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Crawling By Charm 'Room of Mirrors'
*** (As Ginny)
*** How fast could my world be turned upside down? How quickly could my life end in an unseemly way? As sudden as it takes to dream. Had I known what waited for me when I closed my eyes, I would have never dared to fall asleep again.
I sat at my television, watching an interestingly humorous Muggle show. Something called 'Monty Python'. As I watched, an owl swooped into my living room, carrying a note. I released the owl from his delivery and allowed him to have the last bit of my popcorn before he took off again. Then I proceeded to read the note; it was from my mum. 'Dear Ginny, I hope Mr. Grant hired you. Your father and I are so proud of you. Fred and George wish you well; they visited this afternoon. It seems they've made quite a profit from that little joke shop of theirs. Perhaps I was wrong in chastising them in the first place. Your father and I would love to see you. Can you meet us in the downtown square tomorrow around noon? We could all have a lovely lunch in one of the Muggle cafés. Hope to see you then. Love, Mum.'
I set down the letter on my coffee table. With a lighter heart, I turned off the telly and went upstairs. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth quickly, and went into my bedroom. If I hadn't been so preoccupied with happiness, I would have noticed how cold it was in my room. I pulled on my nightdress and slipped into bed.
I fell asleep almost immediately. My mind was full of thoughts about my family and my new job, which I would start later that week. Then suddenly my mind went completely empty. I rolled over on my side, just as dreams slipped into reality.
I found myself standing on something cold and smooth like glass. Wherever I was, it was pitch-black and freezing. I couldn't an inch in front of me. I wrapped my arms around me for warmth and discovered I was still in my nightdress.
"H-hello?" I said into the darkness. Suddenly, a light came; from where I didn't know. It was the dimmest, softest light I could think of, but at least I could see. There were mirrors everywhere, including the floor and the ceiling. This room, if you could call it that because I could see no door into it or out of it, was made completely out of mirrors. I saw my own confusing and even scared reflection in front of me.
"Virginia Weasley," said a high, cold voice from behind me.
I didn't need to turn around or see the reflection to recognize that voice. A voice that chilled me to the bone. His voice. "Tom Riddle," I whispered to the mirror as he stepped up behind me. "No."
"Yes, it is I," he said. But this wasn't the Tom Riddle who I had met at Hogwarts. He wasn't sixteen, he must have been at least twenty-four. But it was the Riddle Harry Potter knew as Voldemort either. "We meet again, Ginny."
No, I said in my mind. I shut my eyes tight. No, he's dead, he's dead. I bid myself to wake up from this dream. This couldn't be happening; it just can't be. Just wake up, Ginny. Wake up. Then I heard the telltale laugh and opened my eyes. Tom Riddle was watching me in the mirror. "Frightened, are you?"
I didn't answer; I wouldn't give him the pleasure of knowing that he frightened me beyond my life; that he was a shadow in my head I had tried my best to vanquish. But he didn't seem to be very amused with my fright anyway. Instead, he circled me like a hawk, staring at me, as if he were drinking me in. Then he moved behind me again. He moved his hands slowly down the length of my body, though not touching me. I stiffened nonetheless.
"Leave me alone," I whispered, unable to reach a pitch higher than that. But he didn't seem to hear me.
"You have grown much from the little girl I knew," he said, placing his hands on my hips. Despite the bitter coldness of the room, his hands were even colder. The shivers shot through my nightdress and onto my skin. I took quick hold of his wrists and flung his hands from me.
"Don't touch me," I had found my voice. But faster than I could scream, he turned me around until I was facing him and took a very strong hold of my shoulders. I could feel the shivers again, and his grasp hurt me quite a bit.
"What will you do, Virginia?" He hissed, his eyes gleaming. "Run away? There's no where for you to go. Hit me? There's very little you can do to hurt me, Virginia."
"Don't call me Virginia," I said, struggling against his grip, but he just grasped tighter; I whimpered softly in pain.
