Blinded By The Past, Ignored In The Future
Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT: Realizing Similarities And The Cold Shoulder
Response To Reviews:
Nemesis: Why on earth does your name thingy sound familiar? It really rings a bell but whatever…I think I'll reply to your review now. Thanks for the complement (though it's not to true…)! Emily Dufleng: That's good to hear! And about Draco…*snorts* he's a damned servant (lol)! But not really…though it would be funny, huh?
Starrylibra: I like Simple Plan a lot next to Good Charlotte! Yes, this fic will eventually be TR/HG but mostly because everyone wants it to happen. And I support Slytherin but like you (I should never even say this again) would be placed in Ravenclaw (argh!).
inu lover: I'm not too sure of which song you're talking about…(which for me to say is pretty weird since I hate to admit I'm lost). Hey dad is by whom? Or did you mean "Perfect" by Simple Plan? The again there is a song called "Hey Dad" by good Charlotte…
Liz: I love all those bands/songs(especially Linkin Park)! But I'm not too sure if any of you reviewers want to read more music…oh well.
Miss Mina Murray: I love Good Charlotte (Hold On), Simple Plan ("Perfect" and "I'm Just A Kid"), and Linkin Park ("Numb"). All their other songs rock too! I hope you like the music (if I put anymore in the story which I think I will) in the future chapters.
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Previous Chapter: "Coming right up," Draco said as he turned back to way he had come. Tom brushed himself off and returned to his room to wait, praying that Draco would hurry.
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Tom sat on his bed and glared at now one in particular. He still hadn't forgotten how Remus had ignored him when he had called his name repetitively through the closed bedroom door. It shamed him to think that he had thought Remus was different from the others. Just to think that he had thought that Remus had actually cared about what he thought, what he felt, or what he wanted to do was a joke.
Being alone was the only thing that he was ever going to ever be good at no matter what that fool Dumbledore thought or said. Convincing Draco to leave a half an hour ago was hard however. He kept telling the Malfoy that he was fine and just wanted to rest, which was partly true considering that he was tired but he didn't plan on sleeping, but Draco wouldn't leave until he was sure that Tom wasn't going to try anything. He was as clever and tricky as his father was.
He sighed and tried to remember what felt like yesterday…his last times with Ruby and Lucius, which were during the end of his fifth year and the summer before his sixth. But when he tried to imagine Ruby's smiling face all he could see was Hermione. T
Tom jumped up, breathing heavily. Why hadn't he thought of it? Draco was like Lucius and Hermione resembled Ruby. It was so simple yet he had been blinded to it for so long. Could Hermione possibly fill the hole in his heart in which he saved for Ruby, the only person besides Lucius who would ever ask what was wrong when he was down or if he was OK when he was miserable?
He shook his head. There was no way it could work. She knew him as Lord Voldemort and so did her Gryffindor friends, Potter and Weasley. An idea struck him and he grinned. What if he got Weasley and Potter to think that he was a nice guy? Would they maybe lay off log enough for him to get to know more about Hermione? Possibly he could learn information about them that would prove to be useful later.
The sound of the door creaking open reached Tom's ears and he turned around. Scared eyes met cold and the girl he believed to be called Ginny stumbled backwards. Her short red hair fell into her face and he raised an eyebrow at her inelegance.
"Is there something you wanted?" Tom sneered at her.
She slowly got to her feet and brushed herself off before answering, "I was told by the Headmaster to come and ask if you wanted to play a game with me, Harry, Hermione, and my brothers but if you want to be a jerk about it you can forget I even asked."
"And tell me why I would want to play a game with one of you?" Tom asked.
"Well if you don't want to you could have just said so!" Ginny snapped before making to turn around.
"I never reached that decision!" Tom said, raising his voice slightly but she had already slammed the door shut. "Stupid, ignorant Gryffindors!" He folded his arms over his chest and scowled at the door, falling flat on his back upon the bed. Truth be told he was a bit hungry even after the snack that Draco had brought him. "Ok, Ok. I'll go out there get a snack and a drink then maybe I'll humor myself with those morons," Tom decided out loud.
