"I won't let you." The woman stood determined at the door, arms crossed.
Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she stood eye-to-eye
with a tall, slender man wearing a dark hood/cloak, gray eyes not moving.
"You can't keep doing this to these people, Tom."
Tom Riddle, otherwise known as Lord Voldemort, growled. "May, either you stay out of my way, or I will be forced to remove of you. You know I don't want to, but these 'people'" he spat, "as you call them, abandoned me as an infant."
May looked at him, eyes searching. "And you would kill me, and do the same to our child?"
Staring into those gray pools, Lord Voldemort began to soften, but then hardened. "You can't stop me!" He shouted. "I've waited my whole life for this moment, and I'm not throwing it away for a slut like you!" He lifted his wand, and a flash of green light was emitted.
May Harper Riddle, Tom Riddle's one true love, his [I]only[/I] love, crumpled to the floor, limp and unmoving. He looked down at her face, then sharply up. He couldn't just leave the child here. He would have to kill her too. Walking quickly, he went to a small room. Looking down upon the girl, he lifted his wand...and then stopped. Those eyes. May's eyes. They stared up at him, confused, hurt. He couldn't do this. His one child, the daughter the world never knew about, the one that had his face, and his love's eyes. He couldn't do it. He had hardened himself against his wife, but he couldn't force himself to kill his child, his creation. The only innocent thing left in his life.
Picking her up, he wrapped her in a green blanket, lined with gold. Covering her with her cloak, he went out the door. His followers were there, waiting for another night of terror. He signaled them away and vanished. He reappeared deep in the Dark Forest of Hogwarts. Kissing her forehead, he placed her gently between two roots protruding from the ground. He vanished once again, hoping that either werewolves or the giant spiders would kill her so he wouldn't have to.
A long while later, a motorcycle roared across the sky, carrying the precious bundle that would soon be delivered to a certain Professor Dumbledore.
A black centaur trotting through the forest heard the wails of a child. Looking around curiously, he saw a green bundle with a baby's face between two roots. Picking her up, and looking at her, he wondered who would leave such a child in this dark forest. He turned and raced to his herd, to raise the child as one of the Dark Forest. The forgotten child.
Tom Riddle, otherwise known as Lord Voldemort, growled. "May, either you stay out of my way, or I will be forced to remove of you. You know I don't want to, but these 'people'" he spat, "as you call them, abandoned me as an infant."
May looked at him, eyes searching. "And you would kill me, and do the same to our child?"
Staring into those gray pools, Lord Voldemort began to soften, but then hardened. "You can't stop me!" He shouted. "I've waited my whole life for this moment, and I'm not throwing it away for a slut like you!" He lifted his wand, and a flash of green light was emitted.
May Harper Riddle, Tom Riddle's one true love, his [I]only[/I] love, crumpled to the floor, limp and unmoving. He looked down at her face, then sharply up. He couldn't just leave the child here. He would have to kill her too. Walking quickly, he went to a small room. Looking down upon the girl, he lifted his wand...and then stopped. Those eyes. May's eyes. They stared up at him, confused, hurt. He couldn't do this. His one child, the daughter the world never knew about, the one that had his face, and his love's eyes. He couldn't do it. He had hardened himself against his wife, but he couldn't force himself to kill his child, his creation. The only innocent thing left in his life.
Picking her up, he wrapped her in a green blanket, lined with gold. Covering her with her cloak, he went out the door. His followers were there, waiting for another night of terror. He signaled them away and vanished. He reappeared deep in the Dark Forest of Hogwarts. Kissing her forehead, he placed her gently between two roots protruding from the ground. He vanished once again, hoping that either werewolves or the giant spiders would kill her so he wouldn't have to.
A long while later, a motorcycle roared across the sky, carrying the precious bundle that would soon be delivered to a certain Professor Dumbledore.
A black centaur trotting through the forest heard the wails of a child. Looking around curiously, he saw a green bundle with a baby's face between two roots. Picking her up, and looking at her, he wondered who would leave such a child in this dark forest. He turned and raced to his herd, to raise the child as one of the Dark Forest. The forgotten child.