Post by littledragon on Jan 5, 2004 15:45:26 GMT -5
Well! I have succeded in registering, and now, I post my story! I will give you a review of it before I post it, that way you know what it's about...this is what I must do at some other sites I go to, so I've come accustomed to posting the rating and stuff. Please Read and Review! Cheers![/b]
Title: Burning Darkness
Author: Little Dragon
Rating: R
Genre: Lots of Angst, Murder, Hurt/Comfort, Love/Romance
Warnings: Death, Swearing, The Basilisk, Very Dark
Summary: Part of Tom Riddle's time. Tom gets to know Vanessa Miles better, and they start a relationship. Tom's hatred for his father, his orphanage, the death of his mother, and everything else, grows rapidly as the story goes on. Only small things are needed to trigger his hate and send him down the road of evil.
He searches for the Chamber of Secrets, and creates his diary. The next post, which is a poem, is to introduce the story, I wrote this poem, and it is being used to introduce the story.
Disclaimer: Just wanted to let you know that I do not own Tom Riddle or Moaning Myrtle, or any other character from the Harry Potter books for that matter. I would have to be J.K. Rowling if I did. Although I do not own them, I invented Vanessa and Neisha and any other character not recognized as being from the books, as well, I have created this story.
Cheers![/color]
Burning Darkness
At first I loved
And I had thoughts
At first I had feelings,
Now all are lost
At first I had friends,
But now all are gone
At first I knew family,
But now I’ve moved along
My love was so strong,
It was beautiful and pure,
But now it is dark,
Evil and obscure
I dwell in utter darkness
I have no feelings and no fear,
I live in noisy silence,
My heart beats in my ear
My heart is dead and burnt,
I feel all hate and greed,
At first I was a follower,
But now I take the lead
The fire that lives within my soul
Rages silently and burns bright,
And yet my life is obscurity,
I no longer have the light.[/b]
A boy with black, messy hair, and very pale green eyes stepped off the Hogwarts express and made his way over to the carriages. He mounted into one with a black roof and seemingly comfortable seats. He sat down and was met with an old wooden bench that he could barely sit on without falling off. His stomach leapt forward as the carriage jolted toward the massive school before them. The thestral in front of him looked back momentarily and then turned to face the front again as it continued up the hill to Hogwarts castle.
He felt awfully lonely. He had never really had any true friends. Sure, he had people that looked up to him, or more so followed him, but he didn’t have any true friends. He didn’t have anyone that he could just go up to and say: ‘Hi, feel like a chat?’ He looked out the window to the blue-gray sky toward the moon; the sun had barely set and it was already shining brightly, casting shadows across the Lake. He turned back and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the polished wood of the carriage. He attempted to flatten his hair but to no avail. It was usually pretty co operable but today it seemed much messier than usual. ‘Maybe it’s because of the air’ he thought. He returned to gazing at the front of the carriage as it carried him to the castle.
When he got to the castle, he wasn’t surprised to see Professor Dippit at the Entrance Doors to greet all the returning students. Prof. Dippit smiled as he walked passed and continued to wave at everyone coming through the big oak doors. The boy made his way to the Great Hall and sat down at the Slytherin table. He got a quick glance around before the Great Hall doors opened and in came the first years, some looking very frightened and others amazed beyond words.
They filed to the front of the crowd of students, and stood facing everyone in the hall. Prof. Dippit smiled at them as they turned to face the teacher standing to the right, who had started calling out names. While waiting for their names to be called, they were all intrigued when they first noticed a black, rather old hat sitting on a chair before them.
When the first boy put it on his head, and it started to talk. Some students jumped back in surprise, and others stood there gaping at the odd sight before them.
The messy haired boy sat at the Slytherin table, staring into space and thinking about when the feast might start, and how long this procedure would take. He was awfully annoyed at how none of the first years had any clue about anything that went on during their first day at Hogwarts.
Finally, after about thirty names were called, Prof. Dippit proclaimed a start to the feast, and the plates were magically filled with food of every kind, to a murmur of relief throughout the hall. Everyone dug in and started talking about their summer breaks.
Tom turned his head toward the closest person to him; Niesha. He didn’t know her last name, but he didn’t care much. He didn’t care much for anything today. He was in a sour mood after thinking about how lonely he was, and was annoyed at how late the feast had begun.
“Pass the potatoes.” He said grumpily to Niesha.
She turned around and stared at him. “Well, someone’s grumpy.” She said.
He sneered as she passed him the bowl and served himself a spoonful. He picked up the chicken, peas and pumpkin juice and served himself all of that too. He stared down at it and stirred his fork in his potatoes. I’ve lost my appetite again. He thought. He took a bite of chicken and almost puked. When he didn’t feel like eating, there was no way he could eat. He got up, and was about to leave when he realized he didn’t know the password to the Common Room yet, although he should because he was a prefect.
“Niesha, what’s the password for our Common Room?” He asked.
“Tom is an idiot.” She said.
“No really, I am not in the mood for games, just tell me the password.” He demanded.
