Let Go
Chapter One:
50 YEARS AGO PLUS 4
A small smirk played across Victoria Williams' features as she cautiously made her way through the vast kitchen into the dining room, knife in hand. She stood in front of her birthday cake, eyes closed, her thin lips moving in a silent wish. She finished saying what she wanted and drew in a deep breath, but before she could blow out the candles, a resounding *POP* echoed throughout the room and a young brunette of about 16 Apparated beside her.
He gave her a light peck on the cheek before stealing the knife from her hand and cutting a slice out of the cake. "Not celebrating without me, are you?" He asked, her look of surprise and bemusement causing a grin to spread across his face.
"Darling, why the funny expression?" He chuckled. "Cake?"
Victoria pushed away the offered plate and turned away from him. "Are you sure?" He stepped in front of her, wafting the cake piece under her nose. "It's chocolate... Your favorite..."
She sighed. "No, thank you..."
He frowned, setting the plate on the table, and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. "Is something wrong? Anything I can do to help?"
"No, you've done enough." She mumbled.
"Then what ever is the matter?"
She shook her head. "Nothing. Let's just get down to business." She paused. "Did you do it?"
A look of triumph fluttered across his face and he nodded. "So then your grandparents, they are, I assume, dead?" She asked.
He nodded again, the grin he displayed growing bigger. "And your father?"
"No longer in the land of the living."
She smiled. "Excellent. All is going according to plan."
He shook his head in mirth. "Look at you. So serious." He mocked. "Just enjoy the moment."
She turned and picked up a piece of cake. "I'd enjoy it more if you quit teasing me." She said between bites.
He stuck out his tongue, to which she replied with her middle finger. He feigned surprise, then smirked. "I always knew you were a wild one." He stepped towards her, placing his hands atop her hips. "All you have to do is tell me when and where."
She quirked an eyebrow, setting down her plate, her green eyes full of mischief and lust. "Well, in that case-"
He put up a hand to silence her and breathed deeply in. "What is that alluring odor?" He leaned towards her, the tip of his nose brushing her neck. "Are you wearing a new perfume?"
Victoria furrowed her brows in confusion. "No. Why?"
He leaned closer still, his lips lingering above her exposed collar bone. "It smells divine... whatever it is." His tongue flickered out, lightly making a path of saliva from her collar bone to her ear lobe. They both let out synchronized moans. "Oh, the blood of an innocent always tasted sweet..." He grinned against her ear. "But on you, dear, it's positively erotic..."
She ran her hands down the length of his back, passed his hips, and gave his rear a timid squeeze. "Yes, well, I do try..."
He ran his fingers up her arm, his feather soft touch causing a small giggle to escape her. "And did you succeed?"
She stepped away from him, grinning. "Turn around and see for yourself."
He did and chortled at the sight of her dead parents. Their eyes were still open, the lifeless orbs staring helplessly at the ceiling. Their mouths were frozen in silent screams.
"Victoria, can I ask you something?" He said, turning back to her.
"Sure. Anything."
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course not, darling." She said without hesitation. "Why?"
He took her hand in his. "Good girl. You shouldn't." He reached inside his cloak and pulled out a small, black box. "Here. Happy Birthday."
She took the box and gave it a slight shake. It gave a tiny tinkle, like a bell. "What is it?"
"Open it, silly, and find out." So she did, letting out a gasp as she pulled out the long chain. On the end of it hung a miniature snake, its ruby eyes glinting maliciously in the candlelight. The pendant itself was silver, the snake's tail inside its mouth, making a ring.
"It's called an ouroboros. The circle the snake forms with its tail in its mouth symbolizes life, death, and rebirth..."
"I don't know what to say..."
"Say you love it and that you'll be mine forever." He took the necklace from her hand, ushering her to lean forward so he could place it around her neck.
"I- I love it." She kissed him then, the pendant momentarily forgotten between her breasts. "And I shall be yours forever."
He smiled. "And I yours, Victoria Williams."
She frowned slightly and looked up at him. "You promise?" She whispered.
"Thomas Marvolo Riddle is a man of his word." He whispered back, then kissed her again.
The faint *POP* announced their departure as they Disapparated, the flickering birthday candles casting eerie shadows across the faces of her murdered parents.
