Heather's pov
"I can't believe you've just created yet another war!" Tom exclaims.
I bite my lip. "Neither can I…" I murmured, how had I just started another war? Admittedly my reasons were worth it but there was no way I could go and start another one for a few reasons: one we don' t have political support wrecking a political war, no one on my side and finally no one would follow a teenager no matter how powerful. "How could I even start a war? All I am is a teenager, one single teenager who is pretty much alone."
"Dumbledore always claimed that I was gathering a field of followers that at least has some truth; I had a lot of supporters. I had a lot of connections but unfortunately you don't but it doesn't mean you can't gain some Eva." He sounded like the ultimate politician despite only being one year older than me. No wonder he gained so many followers. But I don't really know why he's helping me right now, but then again he isn't as Dumbledore portrayed him. Maybe I should stop assuming he's got ulterior motives all the time, but that might be dangerous.
"How? Most of the Gryffindors hate my guts, Ravenclaw follow the trends and use evidence and if my former friends abandoned me then they would believe I have done something major, Slytherin hate my guts because of the defence and lessons I've done to teach them not to mess with them or me. Hufflepuffs might but would probably not be much help when the whole school hates me." I reasoned.
"Slytherin actually support you more than you think you know." Tom smiled.
"What?" I asked slightly surprised.
"Honestly Eva, they do. They see you as brave, honourable, selfless." He smiled.
"your forgetting Naïve Tom, think about it. They hate me for choosing Gryffindor over Slytherin, for choosing to hurt them." I replied. "To them I'm like Voldermort to most of the population of Hogwarts. They think I'm a prejudice git like Hermione and Ron are." I added it was true. Unlike them I never believed one house could be wholly evil, wasn't I almost put in Slytherin? I'm no hypocrite. I protected the people I believed to be my friends from people who kept attacking them, maybe I missed something.
"They don't actually." I blinked.
"Why?" I breathed softly, eager to know why. Tom wouldn't lye about something like this, not when it was so important; I've learnt that much. He's human.
"Eva remember 2end year?" He asked softly.
How the hell could I ever forget that year? "Of course everyone kept acting like I was the heir of Slytherin, which of course was impossible seeing as I'm a girl. Heirs have to be boys, even to my own family. The only family where you can, well could of, inherited the title was the Le Fay line which of course has been destroyed."
"See?" He smirked.
"What?" I asked confused.
"You proved to them that you actually did learn the old ways." He smiled triumphantly.
"Why was that so important?" I asked slightly confused.
"Most muggleborns and blood traitors ignore the old ways completely, refuse to even acknowledge them or learn them. They refuse to even have heirs to the family. They think it is degrading to muggleborns who never would be able to; they think it is degrading to the children's siblings. You proved them you actually support the old ways." He grinned.
"Of course I do, why the hell wouldn't I? It isn't degrading, it shows pride about you blood and who you are. IT shows you respect your family history rather than hate what your ancestors have done for you. It is part of who you are. Why should I disrespect them in that way?" Why would anyone insult the dead like that? While I do not believe in hating Muggleborns I do believe in having respect to the deceased.
"See?" He asked smug.
"See what?" I asked confused.
"You proved to the purebloods you aren't a blood traitor that you actually care. Despite the fact you have fought them they began to realise that you only fought when your friends had been insulted by them." He smiled. "That's why they supported you to some extent in the hall Eva."
"Why haven't they done anything?" I asked.
"They were testing you as a person rather than them; remember when they taunted you about the dementor?" He asked.
"I ignored them." I answered not seeing where he was going with this whole thing.
"When you didn't attack they began to realise you were more Slytherin then you let on, realising there was more to you. They began to wonder how much of a Slytherin you were. When you didn't react they realised you were kind, that you weren't actually a hypocrite. Then they tried attacking you with spells to see what you would do, like a true Slytherin you jumped to attack wasting no advantages." He smiled.
"Are you sure you aren't lying?" I asked.
"I'm not Eva, I'm being honest. They might actually support you in this." He grinned.
"What should I do?" I asked softly. "I'm determined that I won't give up on this, but now it seems improbable." I murmured.
"You said when I left school I eventually became a dark lord, why can't you become a dark lady or something else? You're really powerful; it will be easy for you to show them to open their eyes. Look it would be second nature to you. Your brilliant Eva." He smiled.
"Well you know more about 'gathering followers' as you put it." I rolled my eyes. "What should I do, where should I start here? You know better than me Tom, honestly I need your help if I'm going to do this please. If you leave me to do it on my own I swear there will be an awful lot of trouble for your future self." I smirked evilly.
"Your blackmailing me, the horror!" Tom gasped being sarcastic, I laughed.
"Does this mean you'll do it then?" I asked cheekily.
"I've created a monster!" He groaned.
"Is that a yes I hear?" I cackled.
"Fine I'll help you bur knowing you I'll probably regret it…" He groaned again but being sarcastic.
"Thanks Tom." I grinned beaming.
