Opaque

    Once upon a time I had a dream. Every time I closed my eyes brilliant lights would surrond me. Sometimes I would see the azure sky swept out above me; other times I would simply see endless hills of emerald grass.

    I can no longer remember the joy I felt in the dream, but I can still taste the bitterness of waking up. So many feelings run through my mind and body now. Hatred, fury, disgust, and despair.

    Hatred for all the things that have happened to me. Fury at those who did them and to those who rescued me. Disgust at myself for all my jealousy and selfishness. Despair, because I know I am a broken thing.

    I see him now...every night....I close my eyes and he appears. His dark brown hair is short and curls at the back ever so slightly. His brown eyes are so opaque that they bore into my own as if he could see my soul. I awake at times scared that he has stolen my soul.

    He told me, when I was his, that he chose me. He whispered in my ear as the monster slid towards me. He told me of how he had called out the instruction to his servant to deliver him to me.

    I stared into his eyes then and made my decision. It was a short, poignant one. Something I had not thought about before, for if I had, he would have sucked it from my mind.

    My hand trembled as I reached out to brush the hair off his eyes. Then I watched, as my energy began to drain from my body, him get stronger. It would at my last conscience breath that I grabbed him around the neck and drove his lips to mine.

    I begged every magical bone in my body to leap forth and I poured what little bit was left of my heart into my tormentor. He choked on the emotion I gave him. Love, tenderness, kindness, and above all....guilt.

    His opaque eyes seemed a little clearer I noticed as I fell to the ground. As my eyes closed I smiled softly and felt him brush his lips on mine once more.

    Lord Voldemort may have no soul left, but this was Tom...my Tom. He would always carry around a small piece of mine. I willed myself to die and I gave up what was left of rational thought. I did think at one point that I should pray for Harry Potter to come and rescue the school, but found that I no longer cared. Darkness consumed me.

    When I awoke a few days later I was flabbergasted by the scene in front of me. My mother wailing in my father's arms about her baby being hurt. I vaguely remember wondering who was hurt and then realised it was me. When they realised I was awake there were many hugs and tearful reunions...on their part.

    No one bothered to look deeply enough into my eyes to see the look I was giving them. A blank, cold stare. It was not until I looked up to the doorway that I saw Lucius Malfoy walk by.

    He turned and grinned maliciously at me. I think he meant to gloat. It was then that my eyes met his. He took a step back and I knew why. He looked into my stare and found my eyes opaque.