~*~*~
Harry Potter awoke with a start, cold sweat dripping down his face, making his usually messy hair cling to his head. His lightning bolt-shaped scar was burning above his right eye. He reached up and gingerly touched it, wincing as a brief shock of pain ran across his head.
"What the hell was that?"
He fumbled for his glasses on the old, worn desk beside his bed and put them on. Sitting up, he peered around his moonlit room, his eyes falling upon his owl's cage.
"Well, nothing seems out of place."
Hedwig rustled her feathers sleepily and placed her head back under her wing. Harry smiled at the snow-white bird, the memory of how he got her wavering to the surface of his mind. His smile, however, was soon replaced with a sneer when he remembered where he was.
"The Dursleys'... 'nuff said..."
Albeit, they weren't as bad as they used to be, but they still treated him as if he were diseased. He shrugged his sore shoulders and fell back on the bed. He automatically sought out the tense muscle in his arm and set to work on it. It immediately relaxed and he grinned.
"Dudley may have his little boxing thing, but it's nothing compared to good ol' Quidditch..."
He fell silent and stared at the blank ceiling for what seemed like forever. He was obviously confused, bits of the dream playing on repeat in his head. Was this just a regular dream or did it mean something else? Could this be a vision from the past or maybe a premonition? Or worse, could this be another one of Voldemort's twisted plans?
Harry sighed, removing his glasses. He rubbed his eyes, in an effort to relieve himself of the dull throbbing above his right eye.
"Ugh, what does it mean?!" He shifted restlessly underneath the blankets, the mattress creaking beneath his weight. "Damn it! I knew I should've practiced Occlumency more! Dumbledore better know what the hell he's doing!"
"HARRY POTTER!" Harry flinched at the volume of his Uncle's voice. "IT'S 2 O'CLOCK IN THE BLOODY MORNING! GET TO SLEEP!"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon! Sorry!" Harry yelled back.
"SHUT UP! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! GO TO SLEEP, I SAY!"
Harry rolled his eyes and pulled the scratchy blanket up to his chin. For the sake of his, well, sanity, he just had to keep reminding himself "One more month... Just one more month...".
With that thought in mind, he closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.
A/N: I hope you liked it! Please review!
Chapter One:
50 YEARS AGO PLUS 4
A small smirk played across Victoria Williams' features as she cautiously made her way through the vast kitchen into the dining room, knife in hand. She stood in front of her birthday cake, eyes closed, her thin lips moving in a silent wish. She finished saying what she wanted and drew in a deep breath, but before she could blow out the candles, a resounding *POP* echoed throughout the room and a young brunette of about 16 Apparated beside her.
He gave her a light peck on the cheek before stealing the knife from her hand and cutting a slice out of the cake. "Not celebrating without me, are you?" He asked, her look of surprise and bemusement causing a grin to spread across his face.
"Darling, why the funny expression?" He chuckled. "Cake?"
Victoria pushed away the offered plate and turned away from him. "Are you sure?" He stepped in front of her, wafting the cake piece under her nose. "It's chocolate... Your favorite..."
She sighed. "No, thank you..."
He frowned, setting the plate on the table, and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. "Is something wrong? Anything I can do to help?"
"No, you've done enough." She mumbled.
"Then what ever is the matter?"
She shook her head. "Nothing. Let's just get down to business." She paused. "Did you do it?"
A look of triumph fluttered across his face and he nodded. "So then your grandparents, they are, I assume, dead?" She asked.
He nodded again, the grin he displayed growing bigger. "And your father?"
"No longer in the land of the living."
She smiled. "Excellent. All is going according to plan."
He shook his head in mirth. "Look at you. So serious." He mocked. "Just enjoy the moment."
She turned and picked up a piece of cake. "I'd enjoy it more if you quit teasing me." She said between bites.
He stuck out his tongue, to which she replied with her middle finger. He feigned surprise, then smirked. "I always knew you were a wild one." He stepped towards her, placing his hands atop her hips. "All you have to do is tell me when and where."
She quirked an eyebrow, setting down her plate, her green eyes full of mischief and lust. "Well, in that case-"
He put up a hand to silence her and breathed deeply in. "What is that alluring odor?" He leaned towards her, the tip of his nose brushing her neck. "Are you wearing a new perfume?"
Victoria furrowed her brows in confusion. "No. Why?"
