The Ring
A/N: Hello, this is the third chapter! Sorry for the long wait, I've been REALLY busy, and I have camp, which takes up till 6 pm. Don't have much writing time. I never thought I'd ever get even one review for this! Thank you to all my few reviewers who have been kind enough to actually care to review! XD
News: Ok, it's official, words don't taste good. Why the hell am I saying this? Look to the last chapter. The 6th book actually is gonna be called the Half-Blood Prince (HBP). sprinkles chocolate smarties on word ice-cream
PS. How does everyone get the space thingy in FF.N to work? I can press enter 100000000000 for all it matters, and it always ever shows up as ONLY one enter space. /8S
Review Correspondents:
aratherfasinatedslytherin
Thanks for the awesome review. OMG, my 1st review, you dunno howgiddy I got! You rock! I don't think I wrote Ginevra (I accidentally made it Ginerva, but it's actually Ginevra.) and Tom that good, but thanks for the compliment! Oh, I almost forgot! I'll be updating as much as I can!
Lisi
LOL, you think you like it? Well, I think I'm gonna thank you. Intense? Well, that's the point! ;;
Cat
Thanks for reviewing! Also, thank you for the warning, I upped up the rating ok?
mili
Yeah, sorry. I didn't think the rating would be that bad! My apologies, thanks for reviewing!
anonymous
Thanks for reviewing! I edited all chapters to say Ginevra, and not Ginerva! Thanks for the reminder !
Katy
In a few fics there have been Dark!Ginny, but yeah not written like this. I wanted her to be unique and not cliché like the other ones, where she's either Shy!Ginny, or just more Independent!Ginny, not that I don't like the latter. Also, I upped the rating! LOL, luv – D.I.
PS. You see Mean Girls? See the translation for the Luv ya! kisskiss thing!
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Monsters calling my name
Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me,
And the raindrops as they're falling tell a story …
- Imaginary, Evanescence
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– CHAPTER 3 –
Tom Riddle's 'Resurrection' (Part Two)
Tom could feel himself becoming more and more awake. What was happening?
He could feel it now, one of his fateful followers was finally fixing the diary in the future!! He would finally be free and see his dear Ginevra.
Canta mori … Prior Aparishe … He remembered these spells quite easily when he was a 5th year. The Restoring and Ressurection charms. Combine 'em together, and they'd work twice as well.
He was finally going to be free of the boring present which were the futures long-forgotten past! He was finally going to see his darling Ginevra, and they'd finally be able to have some alone time together. If you know what I mean.
He was now completely and fully awake, not wanting to miss any second of his own great resurrection. He was going to kill his present self, and take his place. It was just becoming more great and powerful sooner – why hadn't he thought of this before?
Now, for the final step. In his private Prefect room, there was a flash of golden light protruding from his leather-bound journal.
He put both of his two pale white spider-like hands on the faded creaky pages and concentrated hard.
I have to get out. To get out is the only thing that matters right now. Nothing else. But to get out. Get out, get out, come out, come out …
He sucked in a deep breath suddenly as he felt himself being blinded more than ever by the bright luminous glare of the book's light. He felt like he was being squeezed into a tight package, waiting to be delivered, except to a different time, not a person.
Well, sort of not to a person.
I'm coming, my Ginevra.
He now felt as if slimy freezing cold hands were slapping him, with no mercy. However, Tom barely felt it as he only concentrated on getting to his destination. If a wizard tried this without concentrating on the main point of getting there hard, he could come out very disorientated and without a trace of sanity left.
No matter how twisted said wizard might be.
So, being very intelligent (even if was very twisted nonetheless) he concentrated hard.
10, 9, 8, 7 …
Oh, if he had to wait any longer, he thought his mind might combust with stress from concentrating so hard.
6, 5, 4 …
Almost there.
Ginevra will be waiting for you on the other side of this world, a nagging little voice in the back of this head reminded him.
So, with the thought of his sweet-tasting, blood-redheaded lover at the other end, he was willing enough to endure all this to see her again.