“Oh fine. It’s Silbasik.” She replied.
He nodded and turned on his heal to exit the hall. Without a glance back, he turned left and headed down to the dungeons.
He arrived at a long stonewall that seemed to stretch on until the end of the castle. He walked to the furthest end and faced it with his hands in front of him. “Silbasik!” He said. The wall split to reveal a door in which Tom gripped the cold handle and headed into the Slytherin Common Room.
He went to the opposite end and slouched down into a dark green, leather chair that sat right beside the fireplace. The fire was lit and Tom was rather happy about this. He was kind of chilly from sitting in the carriage and besides he hadn’t eaten any dinner to fill him up.
He stared around at the familiar surroundings. Portraits of Salazar Slytherin covered the brown walls, and snake statues stood alternately around the room. He was happy to be home.
He started thinking and he scowled. Niesha could be a real b*tch at times. She was a pure blood, but she wasn’t the Slytherin type. She was nice, pretty and most certainly was not evil. Not that all Slytherins were evil but for the most part, that was the stereotype. Tom wondered how he had ever ended up in Slytherin, if he wasn’t a pureblood. He often thought about this, among other things, including his stupid muggle father - his dumbass father.
He was in his fifth year at Hogwarts, and his father was a real ass. He hated his guts and wished that he, Tom, had never been born. And with his stupid muggle-father’s name too. He frowned at the thought of his name. Tom Marvolo Riddle. How unique. And the rest of his family was no different, but it was his father that Tom especially loathed.
Tom had never seen his mother. She had died giving birth to him and branded him with the name of Tom for the rest of his life. He still wished that he could at least have seen her before she died. But, I must have. He thought. What about the thestrals? I haven’t ever seen anyone else die, so it must be the reason I can see them…right? He was unsure of the answer and didn’t bet that it was right, nor did he very much want it to be right. For he knew that he had seen his mother die – the images of what he thought it must have been like haunted his dreams and turned them to nightmares. Tom always ended up waking up in a cold sweat, sitting up in bed, nearly smashing his head on the bunk above him, and looking frantically around for his mother.
He wished so much that he could have his mother back. That he could have saved her. But no – he had to be stuck with his father. He had to be stuck with the idiot muggle that didn’t know the first thing there was to know about the wizarding world. And then, his father had sent him off to a filthy, rotting house that was apparently an orphanage.
Tom’s head lolled onto his chest as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He had been sitting on the couch for at least 3 or 4 hours now, and he didn’t see the time pass. He looked at the clock, and realized just how late it was. He started to get up but made up his mind and stayed on the couch. It was so comfortable and soft…he never wanted to leave the safety of its warmth.
Title: Burning Darkness
Author: Little Dragon
Rating: R
Genre: Lots of Angst, Murder, Hurt/Comfort, Love/Romance
Warnings: Death, Swearing, The Basilisk, Very Dark
Summary: Part of Tom Riddle's time. Tom gets to know Vanessa Miles better, and they start a relationship. Tom's hatred for his father, his orphanage, the death of his mother, and everything else, grows rapidly as the story goes on. Only small things are needed to trigger his hate and send him down the road of evil.
He searches for the Chamber of Secrets, and creates his diary. The next post, which is a poem, is to introduce the story, I wrote this poem, and it is being used to introduce the story.
Disclaimer: Just wanted to let you know that I do not own Tom Riddle or Moaning Myrtle, or any other character from the Harry Potter books for that matter. I would have to be J.K. Rowling if I did. Although I do not own them, I invented Vanessa and Neisha and any other character not recognized as being from the books, as well, I have created this story.
Cheers![/color]
Burning Darkness
At first I loved
And I had thoughts
At first I had feelings,
Now all are lost
At first I had friends,
But now all are gone
At first I knew family,
But now I’ve moved along
My love was so strong,
It was beautiful and pure,
But now it is dark,
Evil and obscure
I dwell in utter darkness
I have no feelings and no fear,
I live in noisy silence,
My heart beats in my ear
My heart is dead and burnt,
I feel all hate and greed,
At first I was a follower,
But now I take the lead
The fire that lives within my soul
Rages silently and burns bright,
And yet my life is obscurity,
I no longer have the light.[/b]
A boy with black, messy hair, and very pale green eyes stepped off the Hogwarts express and made his way over to the carriages. He mounted into one with a black roof and seemingly comfortable seats. He sat down and was met with an old wooden bench that he could barely sit on without falling off. His stomach leapt forward as the carriage jolted toward the massive school before them. The thestral in front of him looked back momentarily and then turned to face the front again as it continued up the hill to Hogwarts castle.
He felt awfully lonely. He had never really had any true friends. Sure, he had people that looked up to him, or more so followed him, but he didn’t have any true friends. He didn’t have anyone that he could just go up to and say: ‘Hi, feel like a chat?’ He looked out the window to the blue-gray sky toward the moon; the sun had barely set and it was already shining brightly, casting shadows across the Lake. He turned back and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the polished wood of the carriage. He attempted to flatten his hair but to no avail. It was usually pretty co operable but today it seemed much messier than usual. ‘Maybe it’s because of the air’ he thought. He returned to gazing at the front of the carriage as it carried him to the castle.
