The Diary's Impression
By: AtraMathew6
Chapter One
This is my December,
this is my time of the year,
this is my December,
this is all so clear...
Hermione grabbed the diary, opened it up in the middle, where they last had their conversion, a wonderful conversation. Tom and her were getting to know each other over the weeks, close they were becoming, and closer she came to... The other side of wizardry.
This is my December,
this is my snow covered home,
this is my December,
this is me alone..
She and Harry had parted a while ago, it seemed forever, she recognized this, far too long the relationship lasted. She missed him though overall, and Tom was there to comfort her, and teach her.
And I,
just wish that I didn't feel,
like there was something I missed,
and I,
take back all the things I said,
to make you feel like that,
and I,
just wish that I didn't feel,
like there was something I missed,
and I,
take back all the things I said to you...
She missed him too much, Tom did not note this to her, she was always writing about him in the diary, far too much. Tom kept writing her back about how wrong the two were, but he was the one wrong, and Hermione did not recognize that.
And I give it all away,
just to have somewhere to go to,
give it all away,
to have someone to come home to...
This is my December,
these are my snow covered dreams,
this is me pretending,
this is all I need...
She needed Tom, for comfort and knowledge, bad knowledge, he was slowly luring her over to the other side, dark. His plan was working perfectly, somewhat, for once, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named had feelings, other than hatred for someone, the exact opposite of hatred.
And I,
just wish that I didn't feel,
like there was something I missed,
and I,
take back all the things I said,
to make you feel like that,
and I,
just wish that I didn't feel,
like there was something I missed,
and I,
take back all the things I said to you...
He did show it in his writing, almost too obvious, always sneaking good advice into the text, as well as evil, of course. Oh how perfect they would be together, the dark lord and the other.
And I give it all away,
just to have somewhere to go to,
give it all away,
to have someone to come home to...
His plan continued, without fault, soon, The Boy Who Lived would perish, after she finished the summoning of past for him, he would finish Harry off, then of course, he hated this, would have to finish her off, or so he thought.
This is my December,
this is my time of the year,
this is my December,
this is all so clear...
She wrote to him at last, "Oh Tom, I finally got over Harry Potter, what a fool he was, I can't believe I fell for him. You have helped me so much, thank you..."
And I give it all away,
just to have somewhere to go to ,
give it all away,
to have someone to come home to...
Alas, his planned is nearly complete...
By: AtraMathew6
Chapter One
This is my December,
this is my time of the year,
this is my December,
this is all so clear...
Hermione grabbed the diary, opened it up in the middle, where they last had their conversion, a wonderful conversation. Tom and her were getting to know each other over the weeks, close they were becoming, and closer she came to... The other side of wizardry.
This is my December,
this is my snow covered home,
this is my December,
this is me alone..
She and Harry had parted a while ago, it seemed forever, she recognized this, far too long the relationship lasted. She missed him though overall, and Tom was there to comfort her, and teach her.
And I,
just wish that I didn't feel,
like there was something I missed,
and I,
take back all the things I said,
to make you feel like that,
and I,
just wish that I didn't feel,
like there was something I missed,
and I,
take back all the things I said to you...
She missed him too much, Tom did not note this to her, she was always writing about him in the diary, far too much. Tom kept writing her back about how wrong the two were, but he was the one wrong, and Hermione did not recognize that.
And I give it all away,
just to have somewhere to go to,
give it all away,
to have someone to come home to...
This is my December,
these are my snow covered dreams,
this is me pretending,
this is all I need...
She needed Tom, for comfort and knowledge, bad knowledge, he was slowly luring her over to the other side, dark. His plan was working perfectly, somewhat, for once, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named had feelings, other than hatred for someone, the exact opposite of hatred.
And I,
just wish that I didn't feel,
like there was something I missed,
and I,
take back all the things I said,
to make you feel like that,
and I,
just wish that I didn't feel,
like there was something I missed,
and I,
take back all the things I said to you...
He did show it in his writing, almost too obvious, always sneaking good advice into the text, as well as evil, of course. Oh how perfect they would be together, the dark lord and the other.
And I give it all away,
just to have somewhere to go to,
give it all away,
to have someone to come home to...
His plan continued, without fault, soon, The Boy Who Lived would perish, after she finished the summoning of past for him, he would finish Harry off, then of course, he hated this, would have to finish her off, or so he thought.
This is my December,
this is my time of the year,
this is my December,
this is all so clear...
She wrote to him at last, "Oh Tom, I finally got over Harry Potter, what a fool he was, I can't believe I fell for him. You have helped me so much, thank you..."
And I give it all away,
just to have somewhere to go to ,
give it all away,
to have someone to come home to...
Alas, his planned is nearly complete...
