Heather's pov
A sharp sting bleed through my cheek; Hermione Jean Granger had just slapped me. "How the hell could you have betrayed the light side like that?" She hissed glaring daggers at me. "We were your perfect friends and you go and betray us all! How could you consort with your parents' murderer? Do we mean that little to you Potter?" She sneered full of fury.
"Look believe what you will, I can't be bothered anymore." I sighed bitterly, yes another one of my friends who despises me… To be honest I can't blame her at all; I might have easily have acted similarly to how she is acting right now.
"Not that fast Potter do you think we would let you get away that easy?" Quickly she stepped in front of me, glaring.
Arching an eyebrow I asked a short question. "Who is we?" I sneered back.
"Look I don't know what game you're playing but be certain I refuse to let you and the stupid boyfriend take over Hogwarts." He eyes narrowed. "How could you have betrayed us for him? The Heather I knew would never have protected or tolerated Slytherin!" She spat in complete and utter fury. Anger within me grew, as did the desire to take it out on Hermione. Then again despite this I understood why she thought like this. If you thought about it like that then it was my fault that this has happened…
"It is you who is prejudice Hermione, where is the girl who fought for the rights of house elves, the girl who fights for the rights of muggleborns?" I replied stonily.
"What?" She asked slightly shocked.
"Look as I said before; I can't be bothered with this." Trying to sidestep her when she was slightly shocked I continued to glare at her.
"Tell me or I'll go to the headmaster!" She hissed.
"Why should I?" I spat. "Just because he's the leader of the light does not mean that I shall be punished because according to the rules of this school he would be forced to take my side in this matter. Look just lay off me for once, just because I respect others and the fact that people aren't always how they are portrayed. Look at me; in the whole time you've known me Hermione have I ever seemed a little bit heroic to you? Look at me now; I'm trying to excuse what I've done…" I muttered. "Well guess what Hermione I'm proud of what I've done this year! It's so stupid, just because of someone's past! Guess what people change!" I spat in complete fury.
"Yes people do change; you've gone to the dark side!" She howled in rage.
"This is why people turn dark Hermione Granger; this is why they turn to a different crowd of people! All you are is a filthy hypocrite and no I'm not talking about blood. All everyone does in this world is see things at eye value, see what they see and assume that they are right!" I spat. "Ever heard the saying 'treat people as they wish to be treated'?" I asked my voice softening.
"Yes and it is true, that is why the Slytherins are pure evil!" She spat.
Sickly I laughed. "That is why you are a hypocrite, why you are so blind… I'd never thought I'd say this about you but you are so stupid right now. You have done nothing but treat Tom Riddle as a monster, yes you need to be cautious but guess what he is human! No you treat me like I am the same, like I am Wormtale!" I spat.
"Well you are!" To think I ever wanted to be friends with her…
Anger boiled through my veins. "No it is not I who have betrayed you Granger. There is no use in talking to you at all now! You have become twisted, warped. Did you know that our founder was the cousin of Slytherin? No you didn't. Did you know that Slytherin's family were burnt at the stake by muggles? No, no one ever does. I'm sick of this! So sick of the lies, the treachery, and the stupid prejudice of this world you have no idea what I would do to end it!" I breathed heavily so worked up from the anger.
"See you are twisted, the Dark lord offered you a way to stop it didn't him?" She sneered disgusted.
"This is why Hermione Granger the world is corrupted; you are nothing but blind! You are so wrong Hermione Granger, so wrong…" MY heart raced furiously, blood pounding in my ears. Never before had I felt the desire to dye so strongly. Though I knew no matter what I did there would be no release from it. All I wanted was a release to this frustration! SMASH! I whirled around; my eyes widened as I saw what damage my uncontrollable magic had created.
Every single window in the corridor had completely shattered.
Water dripped like blood from a broken vase.
Magic pulsed through the air.
"What did you do?" She hissed, her eyes widening in fear. "He's taught you dark magic hasn't he?" She whimpered.
"You don't know where to stop do you?" I glared fiercely, tears dripped down my face. Why me? Why was it me who had to be both magically and emotionally unstable? I hate it! "Do you know what the hell it is like to be called a stupid freak?" I asked softly.
"Yes how dare you remind me of those pitiful times?" She hissed.
"I've got news for you; you have no bloody idea!" I screamed in complete fury.
~Calm down Eva. ~ Tom hissed I whirled around.
~ What is happening to me? ~I hissed softly in parseltongue desperate to know why I was so emotionally unstable.
~ There is one answer but it isn't really possible Eva unless you've killed and done the horcrux ritual. How long have you been like this? You have seemed quick to jump to your own defines recently, quick reflexes yet it seems like maybe there is something else you aren't telling me? ~He hissed softly to me.
~I've always been like this, it's because of the Dursleys or at least that's what I've always assumed. My emotions have seemed haywire recently, everything even my magic… I've always been slightly…but it has gotten worse… ~ I hissed softly. ~ Did you have this problem after the ritual? ~ I hissed desperately.
