Rating:
R
House:
Astronomy Tower
Ships:
Original Female Witch/Tom Riddle
Characters:
Original Female Witch Tom Riddle
Genres:
Angst Romance
Era:
Tom Riddle at Hogwarts
Stats:
Published: 08/31/2006
Updated: 08/31/2006
Words: 2,552
Chapters: 1
Hits: 1,072

Seven Times a Broken Heart, Seven Times a Broken Soul

Zeehanahara

Story Summary:
Tom Riddle remembers his Hogwarts days, and remembers the girl he lusted after. Her name was Leah...

Seven Times a Broken Heart, Seven Times a Broken Soul

Posted:
08/31/2006
Hits:
1,072


Nobody in the years to come could ever remember that he, Voldemort, had loved. It was always a fact that was overlooked, a fact that people felt didn't go with the rest of his personality.

A very long time ago, he had fallen in love. It was before he'd become Voldemort, before he became inhuman, before his soul was torn apart into seven pieces. Seven pieces, because of all the times he'd had his heart broken by her.

She was beautiful. Wonderfully pure, with dark hair and even darker eyes. She was so skinny that every one of her bones was dangerously visible under her thin - stretched pale skin. Her complexion was milky white, her lips always painted blood red. Sometimes, he wondered if it was really blood, because it was such a perfect match to the colour.

Her name was Leah.

When he was eleven, he'd noticed her getting off the Hogwarts Express. Her hair was pulled back into a braid, showing off three piercings in each ear. Silver rings next to the black hair, he'd thought it was beautiful even then. They were sorted into the same house - Slytherin. She sat next to him, and he tried to remember her name - the professer had called it only moments before - but he couldn't.

"Hello, Tom Riddle," she said. Her voice was harsh and cold. He'd never heard that tone of voice before in a girl. The eyes flashed at him, darker than midnight.

"Tell me your name," Tom said.

"Leah."

He ran the name over in his mind, and found himself wondering what she thought of him.

***

He lusted after her for years. In fifth year, he asked her out.

"Leah."

"Tom."

"What am I to you?" he asked.

She laughed. The sound sent up hairs on the back of his neck.

"Well?"

"I think that you're pretty."

"Pretty?" He was almost angered by the response. Tom didn't want to be pretty, he wanted to be dangerous, he wanted to be feared, he wanted power.

"Tom, I don't like you, if that's what you're trying to ask me. And I'm not about to go out with you, if that's what you want." Her voice was so cold, so emotionless, that he almost cried.

***

Later that year, he made a second stab. He'd already managed to find the anagram hidden in his name - Lord Voldemort. But to Leah, he was still Tom Riddle, still the boy that had asked her of her name at their first feast.

Tom managed to catch her alone, in the changing rooms, after Quidditch. She was half dressed, her clothes barely hanging on to her bony frame. When she saw him, she stopped dressing and turned to face him.

"Not very brave, Tom."

"I wasn't trying to be brave."

He walked towards her, sure that his heart was about to burst.

She saw the lust in his eyes, and didn't back away.

Slowly, he backed her up against a wall, until her back was touching the cold concrete walls. Leah was still looking at him, her eyes dark and emotionless - no, he saw that there was something else there, he saw that she was interested, unafraid of what was to come.

"If you want me, take me."

Tom needed no further invitation. He flung himself at her, lunged like a lion towards its' prey. She caught him in her arms, and they kissed. The kiss was slow, deliberate. His hands wandered up her bare back, glancing on rib bones beneath skin.

She broke their passion, and looked at him. That single look was enough to send him reeling backwards in fear.

"That was a pretty kiss. Don't do it like that again. I like my kisses harder."

She was grinning, and he felt his heart break again, watching her smile and remembering their kiss, their stolen moment.

"Leah, please..."

It was exactly what she wanted, him begging at her feet.

"Tom. Get over yourself. Forget me."

"I can't. There's nobody else I could ever love."

"You're pathetic." She left him kneeling on the stone.

***

The next time he made a move, it was more violent than the others. He wanted to make her feel how he'd felt for the last six years.

