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Tiamat: Mhahaha It's mine all mine MHAHAHAH
Ginny –sweatdrops-
Tom Riddle: Tiamat owns nothing
AN: Well this has been fun, I read the HBP not too long ago and with that being said…I knight this fic an 4-5th year AU for Ginny: you have been warned.
Full Summery:
"Second chances" we love them and we always call them second chances even if it's our third or fourth or 100th Chance. Magic is a strange thing, so strange that it kept the memory of Tom Riddle alive. Now that same magic is calling on Tom to return the favor to someone, someone he'd rather forget.
Angels are among us. Ginny finds this out in a very, very, shocking way and with that being said. Tom gets a "second chance" Ginny gets a gem of power, Voldemort gets an ally, and two brand new worlds come into play. Old friends and new join the new war as Tom tries to discover who he really is.
Angel of Secrets
Ode to the Chamber
"Double, Double, Toil and Trouble
Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble
Something Evil This Way Comes"-Macbeth
I am the first
A shadow at the end of the hallway
I spin the carousel
the laughter recedes away
my finger on your lips
I stole something precious
Drip, Drip, Drip
The only sound to be heard as it weaved its way though the thick, musty and old air of the chamber. Pipes wove in and out of every wall filling the hallway of stone with a sense of metal. The Hall ended in a door…
Doorway of Secrets
It was a work of art, to those who could see it, patterned in a perfect way, woven in fear, created with magic. It held the symbol of a predator, the snake. Carved in stone, each head set in perfect union to each other. Every one of them, created there for the reason of waiting, watching, for their heir to return, all there to protect what lain and still lies within and yet…
The Door was open
On past the door, a chamber lied within. The air inside was foul with mold and rot. Water dipped from the pipes on to the sculpture of the room.
Statues of Forever
The figures themselves were covered in moldy dust and filth and yet, they had the same care and beauty as the door made of stone to last forever. Each one staring ahead with a watchful gaze for their master, each one having a story to tell…a secret to whisper, to those with a willing or maybe a not so willing ear.
Oh, if the walls or maybe the statues could talk, there would be stories of old magic, of things unheard and unseen.
But silence is golden as they say and some things are better left untouched lost in eternity.
But everything has its secrets
Some are just darker then others.
I am the second
Alone in a faceless crowd
A human caught
In monochrome dreams
I scream to wake up
My voice drowns deep underground
Only the dead can hear me,
See me
As one sprit knew…his eyes traveled the length of the chamber, his home, his world, his prison. It was all very real, but he wasn't sure if he was real. He had tried to leave the darkness that covered him in this lonely chamber. To find himself in the school he had once called home. To make sure this was real and not some self created hell, but he couldn't. So he stayed there listening to the sounds of the chamber. At first the dip, dip of water had bothered him…
"The dip, dip, dips of blood"
Would always come back to his mind but in time he had found himself uncaring of it any longer.
He watched and waited, something in this dark place invoked a sense of magic that he only felt when he came here in his school years. He felt it forever now and he still couldn't place it. It was almost an angelic feeling, some lost magic that wrapped itself in the chamber. Maybe that's why he didn't just die right on the spot when potter brat had stabbed him, or rather his diary. Yes, he had lived…somehow and he still lived inside this musty chamber long past its date of use….
I am the third
A master
A sentinel of awakeness
I hold truth like a torch
Shadows flicker before me
Rapid eye follow the chain of thought
Until the silence ends
"Rain of Brass Petals (Three Voices Edit)-Silent Hill 3"
Revised and Redo
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