"I will call you what I wish!" He said angrily, shaking me while I winced. " And you will do what I say."
"You can't make me do anything, asshole!" I screamed, rage coursing through me. But Tom just smiled, his red eyes still gleaming.
"You will find, my dear Ginny, that I have a certain way with persuation," he whispered as he leaned very close to me.
"No-" I tried to move away, but he pulled me up to him. I meant to kick him, but too late. Our lips touched before I could do anything. His lips felt cold and icy on mine, but I couldn't help relaxing. Even my knees sank a little. He tilted his head as I opened my mouth and our tongues caressed each other. It was a kiss unlike any I have ever had. Though it was slow and subtle, I could feel the fierceness and passion behind it. And not the passion of love, no, it was more the passion of controlling desire. This kiss was one that made you weak and long for more, but for me it was the kiss of utter death. Suddenly, I wasn't quite in my body. It was as if I had become the mirrors, seeing myself in Riddle's arms, kissing him, though I couldn't do anything to stop it. But still, I could feel the pain in my shoulders and his pleasurable kiss. I let a soft, quiet moan escape my lips and into his mouth. As if this were a sign, he released the kiss and let go of my shoulders.
I felt differently. I felt as if nothing mattered anymore, but not quite. Perhaps this feeling was freedom? But it was a trick of Riddle's that I didn't know. He watched me for a moment, before moving behind me so that I had a clear view of the mirror in front of me. He placed his hands on my waist, though I felt no shivers this time. Instead of looking at me in the mirror, he turned his head to face me, though I watched him in the mirror.
"Do you love me, Ginny?" He said slowly and carefully. No, I screamed, watching myself think. NO! I CAN NEVER LOVE YOU! I begged with myself to say no. Say no! Please, oh, God, say no!
"Yes," I said, ignoring my own pleas. Inside, I had begun to sob uncontrollably. Tom Riddle kept his eyes focused on me, as if in deep thought, for a moment before speaking to me again.
"Virginia Weasley," he said, again slowly and carefully. "with a simple answer of yes, I will give you whatever you desire. I can make you rich, powerful and appealing if you answer yes. I will make you immortal, to live forever and ever by my side as my very own Virginia, Lady of Darkness. I will give you all of this in the blink of an eye, if, that is, you will bear me a child."
I looked up at him. In my blinded eyes, I thought his face looked kind and sincere. Inside, I knew that his face was cruel and evil. Please say no, Ginny. I pleaded with myself again, tears streaming down my cheeks. Just say no. Oh, God, say no, say no. Once again, I failed myself.
"Yes," I said, barely above a whisper. Tom smiled faintly and vanished from me. I turned around to find him, but he wasn't there. Where had he gone? Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there he was. In his hands, he held a strange tiara. It was the tiniest, daintiest one I had ever seen, and I was sure if anyone drop it, even two inches from the ground, it would shatter. The most peciular thing about it was that it was black. The diamonds on it were also black.
Tom moved behind me again and in the mirror, I saw him place the tiara on the crown of my head, where it made my vibrant red hair seem even brighter. He moved my hair onto one of my shoulder and kissed his way from my shoulder to my neck, whispering, "Whenever you wear the tiara, you will think of me."
Then he backed away from me.
"Go now, Virginia and wake up in the morning."
And I did wake up, but I kept my eyes shut for a moment longer.
"It was a dream," I said to myself aloud. "It was a dream and now I'm awake."
I opened my eyes and I saw my nightstand and the window with the sunlight pouring through it. I smiled, closed my eyes again and rolled over. It was a dream. I placed my hand on the pillow beside me and my fingertips touched something cold. I opened eyes and I saw it: the black diamond tiara.
"Nooooooo!" I screamed, tears falling down my cheeks freely. "NOOOOOOO!"
