Author's note: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. This story is AU and will continue to be AU.


I never wanted him to love me, just like I never wanted to love him, but it happened and there we were, hand in hand staring at each other. It was like a nightmarish dream and I was the damsel in distress. We never did anything aside from holding hands and that one kiss, but I could feel the sensation of being loved without being touched by him. It was nothing like the love Isaac showed me. No, he was more... Physical, rather than just wanting to look at me. Riddle was more like a 'prince charming' type. A 'look but don't touch' kind of guy, whereas Isaac wanted to hold and kiss me more than he actually looked at me.

Riddle had taken my soul the moment I laid eyes on him. I couldn't forget him, but I also couldn't forgive him. He had made me forget so many things and treated me like I was nobody, when at the same time, he filled the hole in my heart. I have to admit that I was crueler than I was before our first conversation, but I have learned to like myself, something that Isaac could never quite teach me how to do. I guess that I shouldn't blame Riddle for the things that Isaac never did for me.

"Rebecca," Riddle said as we walked down the corridor together, "Why do you like me?" I blushed, it was the first time he called me by my first name.

"You're what I want in a person." I said, "You made me learn to love myself and you help me forget the sadness that I carry deep in my heart."

"That seems like a legitimate reason." Riddle said.

A few days later, I secretly went to one of his meetings. They were torturing two muggle girls. I couldn't bear to see them suffer like that, so I used the killing curse on them. I could feel the twinge of pain in my heart for those two girls, but they had to go. I quickly hid myself so that no one would see me.

"Who killed them?" Riddle asked, seemingly excited to see them gone. All the followers looked at each other and frowned. I guess they were thinking 'who killed them', because they all looked confused. I quickly hurried away, trying not to let them know I was there. When I got to the castle, I was tired, so I went to bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, Riddle looked somewhat happy and I didn't want him to know that I knew why. It was hard, but I managed.

"Hello, Rebecca." Riddle said.

"Good Morning, Riddle." I said.

"You're dating, call him by his first name, O'Brien." Malfoy said with a frown on his face. He didn't like that I chose Riddle instead of him.

"I refuse." I said, "His name is too... What's that word... Boring." Riddle frowned.

"It's not boring." Riddle said, "It's a perfectly good name."

"Yes, Tom." I said, only to have him glare at me, "Whatever you say."

"What's your problem today?" Riddle asked.

"I got toadstools in my tea." I joked, "No, really. I'm fine."

That was the last time I talked to him that day, for some unknown reason he was avoiding me at all costs. We were still together even after graduating Hogwarts. We had gotten married and moved in together. It was only a year after graduating when the worst day of my life happened. We started fighting. I had just gotten pregnant and he didn't want a child.

"Why did you have to get pregnant?" Tom asked, "We can't raise a child."

"Yes, we can." I said, "Did you see how I treated those children in the orphanage? I could be a great mother."

"But how will we know if I'm a good father?" Tom asked, "I never had parents and you did." I frowned.

"That doesn't mean anything." I said.

"Yes, it does." Tom said, "It means a great deal more than most of your shit." I gasped as he came closer. He was going to hit me.

"Don't hurt me, Tom." I said, "I love you." He whacked me across the face and I sent a spell his way. What spell it was, I don't know.

I looked at the wall painted with blood and screamed. I had done this, this was my doing. I shook my head muttering softly to myself. I couldn't have done something like this, something so stupid, but there he was, bleeding and broken. The only one who knew who I really was. And how I did love him.

It was like being torn apart and then forced back together, I was never meant to do anything like this. My legs stopped working and I fell, holding his body in my arms. I couldn't help but cry. This man was supposed to kill me first. I was supposed to die in his arms, rather than him dying in mine.

"Why?!" I cried, "Why did I have to kill him?!" I heard a voice in the back of my mind say something, but my vision blurred and I blacked out.


Author's note: I couldn't find the spell in the book, but it was the one Harry used against Malfoy in the 'Half Blood Prince'.