'Dear Mia,
How is your summer?
If you would ask mine, I would rather be pleased if you didn't ask at all.
But I really need your expertise as a friend.
Why you ask?
I don't know whether this past few days was a dream.
I'm conflicted whether I wished it to be true or just a simple nightmare.
Oh Hermione, how I hope I could tell you the details in this letter but I'm absolutely sure you would think me mental and send me to the funny farm.
It has been eye opening for me.
However, it didn't just do that.
I have felt something I have never felt before.
I'm confused.
This man, made me feel important, that I actually matter.
Made me feel free in choosing my destiny, my future.
Yet he made me feel unfocused, scared, conscious, confused and anger.
Anger, not at him. . . Well, slightly at him. Anger at myself, for being naïve, for being a fool.
Hermione, save this poor naïve friend of yours from falling into the darkness.
With much love,
Haya.'
I folded the letter and sealed it on an envelope, I passed it to Hedwig who was sitting beside my desk waiting me to finish.
"I trust you to wait for Hermione's response okay?" I said to my owl and longtime friend.
The owl's head bobbed in response. Taking the letter off my hands and flew out the window. I watched as she was out of sight.
I stood up from my desk and jumped into the bed as I lay openly on the bed I touched my cheek and blushed as I thought back how his calloused hands softly rub off dirt on my face.
That man is infuriating, making my legs feel like jelly.
I closed my eyes thinking back what happened that day.
"I'm saying that I would rather make you feel like a queen as you should be if you were to be by my side." He said.
My face flushed in embarrassment. "W-what a-are you s-saying?"
"Are my words not clear?" Tom said smirking. "Do you want me to say it again?"
"N-no!" I denied immediately. "You shouldn't say things like that! We're supposed to be enemies!"
"Do you really wish to kill me?" He asked. "Did you really want to be part of this war I started?"
"It's your fault that I'm even part of it!" I exclaimed.
He nodded in agreement. "It's a mistake on my part for acting on an incomplete prophecy. However, if you ask me. . . I would not have pursued you if you have not reappeared on the wizarding world."
"And you want me to believe that?!" I exclaimed.
"No, I'm just saying what I would have done."
"Why? So you could kill all muggleborns and muggles then conquer the world?" I growled angrily slapping his hand away from my face.
He glared at me. "I did not wish to kill the muggleborns."
"Wow, how very convincing." I snorted.
"It's the truth. It was not my goal as Tom Riddle."
"Stop lying!"
"I'm not!" He declared.
He closed his eyes, sighed then pinched the bridge of his nose. "Listen, Hyacinth."
"I am listening, but you keep telling lies." I alluded.
"Let me explain first before drawing out conclusions." He started. "What I said is true."
"Let's assume you did." I said crossing my arms on my chest.
He groaned in annoyance. "I'm telling you now that I'm not making excuses however during the first making of my horcrux. . ."
"Okay." I drawled out rolling my eyes at him.
He glared. "Stop interrupting me."
"Hmp."
"As I was saying my first horcrux took half of my soul which is the biggest part of my sanity."
"Are you telling me that because you made a horcrux you became a psychopathic dark lord from psychopathic teenager?"
"I told you to stop interrupting me brat!" He gritted out angrily.
"Fine."
"My real goals are slightly different when I had my whole soul but it became twisted as I created more horcrux." He explained. "Hyacinth, please believe me when I say this, I do not wish your friends harm now that I have the biggest part of my soul, I'm continuing my original goals."
He looked me in the eyes as if begging me to believe him.
"I, I'm going to think about it." I stuttered out a part of me wanting to believe him another part making me wary of his words.
He slightly smiled. A genuine smile, I didn't know how I knew it was genuine but I felt it was.
He placed his hands upon my cheeks and rub it softly. "That's enough for me."
We just looked at each other for a minute before he spoke again.
"Hyacinth."
"Y-yeah?"
"Did Dumbledore ever tell you why you should live with your relatives when there are plenty of wizarding families willing to take you in. Families who would have treated you like you should have been treated to begin with?"