((Well, there you go. Send me your best reviews please, and like, now!!! ^^ Love y'all! ~Charm))
Crawling By Charm 'Room of Mirrors'
*** (As Ginny)
*** How fast could my world be turned upside down? How quickly could my life end in an unseemly way? As sudden as it takes to dream. Had I known what waited for me when I closed my eyes, I would have never dared to fall asleep again.
I sat at my television, watching an interestingly humorous Muggle show. Something called 'Monty Python'. As I watched, an owl swooped into my living room, carrying a note. I released the owl from his delivery and allowed him to have the last bit of my popcorn before he took off again. Then I proceeded to read the note; it was from my mum. 'Dear Ginny, I hope Mr. Grant hired you. Your father and I are so proud of you. Fred and George wish you well; they visited this afternoon. It seems they've made quite a profit from that little joke shop of theirs. Perhaps I was wrong in chastising them in the first place. Your father and I would love to see you. Can you meet us in the downtown square tomorrow around noon? We could all have a lovely lunch in one of the Muggle cafés. Hope to see you then. Love, Mum.'
I set down the letter on my coffee table. With a lighter heart, I turned off the telly and went upstairs. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth quickly, and went into my bedroom. If I hadn't been so preoccupied with happiness, I would have noticed how cold it was in my room. I pulled on my nightdress and slipped into bed.
I fell asleep almost immediately. My mind was full of thoughts about my family and my new job, which I would start later that week. Then suddenly my mind went completely empty. I rolled over on my side, just as dreams slipped into reality.
I found myself standing on something cold and smooth like glass. Wherever I was, it was pitch-black and freezing. I couldn't an inch in front of me. I wrapped my arms around me for warmth and discovered I was still in my nightdress.
"H-hello?" I said into the darkness. Suddenly, a light came; from where I didn't know. It was the dimmest, softest light I could think of, but at least I could see. There were mirrors everywhere, including the floor and the ceiling. This room, if you could call it that because I could see no door into it or out of it, was made completely out of mirrors. I saw my own confusing and even scared reflection in front of me.
"Virginia Weasley," said a high, cold voice from behind me.
I didn't need to turn around or see the reflection to recognize that voice. A voice that chilled me to the bone. His voice. "Tom Riddle," I whispered to the mirror as he stepped up behind me. "No."
"Yes, it is I," he said. But this wasn't the Tom Riddle who I had met at Hogwarts. He wasn't sixteen, he must have been at least twenty-four. But it was the Riddle Harry Potter knew as Voldemort either. "We meet again, Ginny."
No, I said in my mind. I shut my eyes tight. No, he's dead, he's dead. I bid myself to wake up from this dream. This couldn't be happening; it just can't be. Just wake up, Ginny. Wake up. Then I heard the telltale laugh and opened my eyes. Tom Riddle was watching me in the mirror. "Frightened, are you?"
I didn't answer; I wouldn't give him the pleasure of knowing that he frightened me beyond my life; that he was a shadow in my head I had tried my best to vanquish. But he didn't seem to be very amused with my fright anyway. Instead, he circled me like a hawk, staring at me, as if he were drinking me in. Then he moved behind me again. He moved his hands slowly down the length of my body, though not touching me. I stiffened nonetheless.
"Leave me alone," I whispered, unable to reach a pitch higher than that. But he didn't seem to hear me.
"You have grown much from the little girl I knew," he said, placing his hands on my hips. Despite the bitter coldness of the room, his hands were even colder. The shivers shot through my nightdress and onto my skin. I took quick hold of his wrists and flung his hands from me.
"Don't touch me," I had found my voice. But faster than I could scream, he turned me around until I was facing him and took a very strong hold of my shoulders. I could feel the shivers again, and his grasp hurt me quite a bit.
"What will you do, Virginia?" He hissed, his eyes gleaming. "Run away? There's no where for you to go. Hit me? There's very little you can do to hurt me, Virginia."
"Don't call me Virginia," I said, struggling against his grip, but he just grasped tighter; I whimpered softly in pain.
