Hogwarts. Cornilius Fudge's was to run the Ministry of Magic. Her brothers' were to annoy her to death. Harry's was-*Wait, thought Ginny. If I keep Tom from becoming Voldemort, then Harry would have no purpose in life, because his purpose is to stop him*. Ginny sighed. It was difficult, having the fate of the world in her hands. Dumbledore will know what to do, she thought, sighing.
"Where is Dumbledore's office?" Ginny asked Tom in an uneasy voice. "I wish to go alone."
Tom shook his head. "No way. Not in your condition. You're so pale, you look sick. I'm going to walk you down there. I don't want you fainting along the way."
"NO!" Ginny screamed, pulling her body away from Tom. "No, I'm okay. I can go alone. Just please give me directions to his office."
"All right," Tom sighed, throwing his hands in the air. "I try to help, but you just push away. If someone attacks you on your way-"
"What on earth do you mean, 'if someone attacks you'?" demanded Ginny. "I'm not a child! I can take care of myself! I'll have you know that I was kept in the Chamber of Se-" but she cut off, realizing who she was saying this to. She coughed, and said, "Listen, I just want to see Dumbledore. Now, I'll ask you again: where is his office?"
Tom turned around and opened the door. "Just follow me, Ginny. We've had some recent attacks on some girls...some guy in the school is going around...well, I'm sure you understand."
Ginny nodded. "Fine," she said. "Take me to Dumbledore."
The two walked through the door, Tom happy to be with Ginny, Ginny frightened to be with Tom. She kept her eyes on him as he walked calmly in front of her. How could someone this sweet turn into someone so horrible? she thought to herself, so confused on how the human mind worked. What makes people turn rotten?
Ginny remembered a Dark Arts class, where Professor Lupin did a lesson about what goes on inside a mad man's mind. He explained how it takes years for the madness to form. Lunacy formed from many things: pain, fear, and anger. Over the years, if a person had enough pain, fear, and anger inside, they would mold together to create a madman: an insane human capable of revolting doings without any guilt. And though no one really understood the mind of a madman, people believed that one traumatizing event had to occur in that person's life. One major, appalling circumstance must have happened for that person to hold so much pain, so much fear, and so much anger for them to go insane.
But what would happen, or had happened, to Tom to make him go stark-raving mad?
"Tom?" asked Ginny, investigating the situation.
Tom slowed down his pace and turned his head to Ginny. "Yes?"
"I don't want to invade your privacy, and if you choose not to answer, that's fine, but...well, has anything ever awful happened to you? And I don't mean you got detention or anything, but, anything absolutely terrible?"
Tom turned away from Ginny and sighed. "Yes, Ginny. Something awful did happen to me, about two years ago."
Ginny pushed further. "May I ask what happened?"
Tom nodded. "About two years about, I was best friends with a boy named Jake. Jake and I were inseparable. I didn't do anything without Jake, and he didn't do anything without me. I couldn't ask for a better friend. We constantly went to the village together, and hung out with the Muggle children, not caring that they were Muggle at all. And when we were here at Hogwarts, we talked with Muggles, and Mudbloods as well. We weren't against them. I wasn't against them.
"But one day, while we were in the Muggle village, some Muggles got angry that I hand used a spell to make the water turn colors for the little kids. They claimed that we were freaks, and we should be burned at the stake. Jake and I tried to explain that our magic was harmless, and that nothing would happen to the children who were playing with the colorful water. But the Muggle parents just wouldn't listen. Some started pushing us, getting physical. Jake screamed at them, trying to tell them that nothing was wrong, and if they really didn't like it, he would undo the spell. But they were Muggles, and they wouldn't listen. Jake pulled his wand out, just so he could undo the water spell, and they attacked, afraid he was going to kill them. They beat him. One man even brought out a gun. They eventually beat him to death."
Ginny's mouth gaped, horrified by the story. "So...so that's why you hate Muggles?"