Er – back to the matter at hand.
3, 2 …
A few more seconds and this horrible torture he was going through would be over. And to make it worst, the invisible slapping hands seemed to be turning ice-cold every time they touched him, with harder and harder force each time.
1, 0 … !!!
Finally, as the last moment of being squeezed in that tight packaging, he felt himself slip away into a very much darker light (compared to the bright one).
'My Lord, my lord …' whispered Lucius, bowing down to kiss the hem of his robes.
'Thank you, Lucius,' I drawled, testing out my voice. 'You have done well, and shall be greatly rewarded.'
Lucius waddled backwards into a kneeling position, crawling back on his knees. Ouch, carpet burn.
But it was well worth his reward; for Tom Marvolo Riddle had risen once again. To stay.
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Ginevra paced back and forth, thinking of what to do.
Ask Malfoy, perhaps? A nagging little voice in the back of her head suggested.
Are w – am I insane? Malfoy may be a fellow Death Eater, but I am way above his status to ask him. Even if we work side by side in battle, he stole my journal! She seethed back.
Her mind was made up, she'd have to somehow creep out of the castle, sneak deep into the Forbidden Forest, to the secret Apparition Point (AP) she'd found. Difficult, but she had to get to this meeting.
Her mark had seared quite painfully than usual this time, meaning that this was an extremely important meeting that she could not afford to miss. After all, being in the presence of thousands (yes, thousands) of other evildoers made her feel in place. Like she belonged.
Peering nervously around the corner, she snuck pass the unaware sleeping portraits into the cold, misty fog of the darkness. As she got to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, she glanced briefly into Hagrid's hut. Sleeping.
Whew.
She walked quietly for a few minutes, swiftly, but her light footsteps were as dead as night. Rubbing her arms in large, vast circles to keep warmth, she shivered as she entered near the zone of the Centaurs.
Didn't like to be disturbed, them Centaurs.
As she passed the silently sleeping sounds of the Centaurs' breathing, she broke into a quick sprint; making her quick breathes as soft as the feathers of her old pillow. She dashed to the secret hiding place of the AP, panting. As her chest heaved up and down, she recollected herself and took a last sharp intake of air.
Glancing quickly around her, to make sure she wasn't being watched, she closed her eyes and vanished out of this air.
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Draco Malfoy paced around the Death Eaters' temporary meeting place. Each Death Eater had a different type of Apparition Key, each always worn on them, in a very discreet place. To use them, you had to speak a secret incantation - every different to suit the different keys – mentally, and you'd automatically Apparate to the meeting place.
It was very flabbergasting every time the Death Eaters did this, because each time they Apparated, the meeting place was always different, which would be very frustrating to adjust to their new (even if just temporary) surroundings.
He bit his the insides of his lip, and glanced at a certain titanium-steel door. From that door had walked two people. One had been his father Lucius, the other a tall pale-faced boy, not a day older then around 16.
The shocking news came that their master, the Dark Lord had been killed and replaced. By who?They had asked.
Turns out it was none other then … the Dark Lord himself!? It took about near 45 minutes for the news to fold out. Tom Marvolo Riddle, the Dark Lord when he still had his (filthy muggle) father's name, had come and killed himself, well, his future self, because he had somehow come from the future to this time.
A/N: Since you already know what he means, I'm not even going to bother explaining right here.
The Weaslette, apparently torn between fascination, and … eagerness? To do what, exactly? Draco could tell, by the way she bit her lip so hard that it started to actually bleed, it was simple.
The new/old Dark Lord soon became in the female population's eyes, as what they usually thought of Draco himself. Three guesses just what they thought of him as.
SEX ON A BLOODY STICK.
Draco wouldn't really mind if they were paying more attention to another man. In fact, most of the time, being followed around by a large queue of girls hoping to become another notch on his bedpost could be quite annoying.
And most were Slytherin girls, and Draco thought they were all disgusting. The only reason he ever actually slept with them were that they were pure-blooded.