~ Yes, the same with the magic bursting out in anger with me too. Look you need to control it Eva, especially you; you are so powerful. Don't let them win! Be yourself and be happy to be please! ~ Tom smiled softly.
~ Did you have anything before Tom? Please! ~I hissed softly, begging and pleading for the answer to my curse. ~I don't care if something bad happened but please tell me, I don't want anything to happen! I need to know or my emotions shall go completely haywire and panic! There is something you have not told me… ~ I was telling the truth; I could feel the disconnection in his emotions spinning around like a tumbeldryer.
~Yes it began before the horcrux but I never found out why. That was why I created a horcrux. ~ Tom hissed softly.
My eyes widened, was his automatically immortal like me? Maybe it wasn't the basilisk fang after all that wasn't the first time death had evaded me; I survived the killing curse as a baby hadn't I? Maybe it's just grown stronger over time, maybe that's why my emotions are absolutely crazy right now. Then again it could be because of that connection I share with his future self and now there is effectively 2 people who…. That might be it!
Then again though it probably isn't; Tom didn't have that problem, he shouldn't have had it if that was the answer. Why am I so desperate to go and find out? Oh yeah….there might be a cure to it if I knew. One thing I refuse to do is go and kill someone, admittedly I've killed before but I refuse to willingly take away life and it would also still insure I remain immortal unless I decide to go and destroy it… No I refuse to go around destroying my own soul; I might go completely insane and forget all about my goal.
~ Tom what happens when you are gravely injured the sort of thing that could lead to death? ~ I asked softly.
~ I've never been gravely injured like you, only mentally bullied and whipped. Why anyway Eva? Have you got an idea as to why it happened to us? Please it might help us find out and help you? ~ He hissed. I can't tell him about the fact I can't die! If I did then my life would be as good as over. No, he may be human but he grows up to become my Eerily; anything I tell him could be used as an advantage over me.
~ According to Draco Malfoy our magical cores are grey… ~ I murmured choosing to air another fact which wouldn't help nor hinder us seeing as we both can use dark and light magic just as easily as the other.
~ Grey but that's really rare! ~ He hissed softly.
~ Well it is true Tom. Well it's true if you trust Draco Malfoy… ~ I trailed off.
~ He can read auras? ~He asked blinking in shock. ~ He must be powerful…. ~
~Well he probably is but he's got a dark core Tom which means that lighter magic is harder and more of a strain. ~I hissed.
~ That is true… In Dumbledore's eyes if your core is grey you're a risk. ~ Tom shuddered.
~ What? Your grey, I'm grey it's not as if he tries to murder you or anything. I don't really see the problem here. Anyway how does he read them? Tom why hasn't he ever realised that I am grey or that you are…. What happened to the last grey person? ~ I hissed softly, wanting an answer desperately.
~ He only checks the darker families because they are the ones who tend to access to both sorts of magic. As for how he has the gift. Camilla Lestrange got carted off to Azkaban because he made it look like it was her who had opened the chamber of secrets. He planted evidence so it looked like her rather than mainly Hagrid, he made it look like she had manipulated him and he was naive and unaware of what was going on. ~ He sounded passionate.
~You cared strongly about her didn't you? ~ I sensed love in his voice for her.
~She was like Bella to me… She always stopped our house attacking me in the beginning for being a half-blood. Her name always carried some weight and she had been in the school for a year so the people there knew not to challenge her… ~He murmured.
"I'm so sorry." I murmured in English.
He smiled gently. "She reminded me of you a little bit only she was a pureblood and in Slytherin." He smiled. "I visited her in Azkaban in the holidays…" He murmured. "…she'd gone insane… All she would talk about was the Mistress of Death, whoever she was. She never elaborated much about her, only that she was cursed and damned. Camilla had gone insane, completely insane and it broke my heart to see her like that; she was like a sister to me." He murmured.
"It wasn't your fault…" I murmured.
"It was, if I had never have-"
"Tom was not your fault, you know to whom the blame truly lays and it is not you. Greif and pain destroy everything you hold dear to you heart, do not let it or revenge consume you then all is lost Tom Marvolo Riddle." Determination carried in my voice, surprisingly strong.
"It is though, it is my entire fault." He denied my words.
"No it is not, this is not your fault Tom. Cedric Diggory was murdered before my eyes, because I had persuaded him to come with me. He wanted me to have the glory of winning but I wanted it to have been him. In the end it was a truce, that we both take the cup. Tom it was all my fault that he perished that night, more so than it ever was your fault that she got sent there when she was innocent of the crimes that were charged against her…" I murmured. I'd never expected to ever see this; Tom Riddle reduced to this. Sorrow was cascading off him like water down a hill.
"Heather it wasn't your fault…" He muttered trying to make me feel better.
"Yes it was. I know it was but it doesn't mean you should let the pain consume you ether." I murmured. Seemed like with both Tom and I weren't all many assumed.