"Yes," Tom whispered. "I tried to save him," he quickly said, becoming defensive. "I really did, Ginny! But they tried to shoot me with their gun! I didn't want to die, so I let my best friend die instead."
Ginny now understood. Pain: pain of losing his best friend. Fear: fear of the Muggles. Anger: anger at the Muggles who had killed Jake. And guilt. Guilt for not trying harder to save Jake. It was clear why Tom had gone insane.
"Here," Tom said, pointing to a door. "This is Dumbledore's office. Shall I wait outside?"
Ginny nodded slowly. She was still in shock by Tom's horrible story. She knocked on the door.
"Yes, yes, come in!" came a voice from inside.
Ginny opened the door and stepped inside.
A younger Dumbledore looked at Ginny and blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry, and you are...?"
Ginny smiled. "I'm someone who can save the future."
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Ohh! What do ya think? Hope you liked it! To write more, or not to write more...that is the question that only you, the reader, can answer. Lemme know at lordsbecca@yahoo.com. Thankies!
AUTHOR: Becca
E-MAIL: lordsbecca@yahoo.com
RATING: PG
CATEGORY: Ginny/Tom Romance
ARCHIVE: Sure, just drop me a line!
SUMMARY: After writing my first Slasher fic, "Thank God for Spitballs", I offered to write short fics about any couple for anyone. My friend Nora requested one for Ginny Weasley and Tom Riddle. So, here it is!
**DISCLAIMER: Roses are red, violets are blue, I did this for Nora, so you can't sue!
^*^*^
Ginny's insides turned cold, and she began to shake all over. "T-Tom?"
Tom's smile melted. "Ginny? What's wrong?" He forced a laugh. "It's just a name!"
Ginny shook her head. "No!" she said, and began to cry. "Tom, do you really feel that way about Muggles and Muggle-borns?" she asked, with much intensity in her voice.
He nodded. "I'm sorry Ginny, but yes, I do." He took her hand and came closer to her. "Ginny? What's wrong?" His eyes showed pain and worry, and his heart broke to see Ginny so upset.
Ginny shook her head and sat back down on the bed. This was all too much. She was sitting here, speaking with Tom Riddle-again. The more she looked at his face, the more he reminded him of the person who had kept her in the Chamber of Secrets. He was older then, but it was still the same person: still the same heart-less killer. She couldn't believe she hadn't seen it sooner. What was she going to do?
Her initial thought was to go to Dumbledore and explain what Tom was going to do in the future, and try to stop it. But then the future would be changed. So many people would be alive, and yet so many wouldn't exist. If she changed the past now, she could inadvertally kill herself, or someone close to her. She couldn't risk it.
On the other hand, if she were to change the future, she could save thousands of people from being brutally murdered by Voldemort. By Tom. *Harry would have his parents, James and Lily*, she thought happily. But then again, it could be that if Voldemort wasn't around, neither would Harry, or Ron, or thousands of others who were alive.
But why would she have come here? Ginny believed everyone had a purpose in life: Dumbledore's was to protect the thousands of children who walked into Hogwarts. Cornilius Fudge's was to run the Ministry of Magic. Her brothers' were to annoy her to death. Harry's was-*Wait, thought Ginny. If I keep Tom from becoming Voldemort, then Harry would have no purpose in life, because his purpose is to stop him*. Ginny sighed. It was difficult, having the fate of the world in her hands. Dumbledore will know what to do, she thought, sighing.
"Where is Dumbledore's office?" Ginny asked Tom in an uneasy voice. "I wish to go alone."
Tom shook his head. "No way. Not in your condition. You're so pale, you look sick. I'm going to walk you down there. I don't want you fainting along the way."
"NO!" Ginny screamed, pulling her body away from Tom. "No, I'm okay. I can go alone. Just please give me directions to his office."
