Immortal Conflicts
By: Myself
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor another other character owned or created by J. K. R. (If you don't know who that is, then you are probably reading the wrong fan fiction.) because SHE owns them. I do however own Elsa Leigh. She's mine and if you try to take her... well let's just say unpleasant things will occur to you.
Chapter One:
The Last Goodbye... Again
Elsa's P.O.V.
She stood silently weeping on platform 9 and ¾, watching the train bearing her destiny drive away. The year was 1940, and the cycle had just begun again with a Tom Marvolo Riddle. Descendant of Slytherin. One of hers. She cleared her mind and reflected on the happenings of the last seven years.
She had come to Hogwarts as prescribed, and upon being sorted into Slytherin, as was usual, she met a half wizard with unruly black hair and dark blue eyes very much like her own named Tom Riddle. He was in her class and house, and she soon formed a close bond with him. As the years went on and he grew to be as evil as his predecessors, she entered his inner circle and he slowly fell in love with her.
A few minutes ago, as the last year came to an end and they parted for the last time, they stood right where she still remained, and he had proposed. She had sadly refused and he grew cold and unresponsive. He left without saying goodbye, his last words being 'It's too late for us.'
So she stood here wondering when the rest of the pieces would arrive and finish the cycle again. When it would come time to watch Tom, who looked so much like herself, die, most likely in her very arms.
Just like Salazar, she connected. They had all died exactly like him. She had told him to run. To hide in her house in the countryside, hidden in the fog of the moors. There she had met him and they had waited. Then one day, Godric arrived and they fought. Salazar had slain Godric, but in the meantime had been mortally wounded himself. She had sat there with his head in her lap and his child in her womb and watched him take his last breath. She watched his emerald green eyes close and his body relax.
No, she scolded herself. Don't think about it. It's not important now. Now all that mattered is that fate sort itself out.
Tom's P.O.V.
She said there wasn't anyway for them to be married. That fate itself was against them. It was as if she hadn't been there at all for those seven years. Hadn't noticed that he always got what he wanted. Well, he would just have to remind her.
Speaking of seven years, he thought back, she had changed practically not at all in size or appearance. Everyone else had grown taller, looked older, but she still fit his description of the first time he met her. Slight and short. Pale skin, long, curly black hair and midnight blue eyes. Why is it that everyone else has aged and she still remains the same? He pondered, and added it to the list of things he would find out after he tracked her down and married her.
And find her he would, he vowed. He would find her aunt's house, if that was really where she was going and he would keep coming and keep coming until she succumbed to his charm. And all while forwarding his career as the most feared Dark Wizard of all time. Ever. He would even best the amazing Salazar Slytherin, one of ancestors. And he would prove once and for all that just because your was tainted, that didn't mean that you couldn't get want you wanted or do what you aspired to do.
A/N: Yeah, okay. So when my muse, Damien here, decides to get back to work, I'll post up Chapter 2. It's almost finished.
And isn't this quite the shocker? Voldie in love with someone. I guess Elsie put a real spin on things when she messed up. But if you think things are bad now, stick around, blokes. Damien's big on plot twists, aren't you? /Pokes head up from typewriter/ Most certainly, Elias. That's enough out of you /Glares at him/ No one said to stop did they? No. So get back to work. /Looks back down at keyboard/ Most certainly. -Slave driver.- He's far too cheerful, don't you think?