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February, Black Lake
Hermione.
A week passed since Tom’s proposal to me. I was internally banging my head at how fast word traveled of our engagement. It was like Fiendfyre in a library of my precious privacy, and finally when the wizarding world was growing accustomed to my imprisonment to Riddle. I practically hide from everyone besides a rather smug Tom and the ecstatic Hodgy. I hadn’t the heart to tell Harry and Ron yet, I ‘m sure they expected it to happen eventually. We’ve known for years that Voldemort loved to be in control of every aspect his manipulative mind could comprehend. I premeditated that he would make the move to marry me somewhere within the next couple months, although I assumed he would just trick or force me into being his wife. Honestly, I knew the sharing of my essence was surely more intimate... I just didn’t expect him to propose after a rage infused battle and a simply thorough fucking. During our moment of union…after months of not feeling his magic dance across my skin, I simply forgot how good it felt to be whole again. (I conjectured that it had something to do with Tom having a part of my essence…Liar…you felt a connection way before any of this and you know it! I grimace at the eternal battle within, images of my third year, when my fingers grazed the smooth leathered cover, It sung to me! fire rushed through my veins for a millisecond and I wanted the damned journal. I’m ashamed to admit I was furious that someone nabbed the dark book, before I could, a possessed Ginny of all people. I remember feeling guilty for months afterwards. I couldn’t help the way it drew me nearer, I even tried to urge Harry to turn it in. I was mortified at the idea of betraying Harry, and for years I believed I was attracted to the lulls of dark magic, I just couldn’t control the intense itch of curiosity from skimming across Tom’s horcrux. It took me until fifth grade to understand the opportune balance of knowing both spectrums of magic.
I sigh before staring back at me the tome before me, I have read the same line for almost a minute now.
“ What’s wrong my dear? I thought you would enjoy a midnight boat ride on the lake, thanks to your blossoming Fae powers that is?”
I snap from my thoughts glancing at Riddle's lounging form, A long roll of parchment spooled beside him on the velvet pillows. Soft glowing lighting bugs littered around our boat, giving it a beautiful glowing perimeter. It was quite beautiful.
I smile as I shake my head softly, before tearing my eyes from Riddle’s raised eyebrow before quickly scanning the radius of the Black Lake; summer in the midst of February. The day after waking up engaged to Riddle, our entire bodies were intertwined, still littered with the night's battle and lovemaking. I remember staring at my left hand in alarm, memories instantly flooded my fogged head. I grew anxious and needed fresh air, so I slipped above to the frozen black lake.
There I walked across the frozen solid lake barefoot and sat on the frosted surface. I remember how hot I was, so unbearably hot… like I needed to burn away my guilt. I laid like a snow angel on the soothing ice solid lake, staring at the snowy sky as I tried to process my impending marriage to Voldemort. Instantly I’m dropped into sun-warmed waters and upon surfacing I was welcomed with the vision of a dreamy summer lake surrounded by lush flowers and high weeds. I stared perplexed before dragging Tom back to the lake to prove I wasn’t losing my sanity. He was quite irritated to be awakened from his slumber, however, upon arrival at the lake, he was in awe at the discovery. He surmised that over time my powers will strengthen, and I will discover my personal touches. When word reached of the Black Lake charmed summer whilst surrounded by thick mountains of snow; the children were ecstatic and spent their weekend enjoying the stark differences of weathers. The mermaids were internally grateful for ending their hibernation and bestowed upon me a tear for my warming summer powers. I finally had the elements needed for the alchemy…
I'm torn from my thoughts as I automatically stare at the gorgeous oval emerald wrapped around my delicate finger, the little snake matched the serpent collar beautifully, even having a microscopic emerald eye and bared fangs, I groan internally before staring back at the very same sentence about fae marriages. I was not ready for this, yes, I knew marrying Tom would put him in a somewhat false sense of security whereas planning his binding should be easier. However, I was hoping to get a few months of preparing. I mean being a captured slave to your enemy is one thing but marrying Tom Riddle was just…well, there was never going back. You know your fate, and besides, you wouldn’t want it changed given the choice.

“ Hermione you have not turned that page for five minutes now, nor do you have that spark when discovering something in your precious tomes worth your undying attention.” , Tom flicks his bone-white wand and his parchment vanishes before continuing to stare at me with a stare blank of emotion, something he did when trying to figure out the situation at hand. I shiver as he crawls towards me with impenetrable eyes.

“ Your eyes say more then you will ever tell me,” he says. His voice was void of emotion as if he was simply noting an observation.
My stomach clenches, I’ve hurt his feelings, I could just feel the controlled strain of his aura, he was getting better was controlling his raw power; as if he would construct metaphorical glass walls that would hold his dark storm of magic at bay.