"I will call you what I wish!" He said angrily, shaking me while I winced. " And you will do what I say."
"You can't make me do anything, asshole!" I screamed, rage coursing through me. But Tom just smiled, his red eyes still gleaming.
"You will find, my dear Ginny, that I have a certain way with persuation," he whispered as he leaned very close to me.
"No-" I tried to move away, but he pulled me up to him. I meant to kick him, but too late. Our lips touched before I could do anything. His lips felt cold and icy on mine, but I couldn't help relaxing. Even my knees sank a little. He tilted his head as I opened my mouth and our tongues caressed each other. It was a kiss unlike any I have ever had. Though it was slow and subtle, I could feel the fierceness and passion behind it. And not the passion of love, no, it was more the passion of controlling desire. This kiss was one that made you weak and long for more, but for me it was the kiss of utter death. Suddenly, I wasn't quite in my body. It was as if I had become the mirrors, seeing myself in Riddle's arms, kissing him, though I couldn't do anything to stop it. But still, I could feel the pain in my shoulders and his pleasurable kiss. I let a soft, quiet moan escape my lips and into his mouth. As if this were a sign, he released the kiss and let go of my shoulders.
I felt differently. I felt as if nothing mattered anymore, but not quite. Perhaps this feeling was freedom? But it was a trick of Riddle's that I didn't know. He watched me for a moment, before moving behind me so that I had a clear view of the mirror in front of me. He placed his hands on my waist, though I felt no shivers this time. Instead of looking at me in the mirror, he turned his head to face me, though I watched him in the mirror.
"Do you love me, Ginny?" He said slowly and carefully. No, I screamed, watching myself think. NO! I CAN NEVER LOVE YOU! I begged with myself to say no. Say no! Please, oh, God, say no!
"Yes," I said, ignoring my own pleas. Inside, I had begun to sob uncontrollably. Tom Riddle kept his eyes focused on me, as if in deep thought, for a moment before speaking to me again.
"Virginia Weasley," he said, again slowly and carefully. "with a simple answer of yes, I will give you whatever you desire. I can make you rich, powerful and appealing if you answer yes. I will make you immortal, to live forever and ever by my side as my very own Virginia, Lady of Darkness. I will give you all of this in the blink of an eye, if, that is, you will bear me a child."
I looked up at him. In my blinded eyes, I thought his face looked kind and sincere. Inside, I knew that his face was cruel and evil. Please say no, Ginny. I pleaded with myself again, tears streaming down my cheeks. Just say no. Oh, God, say no, say no. Once again, I failed myself.
"Yes," I said, barely above a whisper. Tom smiled faintly and vanished from me. I turned around to find him, but he wasn't there. Where had he gone? Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there he was. In his hands, he held a strange tiara. It was the tiniest, daintiest one I had ever seen, and I was sure if anyone drop it, even two inches from the ground, it would shatter. The most peciular thing about it was that it was black. The diamonds on it were also black.
Tom moved behind me again and in the mirror, I saw him place the tiara on the crown of my head, where it made my vibrant red hair seem even brighter. He moved my hair onto one of my shoulder and kissed his way from my shoulder to my neck, whispering, "Whenever you wear the tiara, you will think of me."
Then he backed away from me.
"Go now, Virginia and wake up in the morning."
And I did wake up, but I kept my eyes shut for a moment longer.
"It was a dream," I said to myself aloud. "It was a dream and now I'm awake."
I opened my eyes and I saw my nightstand and the window with the sunlight pouring through it. I smiled, closed my eyes again and rolled over. It was a dream. I placed my hand on the pillow beside me and my fingertips touched something cold. I opened eyes and I saw it: the black diamond tiara.
"Nooooooo!" I screamed, tears falling down my cheeks freely. "NOOOOOOO!"
((Well, there you go. Send me your best reviews please, and like, now!!! ^^ Love y'all! ~Charm))
