Sorry it's taken so long for me to post up chapters. I just got a new job
taking care of dogs, and you can't believe how tiring that can be, even if
it's only for half a day. I'll try to post up chapters a bit faster.
Voldemort's Amnesia Jewel Little Bird Chapter Nine
Tom happily put the books on the shelf in order. Something told him he was used to order, to everything being neat and tidy. Well, it was helping him at the moment. He was amazed the Haverhill Public Library had hired him so quickly. Maybe it was because of his broken and bandaged arm and they felt sorry for him. Maybe it was because he made the front page and was a bit of a celebrity.
Either way, he now had a job: putting all the children's books back in alphabetical order by author's last name (he discovered he rather enjoyed reading children's books; he'd found some books by someone named J.K. Rowling that looked interesting).
He didn't mind. It gave him some time to talk to the children if they came up to him. Mostly, they wanted to know if his slit eyes were really contacts. Once in a while, though, they actually came for a book....
Something tugged on his pant leg. "Hello up there!"
He looked down at the little girl. She must've been about three. "Hello."
She smiled. "My name is Lily. What's yours?"
"Tom."
"Can I call you Tommy?"
"Sure." He blinked, wondering at the girl for a moment. "Was there something else you wanted? A book maybe?"
"Are there any books about unicorns?"
"Of course. Come with me." He led her to another shelf and pulled down a book. "Here you are."
"Thank you!" She took the book then paused. "Your eyes are funny."
Here it comes, he thought. The big question about my eyes.
"Are you magic?"
The absurdity of the question made him burst out laughing. Ah, hell, why not? He thought. She's just a child. "Of course I'm magic! I'm the greatest wizard that ever lived!"
"I thought you were!" She hugged the book, no doubt pleased with herself. "Will you be my friend? I don't have any friends."
"Sure, I'll be your friend."
She giggled happily. "Mistah Snape was right!"
Snape?
A flash of cold black eyes, greasy black hair, billowing robes. A frigid, calculating look that hid one too many thoughts. A voice as arctic as ice.
"I'll see you again, Tommy," Lily said. "I have to go back to Aunt Nicole, now. Mama should be here soon." With that, she turned and ran off.
His eyes followed her. How odd; when she'd said "Snape" he'd immediately been filled with a terrible loathing, and another word had come to mind.
Traitor.
@
End of Chapter Nine
Voldemort's Amnesia Jewel Little Bird Chapter Nine
Tom happily put the books on the shelf in order. Something told him he was used to order, to everything being neat and tidy. Well, it was helping him at the moment. He was amazed the Haverhill Public Library had hired him so quickly. Maybe it was because of his broken and bandaged arm and they felt sorry for him. Maybe it was because he made the front page and was a bit of a celebrity.
Either way, he now had a job: putting all the children's books back in alphabetical order by author's last name (he discovered he rather enjoyed reading children's books; he'd found some books by someone named J.K. Rowling that looked interesting).
He didn't mind. It gave him some time to talk to the children if they came up to him. Mostly, they wanted to know if his slit eyes were really contacts. Once in a while, though, they actually came for a book....
Something tugged on his pant leg. "Hello up there!"
He looked down at the little girl. She must've been about three. "Hello."
She smiled. "My name is Lily. What's yours?"
"Tom."
"Can I call you Tommy?"
"Sure." He blinked, wondering at the girl for a moment. "Was there something else you wanted? A book maybe?"
"Are there any books about unicorns?"
"Of course. Come with me." He led her to another shelf and pulled down a book. "Here you are."
"Thank you!" She took the book then paused. "Your eyes are funny."
Here it comes, he thought. The big question about my eyes.
"Are you magic?"
The absurdity of the question made him burst out laughing. Ah, hell, why not? He thought. She's just a child. "Of course I'm magic! I'm the greatest wizard that ever lived!"
"I thought you were!" She hugged the book, no doubt pleased with herself. "Will you be my friend? I don't have any friends."
"Sure, I'll be your friend."
She giggled happily. "Mistah Snape was right!"
Snape?
A flash of cold black eyes, greasy black hair, billowing robes. A frigid, calculating look that hid one too many thoughts. A voice as arctic as ice.
"I'll see you again, Tommy," Lily said. "I have to go back to Aunt Nicole, now. Mama should be here soon." With that, she turned and ran off.
His eyes followed her. How odd; when she'd said "Snape" he'd immediately been filled with a terrible loathing, and another word had come to mind.
Traitor.
@
End of Chapter Nine