He leaned closer still, his lips lingering above her exposed collar bone. "It smells divine... whatever it is." His tongue flickered out, lightly making a path of saliva from her collar bone to her ear lobe. They both let out synchronized moans. "Oh, the blood of an innocent always tasted sweet..." He grinned against her ear. "But on you, dear, it's positively erotic..."
She ran her hands down the length of his back, passed his hips, and gave his rear a timid squeeze. "Yes, well, I do try..."
He ran his fingers up her arm, his feather soft touch causing a small giggle to escape her. "And did you succeed?"
She stepped away from him, grinning. "Turn around and see for yourself."
He did and chortled at the sight of her dead parents. Their eyes were still open, the lifeless orbs staring helplessly at the ceiling. Their mouths were frozen in silent screams.
"Victoria, can I ask you something?" He said, turning back to her.
"Sure. Anything."
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course not, darling." She said without hesitation. "Why?"
He took her hand in his. "Good girl. You shouldn't." He reached inside his cloak and pulled out a small, black box. "Here. Happy Birthday."
She took the box and gave it a slight shake. It gave a tiny tinkle, like a bell. "What is it?"
"Open it, silly, and find out." So she did, letting out a gasp as she pulled out the long chain. On the end of it hung a miniature snake, its ruby eyes glinting maliciously in the candlelight. The pendant itself was silver, the snake's tail inside its mouth, making a ring.
"It's called an ouroboros. The circle the snake forms with its tail in its mouth symbolizes life, death, and rebirth..."
"I don't know what to say..."
"Say you love it and that you'll be mine forever." He took the necklace from her hand, ushering her to lean forward so he could place it around her neck.
"I- I love it." She kissed him then, the pendant momentarily forgotten between her breasts. "And I shall be yours forever."
He smiled. "And I yours, Victoria Williams."
She frowned slightly and looked up at him. "You promise?" She whispered.
"Thomas Marvolo Riddle is a man of his word." He whispered back, then kissed her again.
The faint *POP* announced their departure as they Disapparated, the flickering birthday candles casting eerie shadows across the faces of her murdered parents.
~*~*~
Harry Potter awoke with a start, cold sweat dripping down his face, making his usually messy hair cling to his head. His lightning bolt-shaped scar was burning above his right eye. He reached up and gingerly touched it, wincing as a brief shock of pain ran across his head.
"What the hell was that?"
He fumbled for his glasses on the old, worn desk beside his bed and put them on. Sitting up, he peered around his moonlit room, his eyes falling upon his owl's cage.
"Well, nothing seems out of place."
Hedwig rustled her feathers sleepily and placed her head back under her wing. Harry smiled at the snow-white bird, the memory of how he got her wavering to the surface of his mind. His smile, however, was soon replaced with a sneer when he remembered where he was.
"The Dursleys'... 'nuff said..."
Albeit, they weren't as bad as they used to be, but they still treated him as if he were diseased. He shrugged his sore shoulders and fell back on the bed. He automatically sought out the tense muscle in his arm and set to work on it. It immediately relaxed and he grinned.
"Dudley may have his little boxing thing, but it's nothing compared to good ol' Quidditch..."
He fell silent and stared at the blank ceiling for what seemed like forever. He was obviously confused, bits of the dream playing on repeat in his head. Was this just a regular dream or did it mean something else? Could this be a vision from the past or maybe a premonition? Or worse, could this be another one of Voldemort's twisted plans?
Harry sighed, removing his glasses. He rubbed his eyes, in an effort to relieve himself of the dull throbbing above his right eye.
"Ugh, what does it mean?!" He shifted restlessly underneath the blankets, the mattress creaking beneath his weight. "Damn it! I knew I should've practiced Occlumency more! Dumbledore better know what the hell he's doing!"
"HARRY POTTER!" Harry flinched at the volume of his Uncle's voice. "IT'S 2 O'CLOCK IN THE BLOODY MORNING! GET TO SLEEP!"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon! Sorry!" Harry yelled back.
"SHUT UP! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! GO TO SLEEP, I SAY!"
Harry rolled his eyes and pulled the scratchy blanket up to his chin. For the sake of his, well, sanity, he just had to keep reminding himself "One more month... Just one more month...".
With that thought in mind, he closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.
A/N: I hope you liked it! Please review!