Buried Memories

Chapter 2

By: Death of Roses

I do not own Harry Potter.

"AH! What have you done! You Freak!" The teacher that had walked in to witness that sight exclaimed, staring aghast at the petrified Mrs. Cramwell.

Tom looked at her, his eyes narrowing in a glare and the ends of his mouth curled up in a cold grin. A grin holding the first drop of insanity.

"Get out! I never want to see you or your freak-acts again!"

The rain fell from the sky, gentle as ever, but still there. Tom sat on the floor, leaning against the wall next to the window as he stared at the small drops of rain.

"I know Mother… I know… I should have protected her. She, the only one that believed in me. I should have done a better job of protecting her." He paused, a flicker of pain running across his eyes, but gone in a flash. "But how can I do that when the one I'm protecting her from is myself?" He whispered, a whisper that one could barely hear.

"Ginevra."

Ginny stomped into the room of the Chamber of Secrets, fury written all over her face as she approached Tom.

Tom raised his eyebrows, a bit offended at her intrusion.

"What now, Princess?"

Ginny went up and grabbed Tom by the shirt, making Tom narrow his eyes at her, but still amused by what would cause her to act so fearless all of the sudden. It wasn't everyday in Toms life that a girl would go up to him and grab him by the shirt without a wish of death.

"It was you, wasn't it! The one who did—did that awful act to Ms. Norris!"

Tom smirked.

"And so what? I've killed more." Tom took a step closer to Ginny, making Ginny instantly drop her hands and retreat a step. It was the look in Tom's eyes that scared her right then. The flicker of madness.

"I've killed more than you can dream, Ginevra, more than you can believe. And you know what?" Tom paused, his figure towering over Ginevra.

"I didn't feel guilt. Not once. In fact, what I got was immense pleasure. The pleasure of revenge."

It took all of Ginny's control to switch her look of fear into a look of anger. "Why would you!" Ginny whispered.

"Because I'm evil. I'm a demon, Child of the Demon, or the Demon himself. One that no one loves, and loves no one. Lives only for himself, and only for the sweet pleasure of killing."

Ginny slapped him.

That turned Tom's head to the side, a look of surprise on his face as one part of his cheek was stinged red.

Ginny's hand stung as she couldn't believe she had done that. But she had her reasons. "No! No one is uncapable of love!" She shouted. "You're not evil Tom! I've seen sides of you that you haven't shown anyone! I've seen the warm, caring, Tom, and I know clearly he's there!"

Tom's eyes darkened as he stayed silent, calming down his cold fury.

"I know that, because that's why I love you." Ginny whispered, it was similar to a breath of wind, but Tom still heared it none the less.

"Don't speak none-sense, Princess. Don't talk about what you don't know." Tom replied, but it was soft and directed more to himself than anyone else.

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Author Notes: Sorry I don't update often anymore. But as you can tell, the Italic parts are flashbacks of the past on Tom's memories.

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