“I’m just processing a lot of things Tom, I appreciate this beautiful night. I didn’t think you had a romantic bone in your body, I quite like the spontaneity of it all if I’m being frank. I mean one day we engage in an all-out battle, including scars and blood… and the next were enjoying a beautiful boat ride amidst fireflies and wine? Don’t get me wrong I enjoy taking my frustrations out on you in the arena”. I say sarcastically.

“ I would say a perfect balance then my dear. Besides, you could use the training. I was being easy on you last week.” teases Riddle.

“ Tom… I may have spoken too soon about our marriage, I …require more time.” I say smoothly, my heart beating like a rabbit in a snare.

Riddle gently grabs my chin. “My love, I am trying to be more tolerable and give you a semblance of freedom, however, there is no way we are calling off our engagement now, word has already spread. I do not think you would not like me to eradicate thousands to regain my credibility? Tom says sweetly. I growl before removing his pale hand from my face and sliding from underneath him, the boat rocks steadily on the soft waves.

“ Riddle, I’m not ready… I…you caught me in the heat of battle per say, and I felt whole… being close to you. Oh, don’t give me that smug smirk Riddle, I know you feel the same connection I can feel your response every time our magics graze.”

Riddle sits with his eyebrows furrowed as my hair sparks with gold at my rant.

“ Not to mention your letter enraged me, I wasn’t of a clear mind…. I crucioed Severus and Malfoy liked it, as if it was as common as a tickle jinx!”, I exclaim before declining the chocolate strawberries Tom was trying to pacify me with.

“ It was so alluring my love, I simply wanted to take you then and there,” Tom growls while licking his lips slowly and staring into my eyes like a predator. I clench my legs close before shivering at his raw energy.

“ Riddle I’m serious.” I hold his stare with determination, not backing down from his gaze of hunger. He eventually sighs before stalking closer.

“ Hermione you infuriating witch, I will give you a year before we marry, adequate time to be accustomed to being bound to me for an eternity to me.”
I notice his edge of sarcasm, but I bite my lip and allow him to continue. I will myself to hold back the tears on the brim of falling. I would not give him the satisfaction…He stares at my troubled eyes and then at my mane of hair, before sighing deeply and grabbing me quickly. I yelp as he embraces me in a hug! My eyes are wide with shock at this tender moment. Yes, Riddle showed his affection for me in his own well-thought-out ways, however, this was… so unlike him. I was on edge, to be honest, I accepted his twisted demeanor as was. This threw my logical side off kilter. We stood there for minutes, my curly head on his chest, I heard his heartbeat…and it sounded normal. Obviously, I muse.

“ Hermione I'm not familiar with this weak feeling of love that everyone seems to care so much about…however, I care for you immensely. I would rip the throats out of anyone who dares harm you. Believe me, I am quite annoyed that you found a way into my favor. I do figure it would have to do with your beautiful mind, your annoying loyalty to those you love, your sharp wit and fire, I haven’t entirely grown tired of your continued will to challenge me, although I’m sure in a hundred years; I’ll be consuming these very words. Hermione, I simply could not think of another woman I would want by my side beside you, binding or not…. I… would give up my life to save yours, I would come back and haunt you and anyone who dares even assume they could touch, however… Thankfully were immortal my dear. I do suppose your summer essence is warming my cold heart lioness” Tom says as he strokes my hair.

“ Do you mean it or is this your manipulation peering through?”, my voice was thick with sentiment as I try to understand his motive to tell me this? I’m pretty sure this ring was not coming off, it wouldn’t be Riddle if he did not add more constrictions if possible…not to mention this damned collar.

“ I promised that I would be more honest to you. I am insulted since I am a man of my word, although perhaps clever with my wording. Something highly valued in your Fae culture I might add my dear.” Tom ravels a single curly around his finger, before unraveling then moving onto the next springy curl he felt the need to frizz. I process his words while I finger his velvet black buttons, we were deep in thought as we listened to the summer cicada’s earthy lamentation.

“ I will still marry you… however, no more burning orphanages in your free time, find a way to relive your stress that does not involve the slaughter of humans… No more harming my friends unless heavily provoked. Please come to me and we can agree on terms adequate to their transgressions… the oblivations have to stop Tom, I don’t want to lose my memories, no matter how dark they will be... which reminds me I demand to hear you sing! I’m quite sore about losing that memory…Our wedding will be small I care not for an extravagant ceremony… Just a few intimate people and on your birthday, it will be close to the year mark and I missed your pass one. Also, this collar is gone.”

