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 6:
It's storming outside, the deafening thunder
Is a contrast to the quiet roaring inside of me,
I look into a mirror
And the mirror shatters.
The pieces fly into my eyes and I shut them
I shall behold myself for all eternity.
For my reflection is not tainted by yours, and your eyes
Do not behold what I appear, only as I am.
I do not know what you are.
But I shall find you out.
That is my purpose that you shall not steal from me.
By Harry Potter-
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It was dark. Poison would have burned through Tom's veins, if he had possessed any. Instead, the fierce agony of it tore through his very existence, and he could not halt that. He would not have wanted to- he had spent so much of himself into ensuring that he would continue to be, throughout the ages that passed so slowly. The thought of revenge, the thought of success and of glory, mingled with Harry's grief- that kept Tom going.
Tom would not have wanted to forget Harry...the Boy's whose fault it was that he was like this. A deplorable thing, only energy, and that Tom did not have much of. Negative energy.
Tom would think of The-Boy-Who-Lived and his psyche would be thrown into the depths of pain. Oh, the thought of Harry was torture. Tom's mind lingered only on the boy, Harry's words, his face, the soul that Tom had fed upon, preying on Harry as though a vampire.
He had controlled over Harry, yes, the boy had been his pet, his toy, plaything, his little doll. Tom had never meant for Harry to control him.
Tom doubted if he knew it. How could Harry know it? It would have been terrible if he had realised what power he had.
Harry had never wanted power. Maybe that's what drew Tom towards him in the first place.
And Tom was afraid of Harry finding him out.
I am Lord Voldemort. I am Lord Flight-of-death. Do not defy me, Harry Potter.
No; he could not let Harry know him. Or his plans. And what Harry meant to them.
Tom had wanted to dispose of 'the chosen one', but he couldn't. He had half Harry's soul inside of him. Half Tom's soul in Harry. And the foolish Potter boy had believed him when he said that he was dying. He grew stronger while Harry grew weaker? Laughable!
Harry was not weak. He was weak at the time, but Harry would have become strong again. He would have been Tom's.
His Prince? His servant? His follower?
No.
His.
And he was Harry's.
Or he would have been.
He cursed in his mind, the venom ripping through him, the venom of his only friend he had ever had, who was dead, dead, all because of a silly little boy. He cursed that boy and tough it brought him much torment, it eased the tempest of hurt somewhere else, somewhere he didn't know he had.
He wanted to weep. Never cried before but he wanted to now.
Tears would have leaked from his eyes, if he had possessed any.
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Sleep...she was sleeping again. It was so cold out. She hugged herself and looked to the sky...
She shivered again- not from the familiar chill playing along her spine, but because of the sky. It was black. Autumn leaves drifted past him.
She walked, kept walking. She didn't have a clue where she was going, but then, did she ever? Wishing she had a jacket, she continued.
There he was. The one she was looking for. Although she really didn't know why she was looking for him, he wasn't someone she usually looked for.
But she walked up and stood beside him, anyway.
He spun around sharply and stared at her.
His eyes narrowed in recognition. "You!."
She nodded her head numbly. He walked up to her and caught her chin is his hand haughtily.
"What are doing here?" he asked harshly.
She didn't answer. His face contorted in hate.
"Answer me!"
"I just came by, Riddle," she replied. He let go of her and slapped her across the face.
"You will not call me that. Do you understand?" he asked her. His voice was quiet, controlled and furious.
"Yes."
"Yes, my Lord!"
"Yes, my lord."
He calmed, satisfied, watching her with cat's eyes, lazy, observant, calculating. Waiting to pounce. "You came for a reason."
"Yes," she said. "Why?"
"That's none of your business."
"It is." She said firmly.
"None of your concern whatsoever."
"I just wanted to know-"
He cut her off, slapping her again, so hard she fell to the ground.
"Well, I'm not telling you," he spat with contempt. "Do you know what happened to me after Dumbledore, that old bastard, stabbed that diary? Do you know what I feel?"
"N-no," she whispered, her lips dry and her lower lip a bit bloody.
"This," he shouted, and he brought her towards him in a kiss.
The pain was instant and it never ceased; she writhed and squirmed against him, but he did not stop. She wondered why it had to be a kiss. The irony, bitter, bitter irony of it.
She felt as though her head would come spinning off her shoulders when he violently pushed her away.
It stopped and she felt relief. She had never experienced such pain- it was worse than the Cruciatus curse. She had felt that at the Dept. of Mysteries the previous year.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "Is it- constant?"
He did not answer.
"Oh, Tom," she began, almost crying.
He turned on her quickly. "I told you not to call me that!" he yelled, and she stumbled backwards.
