All she wanted was freedom. She didn't know fate had other plans for her and another Dark Lord she was destined to stand beside. She was stronger than her toxic pull to Tom Riddle..."I'm not much of a follower," she said as they spun around the dance floor, Riddles quick reflexes the only thing stopping them from tripping over each other. "I know." His lips twitched into a smile.
He stood before her, crimson eyes gleaming with secrets untold, lips upturned as he dropped the cloak revealing his true face. "Join me Lady Firebird, and watch as we shape the world into a better future for our kind." What else did Ginny have to lose? Besides her soul that is...AU.
He looked the way she imagined the devil to look, so beautiful it hurt, but so evil it made the beauty twisted and hideous all at the same time. He was all sharp features, and even sitting on a wooden bench among others he stood out. He was a spot of black ink on a stark white piece of paper..."You don't understand Ginevra...you are my failsafe...And you will give in..."
"So, you were only waiting for me because the creators needed you to relay a message?" she asked, her voice but a mere whisper. Sirius's expression was oddly solemn as he boldly leaned closer to her, his confidence unwavering and eyes never straying from hers. "No. I'm here because you wanted me to be. I may have died Hermione, but I never left."
Hermione Jean Granger found herself haunted by green eyes late a night. She was consumed by guilt, grief; she couldn't save him. She was given a second chance, someone else to save. Tom Riddle suffers from delusions and violent tendency's. "I'm not the one who needs to wake up." Those words had turned in her head until suddenly her vision cleared...nothing was as it seemed...
We all know Lord Voldemort, but we never really learned much of Tom Riddle other than he was a disturbed child. No one is born evil, they are made that way. "You're a muggle. You're the embodiment of everything I hate..." Now if only he could get her eyes to stop burning the back of his eyelids...
She could see the specks of green in the dark brown of his right eye, a defect though she found it rather stunning. She lost herself as she examined the discoloration and she couldn't help but to wonder if it symbolized Riddle in a way.Was there still something colorful and light within him that hadn't been consumed by hate? Or did it symbolize his greed, his need to prove himself?