I nodded. "He said something about wards that my mother's sacrifice created. Hmm. . . What was that he said about blood wards?"
"Wards that if you consider this place home will keep you protected from me."
I looked at him with furrowed eyes. "But I haven't considered this place home the moment I attended Hogwarts!"
"Exactly." Tom agreed.
"It means that I was never safe here to begin with."
"I would have found out a different way and killed you if I had not met you yesterday."
"He's been lying to me!" I growled out.
Tom removed his hands from my cheek and place it on my shoulder. "Is Sirius Black still on the run?"
"Yes, don't ask me where he is because even if I knew I would not tell you."
"I'm not going to ask you where he is, I'm not interested on harming him as he is important to you." He said exasperated. "Does Dumbledore know he's innocent?"
"Yes, why?"
"I'm sure you are aware that He is the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot."
"Yeah, what does it have to do with Sirius?"
"My beloved Hyacinth, it has everything to do with your Godfather. Albus Dumbledore has power to ask trial for Sirius Black especially the said Black is the head of an Ancient and Noble house."
Ignoring the endearment in my anger. "What?! You mean to tell me; he could have freed Sirius from that hellhole a long time ago?"
"Yes."
"Is there anything else he lied about?"
"I do not know I must know all he has done to you before I could confirm he did kept truths from you."
"Ask me now I need to know everything."
He shook his head. "I think you should rest for the day. I'll return tomorrow and we'll speak somewhere more privately and comfortable."
My early suspicions of him returned. He noticed it and said. "I swear that I will not harm Hyacinth Potter in anyway. So mote it be."
A swirl of magic passed through my body as he spoke those words.
"Why did you do that?!"
"Didn't I said earlier that I would make you an oath? If this is a way you would make you trust me I will not regret, it."
"I, I'm. . . Thank you." I said smiling at him.
He looked startled but immediately took his composure. "Anyway, I believe it's your birthday next week."
"Yes." I replied. "How did you know?"
He smirked. "That's not important for now. I want you to clear your schedule for that day I'm taking you somewhere."
"Eh?!"
He then turned around starting to walk away then stops abruptly. "Do you want a rat on your birthday?"
"A rat?" I questioned then realize what he meant. "Yes, please deliver it accordingly."
He turned back to look at me. "Very well, I'll see you tomorrow my beloved."
Then he walked away and apparated away. And I felt my cheeks turned red when my mind began to process his farewell.
A hoot returned my thoughts back to reality. Hedwig came back with a letter from Hermione.
I stood up and Hedwig flew towards my arm. She offered the letter and I too it then grabbed a treat in my pocket and giving it to her then she flew back to her cage.
I opened the letter Hermione wrote and read her answer.
'Dear Haya,
My summer is going very well thank you for asking.
I would ask how's your summer going but I assumed it was the same.
But your letter says a different story.
You make no sense when you ask me whether your summer is true or just a nightmare in my opinion.
About the topic on the man who makes you feel important and confused at the same time.
Do I know this man? I'm curious.
I agree you are rather naïve but I believe that you are no fool.
Does the man whom you spoke about in your letter make your heart flutter?
Do you think of him always?
Do you feel butterflies in your stomach when you see him?
Do you feel your cheek burn when he speaks your name?
Does he make your knees feel weak when he touches you?
If so. . . I think you're falling in love with this man.
If you need more advice from me about this man just ask me and if you don't mind, please mention his name on the post script.
Love,
Mia.
P. S.
What do you mean falling into the darkness? You don't mean joining You-Know-Who do you?'
Frozen in shock I threw Hermione's letter at the bed as if it will explode.
THERE IS NO WAY I'M FALLING IN LOVE WITH THAT MAN! I thought.
As you can see I change the title and it is also a temporary title. . . I can't think of a title that would fit this story so I'm asking for help to give this story a title. Please comment your idea below. Thanks!
Cheers,
Arrynne