Tom followed her one night when she walked out of the castle alone. She was not walking with any destination, for she kept changing direction, and her paces were slow and measured.

When he was within six feet of her, he jumped towards her, and knocked her to the ground.

They rolled, Leah fighting him all the way. Tom fought back, his nails scraping at her pale skin. She bit his collarbone with a sudden fierceness, and he gave a yell.

"Crybaby," she whispered vhelmently.

Tom shoved her down again and lay on her, feeling her breathing heavily beneath his weight. He bent down and kissed her brutally. She responded, biting his lip hard. He tasted blood in his mouth, salty and metallic on his tounge. They rolled again, the grass soft beneath their bodies.

Her hands wandered down to his trousers - she could feel his hardness against her stomach, he was sure. Deftly, she undid his fly and pulled down her skirt.

He had never been this close to her before. He'd been closer with other girls, other slags that had taken his fancy. But not Leah. He'd never felt his hips on her bony limbs.

Tom stopped kissing her for a moment, to look down on her face. She looked up at him, and then, grabbing his shoulders, rolled him so that she was the one who was straddling him. His hair was wet from the grass that he was lying on.

When she finally lowered herself down onto him, he groaned and twisted, throwing her down to the ground and realigning their bodies as they moved.

At last, he rolled off her, filled with a savage happiness. Tom looked at Leah, and she reached out her thin fingers and wiped her bony hand across his lips. When she took the hand away, it was streaked with blood - his lip was bleeding. Leah pulled up her skirt and got to her feet.

"Getting better, Tom. But still nowhere near as good as you could be."

How did she managed to pierce his heart, shatter it, every time she spoke?

***

As the weather grew colder, as September moved slowly towards December, Tom became more depressed as he watched Leah - she found herself a boyfriend, and every time she saw him, she would make a show of making out with her guy - some twit named David. As the months rolled past, Tom took to stalking them - watching their every move when they were together. Once, he even managed to corner David, pressed him up against a wall and held his wand to his throat.

"You stay away from Leah," he said, his voice a deadly whisper.

David looked at him, his eyes dead and emotionless. There was no fear in any part of his body.

"Did you hear me? Stay away from Leah! She's mine, and she always will be!"

"I heard you. But, if you didn't notice, she's in love with me, not some loser like you." The words were spat out at him.

"I'll get you back, David. I'll make you wish that you'd never been born..."

He ran then, ran as fast as he could. The stone corridors lead him towards the doom that he controlled.

It was then that he remembered that David was a half - blood.

He slowed, and even as he slowed, he called to his friend, his beast, the snake of a thousand years that dwelled beneath the castle - only he could control it, only he could make fear shake in the hearts of the brave.

He would make David feel fear, feel sorrow, feel loss.

Tom arrived at his destination, and pushed open the door to the girls' toilets. He raced to the taps, and watched, eager, as his snake emerged.

Suddenly, a movement alerted him that he was not alone. He watched as a girl opened the door to one of the cubicles, and couldn't belive his luck... this would make David suffer, suffer far more than Tom had even orignally planned.

"Kill her," he hissed, voice barely a whisper.

Myrtle, David's little sister, was dead before she hit the cold flagstones.

Tom wasn't aware of the door opening behind him, but he felt Leah's eyes on his neck. The snake had already gone, and he could see how he looked, standing over the body like a killer.

He turned to face her, looking at her thin figure in the doorway, her face paler than usual, her hair thinning and dark, hanging lank over her shoulders.

She didn't scream, or cry out. Leah just stood there, looking at the body of David's sister. Then she looked at Tom, and her gaze was more capable of killing than his beloved basalisk.

"You're a bastard, Tom. I'll never love you, no matter how hard you try to get me to."

"Why?" He asked without thinking, without really wanting a reply.

"You'll never be good enough for me. You'll never understand me, you will always be beneath me... Tom, just stop trying. I don't love you, I don't love anybody. I don't even love David. I am the loveless one, and I'm not going to make an exception for you."

Tom walked out, left her there. His heart was bleeding, and tears were trickling slowly down his cheeks.

***

He asked her out after David left Hogwarts. Their conversations were always the same - they started out with a hello, and then a snarl of each others' names.