"You are already consumed by pain." He stated, so certainly I stepped back in complete and utter shock. How did he know? How did he know that I wanted something like that so badly? My sweaty forehead was clammy, I paled considerably. Please tell me he doesn't know what it specifically means! I couldn't bare it if he knew my insane wish. Not him, not ever… Then again how would he know? Can he read emotions like me too? No he said he can see souls which means…he can see my deep sorrow riddled through my soul since I was born, that dark hunger, desire for my demise. How foolish to have overlooked that.
"How do you know?" I stuttered.
"Your soul, it's laden with pain and sorrow…" He stated stepping closer to me.
"Please…" I pleaded, but I didn't even know what I was pleading for. Does Tom himself even know?
"Heather you don't have to be alone…" He whispered softly. "Why are you so filled of despair? It's always been there hasn't it?" He murmured.
"What?" I asked softly.
"It's rooted so deep within you the sorrow itself has become part of you Heather, so dark yet it itself controls what you do. Please unleash you happiness once more dearest Heather." My eyes were captured in his shimmering eyes; I couldn't deny them at all. One glance and I wanted to flee yet they had captured me alone and so deeply I couldn't let it go…
"Did you know when you first met me?" I asked softly, as softly as breathing.
"Yes…" He breathed. "It is part of the reason why I was so deeply drawn to you Heather."
"Why me?" I asked softly. "Surely there are others like me…"
"Not as strongly as I've ever felt from you Eva Rosa." I shivered as I felt his breath tingle against my skin. "You could never be normal Heather, I blanch at the idea; you've never been any less then special in my eyes. You are so angelic yet you have fallen so far into the abyss, remaining as pure as any who have a strong alliance with heaven."
"I'm no angel." I whispered.
"I know, you're so much more Eva." He smiled softly.
"No I am not Tom; I am so insignificant compared to everything around me. Please…" I begged.
"Please what? You keep pleading please yet you refuse to say what you need help with. You are so amazing Heather. I'm glad no one on this earth is as pure as you, you are so powerful, you and your sparkling emerald orbs." He smiled.
It was then I remembered that Hermione Granger was still in the hallway. Eternally I groaned. Instead I merely glanced her way, Tom's eyes widened as he saw what I saw. We both had forgotten about everything else around us, oblivious to everything but one and another. How could we have been so stupid? She was watching us in complete shock. Etched into her face was fear, fear of us but why? Admittedly we were together speaking rationally but what had caused this? Then I remembered: I had destroyed the windows when my anger had manifested in magic. How the hell could I have forgotten about that? Seems like I'm asking a hell of a lot of questions, not to anyone but myself so it's just a waste. Like I could answer these questions, well maybe some of the more strait forward ones…but I suppose the more questions you ask the less likely you're going to find the answers to all of them at all.
"You're actually flirting?" She asked faintly, almost identically we turned to each other shocked.
"What?" We said jumping in shock. We had said it at the same time.
"You're sick!" She spat.
"No we're not." I sneered. "It is you who is sick Granger, look at yourself! You're nothing but a foolish hypocrite who doesn't care about the world around her. You're a mindless, selfish, cold minded bitch who is nothing but a puppet! You think you're so intelligent, so special but you are nothing but a fool. You are nothing but blind, believing yourself to be leading the sorts of revolution that many admire. You think your leading something like the Suffragettes did for women's rights well your wrong." I spat, punching out every word.
Her eyes widened wanting to punch me so badly but not even daring to touch me. Once again I felt the magic spill from me, but this time Tom was on my side. He was standing next to me, his power too was radiating but to my shock not in anger but in comfort however Hermione didn't know this did she? No she was terrified.
"I'll tell you where you stand on history's front shall I? Your one of those prejudice people who fight against change." I hissed.
"So you're on the side of Voldermort then?" She growled.
"No, why would I side with a person who wants me dead Granger? No I plan to open their eyes, open the eyes which your stupid prejudices have created. Treat people like monsters and that is what you'll become, you become monsters. Then they in turn hate everything about you, including your beliefs so naturally believe the opposite. That is why people turn dark as you say. I warn you Granger you shall regret the day you ever did this." I spat.
"You are wrong; everyone in that house turns dark!" She yelled.
"You're wrong." I said my voice dropping.
"What?" She asked confused.
"You heard me." I replied coolly.
"No I am not!" She screamed.
"Stop being an arrogant git! Yes you are wrong, just because you read does not mean you know everything. It's disgusting. Who do you think you are? I swear that you shall pay for this, I was your friend! Well guess what Granger? I'm no fool!" I sneered. "I'm no idiot. I refuse to act like some stupid saviour. Guess what? I'm human like you, flesh and blood and now I'm going to start something that shall bring your taunting, bulling and stupid prejudices which are splitting this world apart to an end. I shall bring your happy little world to a standstill; this is the day that you shall remember till eternity ends for it marks the day that you have made your greatest enemy. You cannot fight two wars at once, and you shall. To win Granger you need to fight justice and fight a war against Voldermort." I hissed.
"You're not going to fight Voldermort?" She gaped.
"Your right I am not going to fight Voldermort, but I'm not going to join him ether. " I smirked.
"Your insane! You're going to abandon us?" She yelled.
"No, it was you who abandoned me." I murmured softly before turning away.
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