And so he did as he decided. He left his room and found his way to the room in which the Order sat, talking freely as Potter, the four Weasley children, and Hermione sat at a wooden table in the corner of the room. Tom looked around for Draco and sure enough found him in an old looking comfortable chair that was far away from the Gryffindor squad, a smirk across his face as he dozed off slightly. Tom wasn't too sure why he did it (well that seemed to be happening a lot lately) but he passed the starring eyes of the Order including Dumbledore and Remus's and as he walked toward the teens whom were whispering to themselves.
The hatful looks that he was receiving from them were enough to shut even the Headmaster up, but Tom took as little note of that as possible. As he made to sit down Potter, the Weasleys and even Hermione (she gave him an apologetic look) glared at him, stood up, and left the table as if they were afraid being around him would give them the Dragon Pox. He watched them go out of the corner of his eye and he could have sworn that Ginny and Hermione looked back at least once as she followed Potter.
Tom ignored the sympathetic looks that a few people from the Order gave him and he put his head down on the table. A single tear fell from his eye because he knew that he probably deserved everything that they could possibly do to him.
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"Mr. Riddle?"
Tom groaned at feeling someone shake his shoulder lightly and went to hit his or her hand away when, out of nowhere, he lost his balance and fell from where he had been asleep on the wooden chair to the floor.
"Life shouldn't be this difficult," Tom muttered darkly before looking up to see who had disturbed him. "Hello, Professor from hell."
McGonagall glared down at him before saying, "The Headmaster wishes so speak with you."
"Well isn't he in this damn room?" Tom asked as he looked around and found that it was empty. He sighed. "Where is he?"
"In your room. Now go," said McGonagall. Tom rolled his eyes and got to his feet, sneering at the old woman before leaving the room. He found the Headmaster and Remus sitting on his bed.
"You rang?" Tom asked in a mock sweet voice. Remus's brows furrowed however Dumbledore ignored his comment.
When the Headmaster said nothing Remus spoke, "Tom, we've talked to Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred George, and Ginny and they're sorry for what they did."
"Sorry for what?" Tom snapped as if he had no idea what Remus was going on about.
"Tom," Dumbledore tried.
"Leave me alone," muttered Tom, he made to turn around but found that the door had slammed shut. "What the hell?" Again Remus's brows furrowed at Tom's unacceptable behavior. "I meant hello," Tom said quickly and he smiled innocently.
"Tomorrow's Christmas," Dumbledore said. Tom raised an eyebrow and looked around to make sure this wasn't some kind of trap.
Dumbledore didn't continue so Tom decided to get his say in. "Wow." The Headmaster stood up and Tom moved out of his way as he opened the door and left the room leaving him and Remus alone.
"That was unbelievable!" Remus scolded. "What on earth has gotten into you lately?"
"Nothing!" snapped Tom. "That's how I behave! That's me!"
"I'll see you in the morning and you should feel lucky that I'm locking the door and not strapping you to the bed," Remus said as he stormed out of the room, slamming the door.
"Fine!" Tom shouted. "Be an ass! I don't care and you obviously don't!" He calmed down enough to stare at his CD player and everything scattered about the room whether it be a painting on the wall or a small decorative object. In one swift movement he grabbed the nearest thing (his CD player) and threw it against the door. It practically shattered upon impact and he watched in satisfaction as it hit the ground completely destroyed.
He then picked up one of the CD cases and whipped it at the expensive old painting. Tom didn't stop there; he threw the covers off of his bed and pushed the mattress to the ground. By the time there was nothing left to destroy he felt his rage leave him and he sank to his knees, like always, not sure what he should do next.
To his surprise he heard a sound. Not sure of what it was he searched through all of the broken stuff and found his portable CD player. It was playing a song with the volume all the way up. But that was impossible, wasn't it? It was broken.
"It's been a long hard road without you by my side
Why weren't you there all the nights that we cried?
You broke my mother's heart, you broke your children for life
It's not OK but we're alright
I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes
But those were just a long lost memory of mine
Now I'm writing just to let you know that I'm still alive
And sometimes I forgive, yeah and this time I'll admit
That I miss you, I miss you...hey Dad"
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A/N: sorry for any mistakes or if it was too short but I really wanted to post this chapter. The song was the end of Good Charlotte's Emotionless.
~Moony~
