"Tell me THE TRUTH!"
Valentine Dumbledore is back for another year at Hogwarts. However, everything is closing in on her with epic speed.
The shadows of a war are catching up to her and the words of the prophecy are suffocating her. Dwelling on the...
He couldn't move. He couldn't think. He was stuck.
There was nothing around him. Nothing at all. A black void continued for miles and miles far beyond his scope of perception.
He was terrified at first. He thought that old crone had murdered him. He thought he had died and the fear almost suffocated him.
Yet if this was death.... then why was it so boring?
Wouldn't Abaddon come to dangle him by his toenails or whatever.
And where was Valentine?
His answer came when he heard her screams.
He couldn't see her but god could he hear her. She screamed when she saw him and started sobbing. "TOM!!! NOO!!" And her cries had given him goosebumps.
"Tom baby please wake up. I love you."
The words had warmed him slightly and if she'd been standing beside him, he'd probably have wrapped an arm around her or something, just to feel her warmth even more.
A coma. He'd been put into a bloody coma. No spells worked here and none of his mindless cursing seemed to affect his subconscious at all.
He was stuck in an endless void of madness with only Valentine's voice to keep him sane. He could only hear her. He could hear her talking to Ariana and Aberforth yet he never heard their end of the conversation... only hers.
Every day was the same thing over and over again and he seemed to look forward to having Valentine speak to him.
She always did.
She never left him alone for too long.
And once again Tom Riddle found himself feeling something towards this girl. Which should have been impossible.... He shouldn't care -couldn't care.
He was furious with her... yes. He vowed to cause her the same amount of pain he'd felt when Albus informed him of her betrayal.
That she wasn't who she'd said she was. That she was a fraud. A liar.
She had wanted to kill him. HIM!!! The nerve of that girl.
He couldn't, however, say that she didn't have guts or his respect.
The anger felt was much less than the stabbing betrayal. He felt empty again.... hollow, knowing that all that time she had just wanted to kill him.
No- that wasn't true.
Tom didn't think that at one point upon meeting the girl, she had wanted to murder him in cold blood... had she wanted to kill him that very first day? That day when she showed him her true nature.
For the first time in his pathetic life, Tom had felt intimidated.
Tom Riddle didn't even think he could trust her anymore. He didn't think he would ever want to trust her again.
Valentine Evans? What kind of a last name was that.
Apparently that was who she really was.
Tom had thought he knew her like the back of his hand ..... but he knew nothing -absolutely nothing about that beautiful, heartfelt girl who'd managed to ensnare him.
He had to push her out. Had to hurt her.
He had to destroy her. Rid himself of the one weakness he'd seemed to grow to have.
Albus Dumbledore was wrong on one thing.
Tom Riddle's demise wouldn't be as easy to achieve as Albus had hoped.
Tom did not have something to lose.... he had someone.
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Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it. J.K. Rowling