When he got to the castle, he wasn’t surprised to see Professor Dippit at the Entrance Doors to greet all the returning students. Prof. Dippit smiled as he walked passed and continued to wave at everyone coming through the big oak doors. The boy made his way to the Great Hall and sat down at the Slytherin table. He got a quick glance around before the Great Hall doors opened and in came the first years, some looking very frightened and others amazed beyond words.
They filed to the front of the crowd of students, and stood facing everyone in the hall. Prof. Dippit smiled at them as they turned to face the teacher standing to the right, who had started calling out names. While waiting for their names to be called, they were all intrigued when they first noticed a black, rather old hat sitting on a chair before them.
When the first boy put it on his head, and it started to talk. Some students jumped back in surprise, and others stood there gaping at the odd sight before them.
The messy haired boy sat at the Slytherin table, staring into space and thinking about when the feast might start, and how long this procedure would take. He was awfully annoyed at how none of the first years had any clue about anything that went on during their first day at Hogwarts.
Finally, after about thirty names were called, Prof. Dippit proclaimed a start to the feast, and the plates were magically filled with food of every kind, to a murmur of relief throughout the hall. Everyone dug in and started talking about their summer breaks.
Tom turned his head toward the closest person to him; Niesha. He didn’t know her last name, but he didn’t care much. He didn’t care much for anything today. He was in a sour mood after thinking about how lonely he was, and was annoyed at how late the feast had begun.
“Pass the potatoes.” He said grumpily to Niesha.
She turned around and stared at him. “Well, someone’s grumpy.” She said.
He sneered as she passed him the bowl and served himself a spoonful. He picked up the chicken, peas and pumpkin juice and served himself all of that too. He stared down at it and stirred his fork in his potatoes. I’ve lost my appetite again. He thought. He took a bite of chicken and almost puked. When he didn’t feel like eating, there was no way he could eat. He got up, and was about to leave when he realized he didn’t know the password to the Common Room yet, although he should because he was a prefect.
“Niesha, what’s the password for our Common Room?” He asked.
“Tom is an idiot.” She said.
“No really, I am not in the mood for games, just tell me the password.” He demanded.
“Oh fine. It’s Silbasik.” She replied.
He nodded and turned on his heal to exit the hall. Without a glance back, he turned left and headed down to the dungeons.
He arrived at a long stonewall that seemed to stretch on until the end of the castle. He walked to the furthest end and faced it with his hands in front of him. “Silbasik!” He said. The wall split to reveal a door in which Tom gripped the cold handle and headed into the Slytherin Common Room.
He went to the opposite end and slouched down into a dark green, leather chair that sat right beside the fireplace. The fire was lit and Tom was rather happy about this. He was kind of chilly from sitting in the carriage and besides he hadn’t eaten any dinner to fill him up.
He stared around at the familiar surroundings. Portraits of Salazar Slytherin covered the brown walls, and snake statues stood alternately around the room. He was happy to be home.
He started thinking and he scowled. Niesha could be a real b*tch at times. She was a pure blood, but she wasn’t the Slytherin type. She was nice, pretty and most certainly was not evil. Not that all Slytherins were evil but for the most part, that was the stereotype. Tom wondered how he had ever ended up in Slytherin, if he wasn’t a pureblood. He often thought about this, among other things, including his stupid muggle father - his dumbass father.
He was in his fifth year at Hogwarts, and his father was a real ass. He hated his guts and wished that he, Tom, had never been born. And with his stupid muggle-father’s name too. He frowned at the thought of his name. Tom Marvolo Riddle. How unique. And the rest of his family was no different, but it was his father that Tom especially loathed.
Tom had never seen his mother. She had died giving birth to him and branded him with the name of Tom for the rest of his life. He still wished that he could at least have seen her before she died. But, I must have. He thought. What about the thestrals? I haven’t ever seen anyone else die, so it must be the reason I can see them…right? He was unsure of the answer and didn’t bet that it was right, nor did he very much want it to be right. For he knew that he had seen his mother die – the images of what he thought it must have been like haunted his dreams and turned them to nightmares. Tom always ended up waking up in a cold sweat, sitting up in bed, nearly smashing his head on the bunk above him, and looking frantically around for his mother.
He wished so much that he could have his mother back. That he could have saved her. But no – he had to be stuck with his father. He had to be stuck with the idiot muggle that didn’t know the first thing there was to know about the wizarding world. And then, his father had sent him off to a filthy, rotting house that was apparently an orphanage.
Tom’s head lolled onto his chest as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He had been sitting on the couch for at least 3 or 4 hours now, and he didn’t see the time pass. He looked at the clock, and realized just how late it was. He started to get up but made up his mind and stayed on the couch. It was so comfortable and soft…he never wanted to leave the safety of its warmth.
