I rush towards Tom
"Tom, what happened"
My love was hurt, and had blood..coming out of his eyes
I panic, not knowing what to do.
"Im fine, just fine, here.."
..and he hands me a emerald green locket with a S on it.
"...You didn't get in a fight over this at a shop, right Tom? "
He chuckles, but even that seems weak.
Deciding to take care of him first before nagging about his ridiculous stubbornness, I quickly make him lean towards me and take him to our bed.
I was a squib from one of the sacred 28.
Mum and Dad abandoned me when I was 4 in the muggle world with a house elf, and according to Anshy my house elf (she insits I call her that, but I honestly view her as my mum) my parents give me money to live by each month.
I havnt seen them once, nor my supposed siblings for 15 years.
One fortunate day, when I was 7, I met Tom.
I was walking around town one day, when I saw a little boy seemingly talking to a snake.
I had always thought snakes were beautifully elegant creatures, so I went up to him to talk.
(Flashback 3d pov)
A little girl wearing a silk dress walked towards the dark underfed boy.
"Hi! Is that your snake?"
The boy shakes his head.
"Oh,,whos the umm..o,o,.."
"Owner?" The boy mumbles under his breath.
The girl nods happily "Yep, whos the owner?"
"No one..But it likes me"
The boy adds in a proud sort of tone.
The girl stares at the boy, then slowly nods.
"I can see why, you look very likable. "
The dark boy looks at her dumbfounded.
'Likable' had never been an adjective gifted to him.
The girl rummages her pockets then hands him a peice of candy.
"Want one? Its strawberry, my favorite."
The boy raises one of his eyebrows, again, dumbfounded.
Why give someone something you like?
"..Why?"
The girl shrugs "I like you, and Anshy told me to share."
The boy slowly takes it, but puts it in a box he had near him, which was filled with trinkets such as a red yoyo and a silver thimble.
Giving a peice of candy, is no big deal.
And neither is it a big deal to give someone a compliment.
But Tom Riddle had never been called 'likable' nor did he get something for free without stealing it.
And that was all it took for Tom to fall deep.
"I love you the way an abandoned house might love a person who stumbled across it. With sheer desperation and a pinch of hope.".
(Flashback over)
I walk towards Tom, who's casting healing spells with his wand.
I hand him a healing potion I had brewed in case of emergency.
(Being a Squib, Potions was the only thing I could do, and with the help from Tom, I was practically a genius.)
"Thank you, my lady"
I plop down next to him.
"Tom, I really need to know, you didnt fight to get that necklace right?"
He chuckles, but it's much stronger than before,
"My lady, what ever made you think.."
I roll my eyes
"I dont know, the time you broke a womans nose because you wanted to get me a book Ive been waiting for? Or when you made a man faint because he was taking too long and I complained? When you had several arguments with the mothers, because you literally tried to by the entire period pad aisle?"
He grins, "Your point?"
I roll my eyes once more and lean in to peck his cheek.
"You are too stubborn and reckless when it comes to me, and I know you are normally the most logical person I know,"
"Not a great feat considering you know few..but continue my lady" He smirks
"Shut it love, Im saying you are somtimes extremely excessive and reckless.. Im going to do a random guess, that you wanted to buy this locket in the wizarding world, got in a fight, got hit by curse, still stubbornly decided to buy it, then apparated"
I look at him triumphant.
"Am I right?"
He gives me a small smile then tugs me towards him.
"I am so sorry my love, so so sorry." He whispers in my ear while holding me close to his chest.
I roll my eyes at his dramatics and snuggle in closer.
Hearing his heart beating, I smile.
It's comforting.
(Time skip)
"Tom we need to talk."
I angrily snarl at Tom while he is undressing after work.
He laughs not knowing the storm that was about to rain,
"My lady, I know I look ravishing when Im.."
I stop him and raise my voice, a rare occurrence.
"How could you, How dare you."
That makes Tom freeze.
Then, his voice turns cold towards me, also a very rare, almost never occurrence.
"I have no idea what you mean?"
I shake the daily prophet in front of him.
"All these mass murdering happening in the wizarding world."
His voice remains impassive, angering me more.
"Yes, I am knowledgeable about them."
I quiet the urge to throw the newspaper at him.
"And you didnt even think to tell me?"
Silence..then he turns to me slowly.
"..What?"
I want to strangle him.so.bad.
"Tom! It says here, the wizarding world may be at war, one as big as Grindelwald. And you had the nerve to not tell your squib wife. You KNOW I can't have access to the wizarding world, cause I'm not magical. So I trusted you to tell me when something dangerous was happening."
I feel tears appear in my eyes.
"You could have died like these poor people, and I wouldnt have had a clue, Tom.."
He freezes then I see him trying to stop a smile.
I glare at him through my tears.
"Its not funny, Tom marvolo Riddle. You, you could have just died..."
He rushes towards me before I finish my sentence, than hugs me, and I allow it.
