Fated To Be

"We are the same, you and I, Valeria. Don't hide, embrace it." Was the melodious voice of the young man in Slytherin robes before her, offering his hand towards her in companionship. 

His dark eyes glint at hers in a heated manner, as though he were desperately pushing her to accept, by the force of them.

Which she ignored, because of the other person next to them.

Looking at the red haired girl on the ground, 'Ginevra Weasley',  youngest and only daughter of the Weasley family.  The sister of her friends,who is slowly losing her life, because of the parasite in front of her.

Valeria feels conflicted. 

"Do not look at the blood traitor, only look at me. I can see you for who you are, Valeria, we are the same you and I. Do not turn this chance away, for we could do great things together. We can bring a change, for the better. Like we talked about." He silkily said at the end towards her.

And when he saw her attention flickering away from him, he then decided to  step closer to her.

His shoes then stop in front of hers, there is no space between them both.

The size difference between them is rather obvious (,also because he was older than her),  she feels dwarfed by him in comparison when she finally looks up into his eyes.

His eyes that are wildly looking into hers, with an emotion she could not discern.

She then feels his cold fingers on her face, and  then she’s  met with a soft and boyish smile.

He is rather pretty, and shiny, she will admit.  

What with his neatly combed hair, and looks that would put shame to the description of angels that she had read about before, when she was younger.

But she doesn't think that it's the right comparison for him.

For a fallen angel would be better suited for him.

"Why are you trying to deny yourself this, when we both know how you truly feel." Were his whispered words to her, his eyes imploringly looking into hers.

She couldn't look away from them.

"We are the same, Valeria. Accept it. And join me, let us make a change for the better. Do not deny yourself this chance." He then continues to say, while his face is slowly descending upon hers.

Their foreheads, and noses are touching, and their breaths are intermingled now.

He forced himself within the confines of her own personal space.

"Do not turn away from me. Not you. §Please.§" He then softly tried again, in a pleading manner, using the tongue of the snakes, that the both of them shared with one another,  at the end.

For he knew that it would be the end.

The end of them, and whatever connection the both of them had.

And then she felt a sudden pressure on her lips.

She had  killed him after that,  and the majestic, centuries old Basilisk,  that was the familiar of Slytherin, then followed him after.

In death.

She was the last of Hogwarts' defenders, outside of the castle itself.

She regrets killing the beautiful creature, but mostly… she also wonders how it could have turned out, in another life, had she accepted him and his offer.

But then again, she didn’t like others invading her private space without her consent…and she had morals, however flawed they were.

And that bastard stole her first kiss as well.

Well he stole more than that from her, later on.

And then she stole some of his things as well, well his older version, and also murdered/destroyed them,  as a gift for him,  to show her appreciation of him.

And he didn't like it very much, as usual, the pompous prick…

Especially when she had sent him the butchered body of his most favoured and trusted,  here she then smirks.

Still feeling gleeful about it, as from before.

An eye for an eye, you could say.

But it was so much more than that to her.

Her own personal revenge,  for her papa.

Oh how her screams were like music to her ears.

‘That's what you get for daring to take what is mine.’

Here her eyes then gleamed towards the flames.

And then her mind started to turn to another memory, this one where she is older, with him.

He looked as though he were in his mid twenties to early thirties then.

He wasn't his noseless snake-like self then, no, this time, he turned back to the way he was from before.

Back to being Tom Marvolo Riddle.

He had a nose, hair, and his eyes were still scarlet red; but most importantly,  he was a man.

And he was warm. 

And he had smiled at her, in an unconscious manner, almost as if he were caught off guard, his eyes intently staring at her as though she were the most precious thing in the world to him.

His light, and goddess that should be worshipped amongst the mere mortals.

It had hurt.

Because she had truly thought for just a moment then, that she had loved him.

And he her.

And then he once again dared take what was hers.

He had betrayed her trust.

And in the end, she had killed him.

Fulfilling that god forsaken prophecy,  that started it all.

That had let her go through hell.

This was not how she had imagined it to be, when she was younger.

No.

This was a hollow victory.

Even if she'd like to say that she got over him, she did not.

Because a foolish part within herself will always mourn him.

For what could have been.

But then she'd always firmly shake her head at that. 

(Her eyes were always dull then.)

For monsters like the both of them, were not capable of love.

Neither did she deserve it. 

To fall, and be in love.

And even if she were , it would only end in misery for her.

Because she was cursed with the one thing he most of all desired in life:

true immortality. 

"You seem to be stuck in your thoughts for quite some time, Ms. Cherniak. Can you not sleep?" was the sudden, concerned, voice of the General, that pulled her back from her thoughts, and from the memory of him.

It's better she buries him now, for the dead should stay dead. 

Just like she had done, after she had killed him.

Looking at the man, who was fully immersed in the darkness, with only the flickering lights of the fire showing his person, well for those that can not see in the dark that is, nor feel…

Which she can, intimately. 

The man then invited himself over to sit next to her, at which she raised a brow at him for, he only gave her a smile in response.

"I could ask you the same, General."

"Kirigan." The man then quickly said in a firm manner, with a sudden look in his eyes, one  she could not discern.

Not that she wants to know what it meant,

 'Merlin no.'

But back to the matter at hand, while glad to get away from her sudden spiralling into her memories, or as she likes to call it: falling into the Rabbit Hole…

Valeria is not certain she prefers this to them.

Whatever this is.

Valeria is even more confused now, 

"You want me to call you by your last name?"

The man then chuckled.

Again.

What a strange man...