Title: Love you, Love you not.
Summary: "Let me show u something beautiful." He whispers. Slash HP/TRLV
Warnings: SLASH (male/male) pairings if ya don't know what that means, swearing, violence in, Evil! Slytherin! Harry! Self harm, a lot of agast!
Pairings: HP/TRLV
Disclaimer: What are u looking at me for? I don't own it!
A/N: Ok, this maybe a little confusing… in Hp book number 2 instead of Ginny getting tom riddles dairy Harry gets it, and then Dumbledore saves Harry and destroys the dairy. Umm yea so please tell me what you think!
Chapter three:
"Harry!" Hermione cried, waking him up.
"What?"
"You were dreaming again. Clutching at your pillow. Are you sure you're alright?"
"What did I say?"
"You only said a single word," Hermione said, looking away.
"What did I say, Hermione?" Harry bit his lip. A trickle of blood fell down it.
"Tom." She replied.
Sometimes when I sleep, I see him. He doesn't know I can, I think, otherwise he wouldn't let me see him.
Because he cries. He buries his head in his arms and tears trickle silently down his cheeks. I told Hermione. She understands more than I'll ever know. She tells me they're just dreams.
They aren't just dreams. The diary was destroyed. But he was a memory.
Imprisoned in a diary. Until Harry Potter let him out. I was a fool to do that. It wasn't wise.
But now his memory is not in the diary. Now it is in me. I remember you, Tom.
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All of the dolls that were my mothers are broken. My Mother's dolls. I was given them, last year and then Vernon got to them.
Things break when they are alone. Tom is breaking. My love.
I took them out and played with them before my uncle destroyed them. I made them clothes. I even brought them to school. I play with my dolls. I never used to, not until my second year, when I met Tom. He taught me to play with dolls, and I did.
Especially marionettes. I put on puppet shows for Tom. He used to laugh coldly and say, "You're my marionette, Har. See how you dance for me?"
I danced. I danced until my feet hurt.
I had a dream like that. I was on Hermione's muggle music box instead of that little ballerina. Tom wound up the music box and I danced. Then Dumbledore came in and made him vanish. But then everyone left and I was alone in the dark. Tom had wound me up and wound me up and I was still dancing for him, even if he could not see it. I danced until I danced myself away.
You see, Tom wound me up and I danced for him, like a marionette doll. Then Dumbledore ruined the diary. But I'm still dancing. And no one hears the music.
No matter. Tom will come back and watch me dance again. He's never let me down before.
He tells me in my sleep. "Harry, it was all a mistake. I wouldn't have let you die. You would be like that for a while, but do you really think that I didn't have the power to bring you back?"
He's the most powerful Dark wizard in the world. He could if he wanted to.
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I am not awake...I never truly am.
End of chappie 3
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