"Oh my lady, Im so so sorry..I was worried youll worry..I didnt want that to happen." He says while repeatedly giving me forehead kisses.
"Well, you failed,You cant protect me always Tom. And I need to know these things."
He nods and gives me a swift kiss
"Im so sorry, my darling love..out of curiosity, who gave you the daily prophet?"
I answer, my voice a bit muffled by his chest.
"Anshy, she wanted to go see her great great great grandchildren, and I asked her to bring one for me."
He pauses "That was really sweet of Anshy..Merlin,great great great grandchildren..how old is she my lady?"
I shrug "Shes been around before Ive been born, and has great great great grandchildren, honestly no clue..pretty old I would guess."
He hugs me tighter "Im glad shes still alive, here with us.."
Suddenly he exclaims out loud,
"Come to think of it darling, why dont you go on a picnic with her tomorrow? I heard the weather will be splendid."
Well, we haven't had a mother daughter date in practically ages.
"Yeah, I think that will be real nice, " I speak my agreement with his idea.
"And, Tom promise me to inform me of important things in the future."
Tom kisses me deeply and I love every second of it, as always.
"I swear to tell you important things. Now, my lady. Go plan a picnic with Anshy."
The next day Anshy and I go on a wonderful picnic.
Like Tom said, the weather was absolutely glorious.
We made sandwiches together and we saw a movie together.
Anshy told me about her great great great grandchild, Dobby, and we gushed about how cute he looked.
Anshy told me it was one of the best days she had had.
The day after that, I found Anshy dead in the kitchen.
I screamed and Tom soon ran downstairs.
" Tom..Tom. Anshy, Anshys not breathing."
I barely get the words out because I was crying too much.
He holds me close.
"Oh, my lady..."
"Tom, maybe just maybe, can we call the healers? Maybe shes just.." I panically blubber to him.
Tom shakes his head.
"Shes cold, shes gone to heaven for a while..Im sorry my lady. Im so sorry."
I grab Anshys hand, Tom's right, she's cold..
"She was just fine yesterday..."
He kisses my forehead.
"Anshy was near 160.. plenty old for a house elf. Thankfully, she died peacefully, wouldnt you agree?"
I slowly nod and look at Anshy.
"I want to bury her, in a family cemetry..can you arrange that to happen Tom?"
He nods and hugs me once more
"Ill see what I can do my love, now go to bed, I hate to see you stressed."
"..and I need you to tell her family what happened..and can we have a funeral?"
Tom nods once more, than lightly nudges me towards the stairs.
"Go rest, my love."
Anshys funeral was beautiful, and Tom pulled some strings to allow all of Anshys family to come say goodbye.
I saw Dobby for the first time, and I felt so guilty, Anshy had died in our house, and however often Tom told me it wasn't, I felt like I was to blame.
One odd thing did happen though..I swear I heard one of Anshys great great grandchildren mutter something about feeling a hint of magic in Anshy.
I asked Tom about it, and he said it was probably wrong, and even if the house elf had been right, that it was probably Anshys Elf magic that had remained.
I felt something off, but ignored it.
It was Tom, he had no reason to lie to me.
(3 years later.)
Pregnant.
I was Pregnant.
I quickly send an owl to Tom.
Less than 30 minutes later, I hear someone slam open the door.
"Tom?!"
I rush downstairs, and it seems he had done the same.
We meet halfway.
"You're pregnant?"
I nod, happy tears running down my face.
"Oh my lady."
He raises me into the air and twirls me around.
I laugh, utterly on cloud nine.
He lowers me back down..
and kneels infront of me.
He gathers my hand and kisses my palm.
"I am so grateful to have you my lady..And I swear to protect both of you from any harm."
He vows looking at me with heated eyes.
I kneel down infront of him, and kiss him lightly.
"And I swear to love you and cherish both of you, my lord."
(11 years later)
I hear a knock on the door.
"Benedict, Love. Be a dear and open the door for me."
I hear my son get up and run towards the door.
"Hello, Benedict Riddle..where are your parents?"
I hear a foreign old man's voice say my sons name.
I grab a nearby knife and run towards the doorway.
"Hello, sir. How could I help you?"
Tom casted many many protective charms around our house, so I'm not worried, but I do feel comforted with having something to protect my son with.
"Ah, you must be Toms wife"
I do not like how he talks.
"I will not ask once more sir. Who. Are. You?"
The old man smiles "Im a old professor of Toms."
I glare at him, hand tightening around my knife.
I signal Benedict to go upstairs, and continue talking when I head his bedroom door close.
"Odd, he never told me about a close Professor."
His eyes twinke bright
"Shame that is..Now Mrs.Riddle, have you seen the daily prophet these past few years?"
I have not. Tom promised there was no need.
"Yes, I have. I am well informed about the wizarding world."
The old man pulls out a stack of daily prophets, and hands them to me.
But the moment the papers touch the doorway, they erupt into flames.
"Wha.,"
The old man starts laughing.
