a/n: This is my first fic on ff.net, so be nice. The three dots before and after some things represent italics, or what Tom is thinking, ok? Enjoy!
Chapter One
The young man stared out the window. ...If only she knew...
Tom had just left his wizarding school, Hogwarts where he had spent all his years since age twelve. After all, why go home when there's no home to go to,he had thought. None of his fellow students had ever liked him that much, only his inner group of friends. He was a very brilliant young man, the best in his class until that Potter came. He couldn't stand Potter, that goody
Griffyndor. He of course was a proud Slytherin, with the blood of Slytherin flowing through his veins. He never knew his mother, whom the dark blood came from, she died in childbirth, but he had seen pictures. Lily Slytherin was one of the most beautiful women he ever met. Even though he never met her. His wretched father, his namesake, left as soon as he found out what his wife was. A witch. A freak. Which was why he didn't
want his father's name, Tom. Instead he made up a name from the letters of his real one for his friends to call him. Voldemort. It was evil sounding, enough to strike fear into the hearts of those that heard it. But all that didn't matter anymore, he had found love.
Her name was Kristin. She was now a Ravenclaw 7th year, and the two planned to marry when she graduated. They kept in touch by owl post, but it hardly kept him satisfied. She had the most gorgeous brown hair and the most green, green eyes. He truly loved her, and was surprised that someone so truly wonderful as her could love him back. He sighed and reread her letter for the fifteenth time,
Dear Tom,
I know you prefer Voldemort, you think it is fear-striking, but that isn't you to me. You are sweet, gentle, kind, considerate and handsome. But not fear-striking. So I shall call you Tom. In my mind, I still see you at your graduation. So confidently you walked to the podium and accepting your degree, I was so very proud. But then there was our parting. It was so sad seeing you cry, something I'd never seen you do before. I remember that hurt in your beautiful brown eyes as you kissed my hand and asked, "Will you still marry me when you graduate?" I told you of course I would. And I still wish to. Tom, I love you. But there was a question you asked that I did not answer. Or could not answer then. You asked if I was ashamed of you turning in that miserable half-giant third year last year. I have carefully thought it over, and I am not. You did it for justice. After all, that horrible spider-monster had killed people. I'm proud of you for protecting the lives of many others. I admire you for it. Tom, I must end this letter now, but my love will never end.
With all my Heart and Soul,
Kristin
Tom wiped a tear from his eye. ...Oh, my angel what a wonder you are with words! I hope my little lie hasn't hurt you in any way. But I cannot tell you- not ever. No one can know. I wish you could, but I fear that it would make you hate me. If only you knew...
...Two years later...
Tom smiled down on his newborn daughter. "Kristen, may I name her?"
"I guess- but nothing stupid like Hortence, okay sweetie?"
Tom laughed. "Oh, darn," he said playing along. But turning serious, "Lily. For my mother, if you don't mind."
"Of course not. Lily is a fine name."
"Good, because that's what I'd call her anyway."
Kristen laughed. He loved that laugh, that hair, those eyes... He loved absolutely everything about her. ...Which is why I cannot tell her...... It could endanger her, us, and Lily.... That was the last thing he wanted. He loved his family, and would do anything to protect- or avenge- them. Sadly, it would come to that.
Chapter One
The young man stared out the window. ...If only she knew...
Tom had just left his wizarding school, Hogwarts where he had spent all his years since age twelve. After all, why go home when there's no home to go to,he had thought. None of his fellow students had ever liked him that much, only his inner group of friends. He was a very brilliant young man, the best in his class until that Potter came. He couldn't stand Potter, that goody
Griffyndor. He of course was a proud Slytherin, with the blood of Slytherin flowing through his veins. He never knew his mother, whom the dark blood came from, she died in childbirth, but he had seen pictures. Lily Slytherin was one of the most beautiful women he ever met. Even though he never met her. His wretched father, his namesake, left as soon as he found out what his wife was. A witch. A freak. Which was why he didn't
want his father's name, Tom. Instead he made up a name from the letters of his real one for his friends to call him. Voldemort. It was evil sounding, enough to strike fear into the hearts of those that heard it. But all that didn't matter anymore, he had found love.
Her name was Kristin. She was now a Ravenclaw 7th year, and the two planned to marry when she graduated. They kept in touch by owl post, but it hardly kept him satisfied. She had the most gorgeous brown hair and the most green, green eyes. He truly loved her, and was surprised that someone so truly wonderful as her could love him back. He sighed and reread her letter for the fifteenth time,
Dear Tom,
I know you prefer Voldemort, you think it is fear-striking, but that isn't you to me. You are sweet, gentle, kind, considerate and handsome. But not fear-striking. So I shall call you Tom. In my mind, I still see you at your graduation. So confidently you walked to the podium and accepting your degree, I was so very proud. But then there was our parting. It was so sad seeing you cry, something I'd never seen you do before. I remember that hurt in your beautiful brown eyes as you kissed my hand and asked, "Will you still marry me when you graduate?" I told you of course I would. And I still wish to. Tom, I love you. But there was a question you asked that I did not answer. Or could not answer then. You asked if I was ashamed of you turning in that miserable half-giant third year last year. I have carefully thought it over, and I am not. You did it for justice. After all, that horrible spider-monster had killed people. I'm proud of you for protecting the lives of many others. I admire you for it. Tom, I must end this letter now, but my love will never end.
With all my Heart and Soul,
Kristin
Tom wiped a tear from his eye. ...Oh, my angel what a wonder you are with words! I hope my little lie hasn't hurt you in any way. But I cannot tell you- not ever. No one can know. I wish you could, but I fear that it would make you hate me. If only you knew...
...Two years later...
Tom smiled down on his newborn daughter. "Kristen, may I name her?"
"I guess- but nothing stupid like Hortence, okay sweetie?"
Tom laughed. "Oh, darn," he said playing along. But turning serious, "Lily. For my mother, if you don't mind."
"Of course not. Lily is a fine name."
"Good, because that's what I'd call her anyway."
Kristen laughed. He loved that laugh, that hair, those eyes... He loved absolutely everything about her. ...Which is why I cannot tell her...... It could endanger her, us, and Lily.... That was the last thing he wanted. He loved his family, and would do anything to protect- or avenge- them. Sadly, it would come to that.