Riddle ponders my request before saying “ I will agree to everything but the removal of your collar, I’m sure in the future you will figure out a way to break it and you will never hear me sing, I would have to kill you. You shall have your blasted year, however, I don’t understand why? admit that you love me, Hermione. We both know you do, I can feel your response just like you can feel mine, my love.”, Tom kisses my curly head before continuing, “ I know you war inside with your feelings, alas no matter how much you try to theorize your feelings for me, they are still there and that’s what matters. We are fated my lioness.” Riddle rubs his thumbs across my lips as we stare at the frosted sky above.

I finally sigh and murmur.
“ I do love you, Tom. There are days where I’m ashamed of it, how could I love you when you are so… you’re my opposite in every nature… I suppose that’s why I love you… then there are days when I know I can’t change your nature, yet I don’t bloody care…I feel like we are meant to be, as if puzzles pieces. I know not if it’s the blasted prophecy or my true feelings. Either way, I do love you, Tom Riddle…and I’m sure were doomed for it.”

“ I know my love… who wants a boring love story anyway, hmm?” , chuckles Riddle while I lay in his warm arms and listen to the lulls of waves against the wooden boat.

I’m quite exhausted and before long I’m asleep instantly…I dream of nothing and I know something is not right… shouldn’t I be traveling somewhere?...
I jump with sweat-slicked skin, of course…

“Riddle what did you do?” I shake him awake and it doesn’t take long, he rubs the sleep from his eyes before smiling darkly.

“Ah I see I was correct in my assumption Hermione.” he glances at my ring before staring back at my golden eyes. I didn’t astral travel to Harry…

“I had a suspicion for a while now, you would murmur tidbits about your father’s realm in your sleep.,” he says darkly before grabbing my throat. Oh, here we go I think quickly.

“ My theory was discovered valid during Halloween; when I lured Potter to the very edge of my rune prison, I noticed a very peculiar amulet that I recognized before… on your father, Oberon in the book I gifted you. After some deep delving, I discovered that your father had the power to travel between worlds, through astral travel he could visit anyone he desired. It’s didn’t take a genius to put the two together, your father left that amulet for you. I assumed this was how you were able to communicate with Potter”, he continues to stare at me with inky eyes and I hold my gaze in anger.

I knew this was a possibility, Riddle figuring out that I had a link to my friends, however, I planned for this as I think about our journals in relief. I was learning the subtleness of this eternal game.

“ I knew you would find a way to benefit from our marriage. , I spit out in anger. Riddle growls darkly and tightens his grasp.

“Everything I said earlier was genuine Hermione, I would die for you, however not before taking a majority in my vicinity with me. Heavens me for discovering an ulterior benefit to our glorious union… after you agreed to marry me of your own free will, and verbally admitting your love for me. I finally have your mind… though it’s still impregnable I know you will always feel for me.” , he stares at my ring, before staring at my collar with dark littered eyes.

“I have your body”, he stares at my serpent collar with dark eyes. “ and lastly, your soul”, Tom connects our magic at these last words and I gasp at the raw sensation.

“You are horrible”, I mutter before trying to peer underneath the blasted ring. He just stares at my ill attempts to remove the ring.

“Hermione, I applied a rune that will stop your travels. I care not to even share that splendid mind with anyone, especially Potter… I will deal with that troublesome boy when our paths cross again…you are miforever”

Riddle lets go of my throat before apparating from the beautiful dawn approaching. I stare at the ring with mixed emotions.

That’s fine Tom, I will use our marriage on your birthday to further strengthen your binding. I knew that I sealed my fate… there was no way I would never be able to leave Tir na Nog now.

My own personal salvation and hell that I accepted.

Ginny.
This was real…I had to remind myself…I had to smell the fresh air and feel the raw sunlight to remind myself this was all tangible. I had a difficult time figuring out what was and what wasn’t anymore… that…that prison was what I remembered…a prison of my own mind.
I shiver before glancing at the group. Currently, they were discussing tactics over breakfast of grilled fish, berries, and tea. My brother was foolish to save me, he should have left me to rot. I think darkly as I stare at Ronald scarfing down his breakfast like we were home at the Burrow…I tighten my fist at the thought of easier times.
They would never understand…he would, however, he almost always understands me. I stare at Harry who catches my glance and smiles. I quickly stare back twirling my red braid through my fingers, lost once again to my dark thoughts.
This was all real…I had to remind myself…