"Tom, that desperate boy"
"Dumbledore, a pleasure."
A voice booms from behind him, and its Tom.
I feel comfort passing by me the instant I hear his voice.
"Hello, Tom..or should I say Voldemort. "
Tom walks towards the man, Dumbledore, and raises his wand.
"Leave, or things will get messy."
"You wouldnt want that Tom, would you?You.."
"STOP."
"..would hate for her to know what a mass murderer her husband is."
What? My Tom? A mass murderer?
No, that can't be. Tom works in the ministry, he can't be a mass murderer.
"Dumbledore, I believe my husband has spoken. Leave."
He swirls to me in surprise, and opens his mouth but I cut him off.
"I said, LEAVE."
Tom stares at him while walking into the house, and slams the door in his face.
I hear him while I rummage the cabinets.
"My lady, I can explain. That man is dangerous, dillusianal..."
I cut him off and hand him what I had been looking for.
Veritaserum.
"Drink this Tom, and we will talk.
If you refuse, I will walk right out of here, right now."
He freezes.
"You dont believe me my lady? Is our love that weak?"
I remain firm and point to the potion.
"Tom, you will not guilt trip me. Now, your lady is waiting."
He grabs the potion before reaching for my hand, I allow it.
"I will take it..but please, please dont leave. A life without you is too bleak, like the world before light existed."
Murderer murderer murderer
I look at Tom. The man I married, the man I have loved most of my life. Would I be able to leave him when I should?
..Turning a blind eye seemed the easy way out.
Just wholeheartedly believing him, as I seemingly have been till now.
Tom looks at me with his dark Grey, stormy eyes.
"I love you Tom." I answer.
He grimances, both of us knowing I had not given him a direct answer..but looking back that was always what he had done to me.
Tom slowly swallows the potion.
"Are you Voldemort?"
"Yes" He grumbles out.
My eye twitches.
"Have you been killing people, for war?"
"Yes." He slowly answers.
"...Why?"
He grimances this time, hard "To purify the world..to get rid of mudbloods, hybrids..and.."
I answer for him. "..Squibs."
I stand up from the couch, and head for the door.
"Well, good for you Tom. You're getting rid of one right now."
"No, no."
Tom leaps towards me and brings me to his chest.
I thrash against him, but he doesnt let me go.
"Let.go.of.me"
"I cant. Anyone but you and Benedict can leave..but just not, just never you two.." He keeps rambling.
"I cant picture a life where I dont wake up next to you, and where Benedict doesn't come running into our room."
"Tom.."
"Please dont leave, anyone but you, please.."
He turns me around to face him and kisses me so so deeply and sweetly on the mouth.
My heart screams his name Tom Tom Tom
"Please, my lady, Im begging you."
The answer to the question I had asked.
I couldn't leave.
I could never.
I loved him too much.
And how beautifully horrible.
I loved him too damn much to leave when I must.
"Tom..obliviate me, please."
Tom stares at me, shock clear on his face.
I smile at him through the tears starting to fall.
"I cant leave you Tom..but my conscience demands it..just make me forget such a thing..just forget it completely, be ignorant."
"My lady.."
I laugh "You have murdered thousands, but here I am in fear of not you, but the fact that I may not be able to hear you call me your lady ever again."
I'm a weak selfish coward.
I am so,very,selfish.
Maybe that's why Tom had loved me.
Not because I was his light to his dark.
But because a part of me was as twisted as him.
"Go on my love.."
I jokingly wink at him "You have my consent."
Tom slowly raises his wand.
"Dont forget Benedict my love" I say and he nods.
"Obliviate"
And all turns dark, as I fall in a deep sleep.
(3rd Pov)
Tom Riddle shut the door to his sons room.
He had obliviated his wife and his son successfully,
For the 4th time.
He couldn't bare to do that again, he had to make sure his lady would never again know the truth.
He swore to himself once more, like he did every time.
He called for Malfoy.
As soon as he summoned him , he appeared.
"Yes my lord?"
"I want you to make a fake version of the daily prophet.
Every day, have journalists right useless things..
She likes cooking tips, so have someone write about that. And Benedict enjoys puzzles so have a page of it be made too."
"I will set it to work immediately, my lord."
"And, Benedict must'nt go to Hogwarts. Find a school in Asia perhaps, somewhere that is slow to obtain news of whats happening here."
"I will, my lord."
"Go."
With a final bow, Malfoy disappeared.
He sighed and sank into his armchair.
He tried to hide it, but it couldn't be helped.
He laughed.
It gave him a twisted sense of relief and joy that every time however old she was, however she had obtained the news, his lady always chose him.
He heard the door open, and warm arms circled around him.
"I must have fallen asleep, I didnt hear you come in." She says.
He turns around and kisses her deeply.
When their lips finally part she's breathing heavily.
"You must have had a good day at work."
She jokes.
"No my love, just happy to be home."
She smiles big, and he holds her close.
Never would she know again.