However, there was a certain windswept looking redhead that he did mind about looking at the Dark Lord. (He called him 'Voldie' as his own secret nickname, but he would never dare to call him that.) A certain non-Slytherin girl. A certain GRYFFINDOR girl.
Draco had a secret. One that he had sworn never to tell. For the past few years – starting from his fifth year to be exact – he'd developed a little … kind of fancy on the gorgeous firey redhead by the name of Ginevra Molly Weasley. (How he even figured out that was her full name even surprised him.)
With her sly Slytherin-ish smirk, to her (completely enthralling) fiery spirit, and her sharp well-chosen remarks, Draco simply – even though he'd never admit it even to himself – adored her. All of these things about her, Draco was sure he'd never seen upon the faces of the girls in his house.
Her long crimson mane of soft curls went with her creamy chocolate-brown eyes perfectly. And those curves – oh! Those curves on her body, each in all the right places. Needless to say, Draco found every inch of her (that he'd been lucky enough to glimpse so far) entrancing and utterly sexy.
It was more than some small idle fancy, it was an infatuation. An obsession. He suddenly caught himself thinking and dreaming of the girl. Of her giggling at him, teasing him in more ways than one (winkwink), just really pleased to be with him. Satisfied with how he was, even if in real life, she loathed him.
So then why had he bound himself not to tell her, since he found her so sophisticated - especially now?
(A/N: Oh besides the fact you two hate each other, your family hates each other, it'd never work out, and she now belongs to the Dark L –
Draco: Shut up! Just get on with this stupid story of yours!
A/N: whispers He just wants to get to the part where he and 'Nevra – ahh! I've been hit! faints)
Oh! Maybe it was the fact that she hated him and thought the feelings were mutual, too. Also, their families despised each other, and hated each other with the intensity of all the planets, stars, wormholes, black holes, etc., etc.
Draco's blood was starting to boil rather furiously.
Or maybe,it was because that she'd been in the titanium-steel wall, silenced by a Silencing Charm, WHERE SHE AND THEIR 'GREAT LORD VOLDIE' (WHO WAS NOW YOUNGER THAN DRACO, AND EXACTLY G – THE WEASLETTE'S AGE) FOR WHAT SEEMED LIKE AN ETERNITY, WHICH WAS WAY TO LONG. BY THE WAY, DID I MENTION THE DOOR AND FLOOR SHOOK, LEADING RIGHT FROM THE STEEL DOOR … !?
There suddenly came a loud creaking sound and he looked up. Voldie and Ginevra had finally decided to come out and grace everyone with their great bloody presences.
Was it just he, or did their clothes seem a little too freshly put on, as if they just had. And was it just his bloody vision going blind, or did they look just a bit more flushed than before. And that walk! Draco knew that Gin – the Weaslette could be clumsy, but why did it look to Draco too much that she was struggling to walk. No one else noticed anything, because they were too lazy to care.
'Now that you have all been told of the new changes, and I've had my brief talk with the only exception of a Gryffindor as a Death Eater –' Hah! You mean brief screw! '- You all may leave.'
As everyone Dissapparated before his eyes, Draco chose to stay just for a second later.
As he snuck the briefest of glances at the two, he could've sworn he saw her wink very subtly at the 'Voldie King' (his new nickname for the younger Dark Lord) as her lips quirked up just in the slightest.
With a snap[ing sound] and a swallow of the throat, Draco dissapparated.
With a heavy heart, and his blood turned cold, he retired to his common room. Snaking into his four-poster bed, he pulled his emerald-green drapes shut. Lying down, he closed his eyes slowly, and pretended to sleep.
His chances with her; which already were slim to none, had just been killed to nothing.
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A/N: OMG, I am SO sorry I didn't update sooner, but I'm really busy, and I only have time to type chapters in my spare time, which isn't very long. I'll write longer chapters as much as I can; I cant promise you that, but I'll try! Thanks to all my wicked reviewers, you all Rock!
Will try to update more often,
-Death Immortalitis