- Rating:
- PG
- House:
- Astronomy Tower
- Characters:
- Tom Riddle Lord Voldemort
- Genres:
- Horror Romance
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Stats:
-
Published: 05/26/2003Updated: 05/26/2003Words: 551Chapters: 1Hits: 523
The Lady
purpleyin
- Story Summary:
- Everyone needs someone, even Voldemort/Tom Riddle. This is just a short fic based on what might have been of who he needed and what she was too.
- Posted:
- 05/26/2003
- Hits:
- 523
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They say everyone needs someone
Even someone like him
And he had her
Though that term is used very loosely
****
It's a mystery to any of the young initiates. They walked terrified through the great hall at his summoning. And she does his bidding for him
They look up past you, eyes on her crevasses face. Eyes watching that dark face carefully.
You can see, she's bathed in light, an incredible brightness.
But it isn't the light we know
***
She was never had
She refused
***
Not quite bad as him, but she wasn't sweet or innocent, she was evil.
Evil in her own mundane way. In her own peculiar form she made him hers.
***
Mudblood as he was, and he thought together they'd win greatness.
That her grace would become them.
King and queen of the world.
Just you and me; us versus the world now.
***
Sounds so unlike him.
Childish boyhood dreams
Foolish even.
And you have to remember we're all like that sometime
Except for her.
***
She didn't kill. But she manipulated maliciously, his heart.
As cruel as he'd ever be, but infinitely worse.
True, he kills and tortures
But the heart.
What she did
He never comes close to
And what she did
Is why he's like this uniquely
***
And you see the new servants of the lord, meant to be dark as he and to his will without fear.
And you see their pupils widen.
At the sight of her.
A dark angel, hair flowing backwards into a vortex of power that encapsulates her.
***
She said no.
Maybe she never meant it
Maybe she loved him
And loved to hate him
Because she said that was why
She could not
Because of what he was
And he replied
What you are
Made me
And
Made this
Forever
And
You forever
In the pain you created
***
So she sleeps
In his entombment
***
That column of light, it's really only pain
Hell in her cell
She writhes
She twists
She turns
screaming sometimes
Blood running freely
Naked represented
But always
It is pain
And the grey,
So you never know
You never see
Who she is
Just a lady of the abyss
***
And what makes them gasp
What makes them flee from us
Is what they've never seen
What made everyone of us become his
Was that instant
When
She looks at you
Despite she should not be able to
That in that prison she should not be capable to
She looks down upon
A speck of dust
You
Looks upon
Just another
With complete and utter understanding
Far past human knowledge
And far past
The limits of wonder
***
Everyone needs someone
***
He never got her
She's his
Always
In there
BUT
She's only hers
Even in her personal eternity
She's hers
She can choose
To look deep into who
Ever she wants
***
I pass that dark lady.
The queen of us all.
She came into the title unintentionally.
But she rules all, as she rules his heart. She decided the fate of all from that moment in the past.
***
I pass her by
Hoping this time I won't run
As I do everytime
As everyone does
Everytime
Even he
Especially him
~~~