"All right," Tom sighed, throwing his hands in the air. "I try to help, but you just push away. If someone attacks you on your way-"
"What on earth do you mean, 'if someone attacks you'?" demanded Ginny. "I'm not a child! I can take care of myself! I'll have you know that I was kept in the Chamber of Se-" but she cut off, realizing who she was saying this to. She coughed, and said, "Listen, I just want to see Dumbledore. Now, I'll ask you again: where is his office?"
Tom turned around and opened the door. "Just follow me, Ginny. We've had some recent attacks on some girls...some guy in the school is going around...well, I'm sure you understand."
Ginny nodded. "Fine," she said. "Take me to Dumbledore."
The two walked through the door, Tom happy to be with Ginny, Ginny frightened to be with Tom. She kept her eyes on him as he walked calmly in front of her. How could someone this sweet turn into someone so horrible? she thought to herself, so confused on how the human mind worked. What makes people turn rotten?
Ginny remembered a Dark Arts class, where Professor Lupin did a lesson about what goes on inside a mad man's mind. He explained how it takes years for the madness to form. Lunacy formed from many things: pain, fear, and anger. Over the years, if a person had enough pain, fear, and anger inside, they would mold together to create a madman: an insane human capable of revolting doings without any guilt. And though no one really understood the mind of a madman, people believed that one traumatizing event had to occur in that person's life. One major, appalling circumstance must have happened for that person to hold so much pain, so much fear, and so much anger for them to go insane.
But what would happen, or had happened, to Tom to make him go stark-raving mad?
"Tom?" asked Ginny, investigating the situation.
Tom slowed down his pace and turned his head to Ginny. "Yes?"
"I don't want to invade your privacy, and if you choose not to answer, that's fine, but...well, has anything ever awful happened to you? And I don't mean you got detention or anything, but, anything absolutely terrible?"
Tom turned away from Ginny and sighed. "Yes, Ginny. Something awful did happen to me, about two years ago."
Ginny pushed further. "May I ask what happened?"
Tom nodded. "About two years about, I was best friends with a boy named Jake. Jake and I were inseparable. I didn't do anything without Jake, and he didn't do anything without me. I couldn't ask for a better friend. We constantly went to the village together, and hung out with the Muggle children, not caring that they were Muggle at all. And when we were here at Hogwarts, we talked with Muggles, and Mudbloods as well. We weren't against them. I wasn't against them.
"But one day, while we were in the Muggle village, some Muggles got angry that I hand used a spell to make the water turn colors for the little kids. They claimed that we were freaks, and we should be burned at the stake. Jake and I tried to explain that our magic was harmless, and that nothing would happen to the children who were playing with the colorful water. But the Muggle parents just wouldn't listen. Some started pushing us, getting physical. Jake screamed at them, trying to tell them that nothing was wrong, and if they really didn't like it, he would undo the spell. But they were Muggles, and they wouldn't listen. Jake pulled his wand out, just so he could undo the water spell, and they attacked, afraid he was going to kill them. They beat him. One man even brought out a gun. They eventually beat him to death."
Ginny's mouth gaped, horrified by the story. "So...so that's why you hate Muggles?"
"Yes," Tom whispered. "I tried to save him," he quickly said, becoming defensive. "I really did, Ginny! But they tried to shoot me with their gun! I didn't want to die, so I let my best friend die instead."
Ginny now understood. Pain: pain of losing his best friend. Fear: fear of the Muggles. Anger: anger at the Muggles who had killed Jake. And guilt. Guilt for not trying harder to save Jake. It was clear why Tom had gone insane.
"Here," Tom said, pointing to a door. "This is Dumbledore's office. Shall I wait outside?"
Ginny nodded slowly. She was still in shock by Tom's horrible story. She knocked on the door.
"Yes, yes, come in!" came a voice from inside.
Ginny opened the door and stepped inside.
A younger Dumbledore looked at Ginny and blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry, and you are...?"
Ginny smiled. "I'm someone who can save the future."
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Ohh! What do ya think? Hope you liked it! To write more, or not to write more...that is the question that only you, the reader, can answer. Lemme know at lordsbecca@yahoo.com. Thankies!