"Right first make your ideals that is the most important thing. Make sure you give everyone the blunt truth of what you believe, no innocent truth tell them everything, every possibility. Don't hide skeletons in the closet; that is the worst thing you possibly do. Never allow them to question you, make sure everything they need is out in the open. Don't do what Dumbledore does and hide everything that isn't necessary for people, tell them everything related to it." He warned.
"Wait, he's hiding something now…." I realised.
"What?" He asked.
"Something about Voldermort, about a weapon or something he's after." I murmured. "Apparently it's important. According to the stupid order it's 'too frightening for little children'." I sneered mimicking them. "Even Fred and George who are 17 aren't allowed to know, the order are so bloody patronising." I huffed, it's so frustrating; it's not like any of them have been forced to face him in person! IT's not like they've been through the things I've been through! Yet despite this they keep treating me like I'm a fool! Like they have ever helped me before in the past during any of the stupid adventures during the years, it's always come down to me despite the fact they should have realised what was going on. Think about it three teenagers were able to get through the obstacles in 1st year, how easy would it have been for Voldermort?
"Order?" He asked confused. Oh I guess I shouldn't have told him about the order but it's too late now to do anything about it isn't it? Come to think of it I'm going to try and wage a war on them when I'm older so this isn't really a problem.
"A stupid club Dumbledore runs called the order of the Phoenix, who are really arrogant. They refuse to tell me a thing yet they keep expecting me to keep my noise down of trouble, like that will ever happen when they refuse to put any decent security anywhere and allow foolish things into the school. Like I'm ever going to stop investigating problems when they themselves refuse to tell me what the hell is going on, how am I going to avoid it?" I hissed, letting rage consume me a bit. Wait why am I losing it? Why am I becoming so angry? Look I need to calm down.
"Why did you answer me?" He asked.
"What?" I asked shocked.
"You heard well enough; why do you trust me so much?" He asked softly.
"Right now Tom you're the only person who seems to give a damn about me other than Neville. Look despite what you will something within me seem to confound me into trusting you. I can't control it any more than I could when I defended you. It's in my nature; some part of me wants me to trust you, be by your side. It frightens me more than I let on but something similar happens to you too. Remember when you defended me?" I asked softly.
"Yes, something within me demanded I did so. Around you my instincts go haywire but the same instincts refuse to let me leave you." He murmured.
"Me too." I whispered softly.
"I care about you Eva; I cannot help it at all." He smiled. "Honestly I will never meet anyone like you, and I wouldn't want too; you're so special I couldn't bare to see a clone of you." I gazed softly into his soft sea green eyes. "I don't know what is happening to me, or will ever know. There seems to be some sort of connection between us but I cannot explain it to you at all. I doubt anyone could explain it to us." He smiled.
"I know what you mean, I feel the same but I doubt I'll ever know ether." I murmured softly.
"This time is so different from mine. A lot seems to have happened in 50 years in the wizarding world. It's evolved a lot since we disappeared. We've evolved so much, yet we're still behind the muggles in many ways. In our time Muggleborns accepted into our society learnt about our beliefs but I expect that's decreased during time so the more muggle customs have been accepted into our world." He murmured.
"What were they? What happened?" I asked softly eager to learn.
"Pureblood costumes were highly respected for one." He smiled. "Heirs were extremely important, ladies were too." He bowed his head slightly, I laughed softly. "The younger sons were also important but what made heirs different was they had to have a lot of responsibilities. He heir was always the oldest unless the eldest was a girl, then it would pass down to the first male. Muggleborns only tended to be female. Males, unless had strong and potent magic, were left in the muggle world where they were adopted into different families."
"So they still had a family name and if the female was infertile then they still had an heir." I smiled softly. "Why did it change?" I asked.
"I have no idea." He shrugged. "I guess that is what I would love to know, but Dumbledore would never let me get hold of that information. Believe me when I say I have tried, although I haven't told you before. Sorry by the way, I well…"
"…wasn't sure what I was like at all. You thought I could have been lying to you, you didn't know how far into Dumbledore's pocket I was." I smiled. "Don't worry about it Tom, I would have done the same thing I haven't exactly told you everything about me ether Tom so don't worry." That was an understatement, there was more than just a little that I hadn't told him anything important to me. In truth I've never told anyone anything about the real me as sad as it sounds. "What was it like then?" I asked softly, maybe if I'd been raised there then I wouldn't be so full of hate and sorrow. Then again it runs so deep, even then I would have been an orphan wouldn't I?
"It was amazing, my time is wonderful. Despite what Dumbledore may have told you the time was amazing. Although it wasn't perfect by any means, compared to this world the ideals of the time were fairer. As you have said muggleborns were second class citizens but the old ways were respected, it seems that this world has lost the old ways in attempt to bring the status of muggleborns up but the older pureblood families have grown angry. The rise has brought improvements but has lost many thing, my guess is that is what Voldermort is fighting for; the respect of the old ways." Tom murmured.
"That's brilliant, but the only problem is that things expanded as time grew on which twisted him." I murmured Voldermort lost track of all that made him human and I guess continued to hack away at his soul which caused his sanity to gradually decrease as his temperament did.