"Leah, I swear that I'm in love with you. I just can't stop thinking about you, thinking about how we could be together, how great we could be! Please, Leah, give me a chance, a chance to prove myself to you."

"Tom, I swear I hate you! You know what I'm gonna say to you, I don't know why you still ask me."

"I ask because I have to know, and I ask because I want to ask, and because I want you to say yes."

"Yes to love when I don't have any to give?"

"I can love for both of us!" His voice was growing frantic, he could hear himself pleading with her.

"Nobody can love for me, Tom. Get over me, because you're never going to have me."

"I've already had you once."

She lunged at him, smacked him so hard across the face that he thought he heard bones crack in her hand.

"You'll never have me again." Her voice was angry, violent. He loved it when she got angry with him.

"Oh, I will. One day..."

She hit him again, and screamed for the common room to hear.

"I hate you! Tom Riddle, you are the bastard of the earth, you're nothing better than a rapist and a murderer!"

He could have sworn that the breaking sound he heard as she hit him a final time was not from her hand, but from his heart.

***

In their last year together at Hogwarts, Tom became obsessed with the dark arts, methods of torture. He would practice illegal curses in secret, practice them until perfection. Tom loved the power that he had over others - he had no enimies - almost everybody in the school gave him and his followers a wide berth.

Slowly, his friends found others to join their ranks, and he noticed that there were more and more couples in the group that flocked around him. Lucius Malfoy, for example, was betrothed to Narcissa Black, while her sister Bellatrix would go hand in hand with Rudolphus Lestrange.

He had once wondered how Lestrange would react if he told him that Bellatrix often came to him when she was craving a harder touch.

But Bella wasn't good enough for Tom. He still lusted after Leah, still wanted to feel her body against his.

He knew he had to get her again - he knew that he couldn't live, couldn't leave Hogwarts without feeling his lips on hers one last time.

One day, he pretended to be ill and stayed in bed. It was a Hogsmeade day, so most of his friends had gone down to the village. Personally, he hated the place - it was far too happy and jolly for his liking. Wrapped in his thoughts of Leah and the choices that would affect him for the rest of his life, he didn't hear the door of his room open.

"Hello, Tom."

He looked up, startled. She was standing there, dressed in black. The colour made her look even paler than usual.

"What do you want?" He was surprised at his tone of voice.

"I want an explanation for the last seven years."

He didn't know what to say.

"What do you mean?"

"I want to know why you've lusted after me all these years, all these times you've wanted to have me and I've said no. I want to hear why you love me."

"Why I love you?"

"That's it. Now tell me."

Tom tried to think, tried to get some form of thoughts together. But he just couldn't do it, he started rambling on about his obsession for her.

"Leah, when I first set eyes on you, I knew that I loved you... your bueaty, your smile, who you are and what you will become... I loved it all, from the minute I saw you."

"Is that you've got to say?" She came and sat on the edge of his bed.

"Yeah," he whispered, looking straight at her.

Tom sat up in bed, and leaned over Leah until their foreheads were touching. Slowly, he found the egdes of her tee-shirt, and pulled it off over her head. Her hair went static.

She lunged towards him suddenly, and kissed him hard. Her momentum threw them back down on Tom's bed, so that she way lying on him, their bare stomachs touching.

"I don't love anybody. But I do lust you."

Tom needed nothing else. They fumbled desperatley and shed themselves of clothing. Later, as Leah cried out breathlessley, Tom was sure that his heart was about to burst with joy - all the times that she had shattered it before didn't matter.

Then, she looked him in the eye and spoke.

"David was so much better than you."

He screamed at her, yelled furiously at the top of his voice. Then he flung her from his room, and turned away from the door, shaking. Tears were welling in his eyes; he wiped them away angrily.

He didn't care about her any more. But if he didn't care, why had she just broken his heart again?

***

Her body wasn't found until the next day.

She'd jumped from the Astronomy Tower at Midnight.

His name was carved into the skin of her stomach - Tom.

He cried at her funeral.

It was the last time he ever cried.

It was the last time his heart was broken.

Seven times a broken heart, seven times a broken soul...


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