Luna.
I was having dreams again; however, they were not clear enough to make out much. I usually just woke gagging as if I couldn’t breathe and my insides felt inflamed. Every night since walking through the portal I have had dreams of red wine and fire, of betrayal and pain…yet…I could not make sense of it all and it was utterly infuriating! I observe the boys as they go over the maps left by Oberon. Harry was adamant about being ready to bind Riddle. He would clutch the journal Hermione gave us with dear life, afraid that it would be misplaced. Ronald was even more focused, he spent the majority of his time creating complex plans of action with Harry and helping Ginny…
I stare at Ginny, she is sitting in the cottage as she refused to come outside and enjoy the sunlight. Hermione says it will take time for Ginny to become herself again, yet I feared it was more than that.
She…her eyes… they were cold. Ginny wasn’t herself anymore, she may have fooled her Gryffindor housemates, but I could sense she was broken.
Ginny must have noticed I was staring at her because she stops playing with her long fire red hair as her eyes slowly rise to mine and she stares with dark circles under her brown eyes. She must not be sleeping I think as I take in her appearance. Ginny continues to stare at my observing gaze before finally staring back at her plaited hair in boredom.
“ Luna?”
I stare at Neville, who is standing above my sun perched spot near the glimmering lake. His eyes hold concern as he hands me a plate of fish and berries.
“Your eyes were glassy over again, was it your visions?”, He sits next to me on the bank. I gratefully accept the breakfast, Ginny’s health still lingering in my mind.
“Yes, I suppose I was trying to grasp everything. I can’t fully remember what happens just that I wake up in unable to breathe. I‘m sure it will surface soon enough, however. What are Harry and Ron’s plans for today? I would like to explore the surrounding forest.”, I stare at the beautiful forest surrounded by Oberon’s cottage. Neville brightens at my last statement before taking off his trainers.
“Excellent, I would like to collect a few plants and document their properties. I found a beautiful flower similar to Lady’s Mantle… Harry and Ron were going to go over maps and eventually find a high enough place to get a good viewing, we can head off with them and search the forest?” he says before sticking his feet into the chilled waters in relief.
“Yes, I would like that, I feel that the forest is alive.”, I murmur more to myself then Neville, I’m once again lost in my thoughts as I watched the boys swim in the jeweled lake.

Riddle

Upon entering my laboratory, I notice that Severus was already here and has gotten to work behind steaming cauldrons. He seemed to be sampling the pile of silvered sands that were created months before. I give him a solemn nod before grabbing the newest complex charts added to our growing list. I quickly glance through Severus’s painstakingly thorough calculations… one mess up and it could be disastrous.
“ It seems we are ahead of schedule Severus”, I muse excitedly and watch as Severus focuses on the task at hand. I quietly observe as he drops the silvered sand into the copper cauldron, the contents turn a startling red before simmering to a silvered glow. I smile at the results.
“ Yes, my Lord. It seems that we shall be done and ready for mass production by the end of the year.”, Severus wipes the sweat from his forehead before flicking his wand and adding a stasis charm to the cauldron. “ My, Lord if I could be so daring to ask, how is Miss. Heartland faring?” , he hands me a cup of tea before preparing his own, black with a drop of cream. “ I’m sure she’s quite busy with your marriage plans, but I was more curious as too how she’s been since the Unseelie portal was opened?” , Severus eyes my movement as I ponder the question.

“ Hermione is slightly darker Severus, I do quite enjoy the change, however, I do not like the way she went about losing her naivety.” , I think about the primordial door beneath my home and my jaw clenches. “Yes, I do not like how she was discovered one bit. It’s different when I’m the one who coaxes the dark out of my lioness, however an Unseelie portal where she cannot remember what happened, not to mention the fading silver claws upon her sternum... It looks as if something attacked her”, I stare at my tea in silent thought… I needed to figure out why my ancestors gave those voices blood, too bad the blasted man’s portrait was hard to track down.

“My lord, do you think that it will get worse? Her change? When she…punished Lucius and me, her eyes were…My Lord, I have taught Miss. Heartland for seven years and I can tell you that was not her one bit. She was beyond reason...” Severus stares at my reaction, yet I show none.
We are silent for mere minutes, the only sound of bubbling potions.
“Whatever dark magic that ensnared my queen will soon be dealt with accordingly, I’m sure what tried to lay claim to her will be back and I will be ready. Enough of this discussion, unless you have direct information on how to open that damned portal.” , I sip my black tea while staring at the silver sand… the possibilities…

“ Of course, my Lord. I live to serve” he murmurs, before bowing and excusing himself.

“ Also, Severus… do keep your eyes on Professor Zabini. I have noticed his lingering gaze on Hermione for far too long.”, I turn towards the heavy rune tomb before me.
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