"We make a good team." He smiled. "It's a shame the future plays out as it does but there is one thing that I want to know; why does it play out that way?" He asked.
"That's what I've been trying to work out for ages." I admitted.
"Really?" He asked softly.
"Yes, when you defended me I realised that you and Voldermort are almost completely different people that got me thinking what changed you. Unfortunately I have no idea; the only thing I've realised is that something happens this year. IF I hadn't met this you in this time stream I would have probably thought something happened around about the year you found the chamber of secrets..." I admitted. "something this year will change you but I don't know what." I murmured.
"Your incredibly smart Heather but are you sure it's this year?" He asked softly.
"I'm certain Tom, something changes you something that happens this year. I may not be a seer but I know what happens next year in your timeline and that certainly wasn't just an accident." I murmured, thinking about what he will do to his father. Admittedly I've fantasised doing similar things to the Dursleys on occasion but I would never actually for fill it. I'm no killer no matter how much I thirst for revenge.
"What happens? Please tell me Eva!" He sounded desperate to know but I couldn't even form the words to say I'm sorry.
"Tom…" I murmured.
Realisation dawns on him. "I murdered someone didn't I?" He whispered. "I used the killing curse didn't I? That's how you know it wasn't just a mistake isn't it?" Anger begins coming off him in waves. "Why didn't you tell me?" He hissed.
Shocked I stepped back. "Please." I murmured.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He hissed. "What else have you hidden from me?" Although his emotions attacked me like a knife. It was more brutal than even the basilisk's venom, as his emotions bombarded me.
Like fire they burned my mind screaming across.
My breathing quickened as the pain increased.
My vision went hazy.
"We all have our secrets…" I managed to say as the pain danced across my head, searing me. Trying to act like nothing was happening, I listened to him. By the looks off it he hadn't seemed to have noticed yet, good. Nothing good ever happens from showing weakness from pain, emotion weakness maybe but never show your in pain. That's what the Dursleys actually taught me.
"Yes but I haven't hid anything about you have I?" He spat. I winced as the pain increased but I continued to remain Stoic.
"You don't know anything about me that I don't know!" I hissed.
"Yes but if I did I wouldn't do something like this and hide it!" He yelled another wave of pain shot through me.
"You killed your father." I glared. "Would you want to tell me something like that Tom Marvolo Riddle?" I was trying to cover up the utter agony I was in right now.
"My Father? Why the hell didn't you tell me?" Yet more pain pounced.
So much pain… I couldn't contain myself; in utter agony I collapsed to the floor. His eyes widened. I tried to breath but with every breath brought fresh pain. I felt the betrayal Tom felt for the fact I hadn't told him, the pain that he felt that he will kill his own father. Complete and utter agony consumed me, this was awful far worse than I'd ever been given by the stupid Dursleys. I brought my shacking arm up to touch my burning scar, I felt something wet and sticky. Then I realised; it was blood. My scar itself was bleeding.
Why could I feel this pain? Why could I feel Tom's pain and betrayal? Am I even normal anymore? Has this got something to do with the fact I cannot dye? So many questions with no answers, no answers at all. I'm not even close to finding the answers to any of them. I felt my heart pulse burning with fire.
"What?" He was stunned, shocked even horrified.
"Leave me alone." I hissed, glaring strait into his eyes; they were flashing red.
"No you're in pain!" He exclaimed. "What happened? Who attacked you? Was it before I saw you?" He hissed. "Please tell me Heather what should I do?"
"Leave me be." I whispered.
"I'm not leaving you like this! Look I'm so sorry I went off on one at you please tell me what the hell I should do." He begged.
"There isn't anything you can do." I whimpered, wincing in pain.
"Please Heather; tell me how to save you." He murmured.
I snickered a little bit. "I'm not dying." I can't even die anymore…it's just pain attacking me with a vengeance.
"There must be something I can do, please. Look you owe me this, you hid what I will do don't hide what I can do to help you!" He had a point but why? Why did he so desperately want to help me?
"Why?" I asked softly.
"Why what?" He asked softly.
"Why do you care?" I whispered.
"I… Look please just tell me how to help you." His eyes turned back to his sparkling green.
"No, tell me why you care Tom. Please, tell me." I begged softly.
"I can't." He whispered.
"Then I can't tell you how to help me." I murmured.
"I…I've…fallen…in…love…with you." My eyes widened. Of everything I'd thought, I'd never thought that this would be it. "Go ahead and laugh."
"Why would I do that?" I asked softly.
"You don't think I'm a stupid fool?" He asked.
"No because I think I've fallen in love with you too." I murmured.
"Really?" He whispered softly.
"Yes…" I breathed.
"Tell me what to do then please." He begged.
"Get Madam Pompfrey." I whispered. "She will know what to do Tom, this isn't the first time this has happened. Please get her and bring her here."
An: How was this chapter? Was it OK? Tom and Heather have now admitted there feelings, in the next chapter you'll find out what happened to Heather if you haven't already guess and something else will be discovered. PLEASE REWEIW!