"You will not call me that! Get it now, girl?" he yelled. His voice was not so calm now.
"Yes." She choked.
"Yes, my Lord!" he demanded.
"Yes, my lord." Her voice was so timid. She could barely breathe.
She turned to go, then called back, "To-my lord?"
"What?" he snapped.
"Why?" she pleaded. He turned and held up his wand.
"I told you I wasn't going to tell you," he said intensely.
Her eyes widened in fear and she began to back away from him, shaking her head silently.
A twisted grin besmirched his once handsome, now haunted features.
"Crucio."
And although it wasn't as bad as what she had just felt, it was horrible, and she screamed and screamed as her muscles felt s though burning and she wanted, needed it to stop; she would die, gladly-
And it stopped but she did not stop begging, why why, why, why...
Right before the boy in her the room woke her up, Tom hissed menacingly into her ear:
"Don't ask thoughtless questions, Mudblood!."
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Harry shook Hermione awake quickly. Hermione was screaming and crying and...Her lower lip was bleeding.
"What's wrong?" he asked her. She couldn't believe no one else had heard her.
"N-nothing," Hermione mumbled.
Harry's face turned to indifference. "Liar," he whispered. "You said Tom's name."
Hermione looked up at Harry, still shaking uncontrollably. "O-oh,' she managed. "Did I?"
"Yes." Harry crossed his arms. "What would you be dreaming of him for? He isn't yours!."
"No, you're right Harry." Hermione said softly, lying down again to sleep. "He's not."
And thank god, she thought before falling asleep.
Harry stood beside Hermione's bedside, staring at the sleeping girl, ugly thoughts coursing through him.
I could kill her, Harry thought contemptuously. It would be so easy. One slit with the razor, right across her throat...she'd never stand a chance.
Harry suddenly froze. He had been walking towards Hermione's things, her razors! What was he doing?
He could've killed her. Harry almost did.
"Oh, gods," Harry breathed, clutching his head and sliding to the floor. Why? Why would he think like that?
But Tom would never wanted Hermione, he soothed himself. Tom tried to kill Hermione, with the basilisk.
He crawled into his bed and fell asleep very quickly.
"Oh, gods," Harry murmured. He had never been there before, but he already hated the place. Black-blue sky. Cold.
"Oh, gods," he repeated, sliding to the ground and shutting his eyes against it. Black. Cold. Like Tom's diary. Like Tom's soul.
Harry could've cleansed it, he knew, he could've cleansed it.
Why didn't he?
Harry started running.
Harry knew where he was...and he knew who he would find there.
"Tom," Harry said at last.
Tom turned around, his eyes full of misery.
"Leave."
"She didn't come here, did she?"
He cleared his throat. "She interrogated me. On your behalf."
"I'm sorry about that."
He shook his head. "No reason to be."
Harry walked over to him but Tom stepped away.
"You'll never come here again." Tom said sternly, and Harry shook his head.
"How will I find you again, Tom?" Harry called.
Tom turned around calmly and hit the boy in the face. Startled, Harry fell.
"That's what you did to the mudblood," Harry cried.
Then he realised what he had said.
Tom was looking at him with an unreadable expression, then his face knotted itself into an appearance of horrible sadism.
"Then you of course realise that I see you as the same, blood traitor," and Tom walked away.
Harry crumpled and fell crying to the ground. When he looked up he saw that the landscape had dissolved. Tom would never let him back there, where they could speak as equals.
Now they would meet in Harry's nightmares.
In Harry's sleep, he was once again to fall victim to Tom. He was at Tom's mercy entirely.
And mercy he had not.
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Your image
Is burned into the back of my eyelids
I can't even begin to exorcise it
I'm weak otherwise I'd try to hide it
Your words
Are ringing mockingly through my ears
Vampiric, how you prey on my fears
And still I can see you trough my tears
With me, you're an
Obsession
Treat me like a
Possession
Reprieve, it's a
Confession
I just can't help myself
Ooh, I keep obsessing
And still you keep me guessing
I'm on my knees confessing
Cos I just can't help myself
I'm a marionette;
You keep me in control by the threads
Your voice is echoing through my head
I'm dwelling on the things that you said
I'm like a doll
Keep my on a shelf so I don't fall
I'm still lying at your feet after it all
You see, you're an
Obsession
It's demonic
Possession
Oh please, it's a
Confession
I just can't help myself
And you're the sweetest sin
I feel I'm giving in
I'll be your puppet queen
The best you've ever seen
And all I see is you
What you say must be true
I've never loved before
I only want you more
You're an
Obsession
You're an
Obsession
I just can't help myself.
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