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Tom Riddle's Redemption	By : SweetHoney Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 1699 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After their classes were over, Meredith dragged Honey and Becky to the Quidditch pitch to spy on her lost love's old team. Meredith lay on her side on the bench, her temple resting on her fist, as she watched the Hufflepuffs practice.

“She does this as a ritual so she'll never forget the old days when she used to spy on Cedric,” Becky whispered to Honey. “Poor thing.” She shook her head and took out some books and a few pieces of parchment. “I always do my homework when we're up here.”

Both of her friends lost in their own world, Honey took a large book out of her bag. She opened it and stared at the photo of the boy in the book. There was no mistaking his pale skin, jet-black hair, and dark eyes. This was him. Tom Marvolo Riddle. She had found him at last after days of searching for Tommy's true identity. It wasn't quite as difficult as she’d thought it would be to find his background information. Her brain was a library in its own right. Research was simple.

She remembered when he was over her, dropping glass shards down her throat. Her view was filled by Tommy's face and the collar of a white buttoned shirt with a green and silver tie. And when he appeared to her in the Chamber of Secrets, he was wearing green and silver also. She saw him after he left the Hospital Wing, standing in the shadows observing those around him. Waiting. At first Honey didn't know what he was planning, but then she saw Tommy follow a boy and corner him. He Stunned the boy and stole his uniform. That made Honey ponder. Of all the people he could have stolen from, why did he choose someone with a Slytherin uniform?

Obviously he was a Slytherin, since he was so devoted to those colors. His House colors. Tommy was a Slytherin who knew Parseltongue or else he wouldn’t have had the ability to open the Chamber of Secrets. Honey was able to open it because, surprisingly, she could mimic the sounds he made. Parseltongue was a very uncommon skill, and was hereditary. Nearly all known Parselmouths were descended from Salazar Slytherin. If Tommy was a Parselmouth, that meant he might possibly be related to Salazar Slytherin.

Her next clue was the names he had given her: Tommy and Marvolo. Since Tommy was a far too common name, Honey turned her attention to the name Marvolo. That narrowed her list down: a Slytherin with the name Marvolo—be it his first, last, or middle name. At this point Honey got help from Hogwarts' Library to investigate the name, which brought her to Marvolo Gaunt. He’d been a Slytherin and was one of the last descendants of Salazar Slytherin. There seemed to be no resemblance between Marvolo Gaunt and her Marvolo, however. Interested in Gaunt's relation to Slytherin, Honey placed his information aside to look into further at another time.

As she flipped through the book a certain photo caught her eye. She recognized him immediately: Tom Marvolo Riddle. In the photo he was standing tall in his school robes, shoulders straight and his head held at an angle, not low, yet not high. It was as if he was trying to appear humble and shy to whoever was looking at him, but Honey saw right through his disguise.

Honey scoffed mentally as she skimmed through the words underneath the photo. Tom was a model student. A Prefect. Head Boy....how well he had them all fooled. Closing the book, Honey wondered what she could do with these details.

Watch out!

Honey stiffened as she felt a sudden chill brush her spine. Pressing the book to her chest as a shield, she glanced around. For a moment there she thought she'd heard someone say, “Watch out!” But the voice—it sounded strange, unlike any other voice she'd heard before. Yet, again, it was somehow familiar. She just couldn't place where she’d heard that voice before.

“RUN!” Meredith shouted, grabbing Honey's right ankle and pulling. Honey, who was sitting on the stand above Meredith, fell backward and her head hit the seat above her. Before she could react, Becky grabbed Honey's left arm and pulled. Honey cried out at the pain in her head and from her appendages being pulled in opposite directions. She glanced at Becky and then at Meredith, wondering what they were doing, and then turned her head and looked in front of her. That was when she saw it: a jet-black ball flying straight toward her.

Something is going to fly at you, causing death...something is going to fly at you, causing death...something is going to fly at you, causing death....

Trelawney's words echoed in the back of Honey’s mind and Honey forced them out. She wasn't going to die. She refused! After all she'd endured she was not going to die. Not like this! NO! NO! NO! She wanted to live! She deserved to live!

Honey tried to move out of the way, but Meredith and Becky were pulling her with all their strength, effectively holding her in place. Thinking quickly, Honey kicked Meredith off her leg and pushed Becky away. “NO!” she shouted. She picked up the book from the floor and swung it like a bat. The Bludger made hard contact with the book, bounced off it, and headed back to where it had originated from. Honey's hands shook as she dropped the heavy book. I'm not dead, she told herself.

She yelped when two pairs of arms surrounded her but relaxed a little bit when she registered that it was Becky and Meredith. She figured they’d been trying to save her by pulling her out of the Bludger's way, but instead they had ended up keeping her in its path. They’d meant well, but the direction of their escape route was uncoordinated.

“Oh my god!” Becky cried. She hugged Honey tightly, patting her back and head and causing Honey to wince at the tender spot there. “I was so scared for you.”

“Are you okay?” Meredith asked, looking at Honey's face.

“I'm fine,” Honey said, taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart.

“Is everyone all right?”

The three witches turned their heads and stared at the group of people in canary yellow and black uniforms. The Hufflepuff Quidditch team, holding their broomsticks at their sides, stared at them in concern.

“YOU!” Meredith accused. “You could've killed her!” She released Honey, marched angrily up to a tall blond boy with an upturned nose, and punched him in the face.

Everyone gasped, some in disapproval and some in admiration. Meredith took out her wand and was about to hex the boy when Becky suddenly screamed. All eyes turned in her direction to see her whimpering as she stared at her bloody hand. Honey grabbed Becky’s hand and Meredith rushed back to them.

“Did you cut yourself?” Honey asked.

Becky cupped Honey's face with her clean hand. “No. It's you.”

***

While in the Hospital Wing, Honey begged Madam Pomfrey and everyone else not to tell any of the teachers or her parents about her head injury. Her parents would go mad and pull her out of school, and she didn't want to leave. She most definitely wanted to stay.

Lying on the bed, Honey pulled the white sheet over her head. The sound of footsteps could be heard stomping toward her. Honey turned her head in the direction of the sound and braced herself.

“I heard a student was injured,” Honey heard Umbridge state. “A Ravenclaw was hit with a Bludger? Cracked her skull?”

“No, she fell and hit her head on the stands,” Madam Pomfrey replied. The heavy curtains rustled. “She's resting. You shouldn't disturb her.”

“I merely want to see who the student is.”

“I can give you her name.”

“Of course you will.”

Honey held her breath.

“Becky Knight,” Honey heard Becky say.

“Oh...hem...hem...and how did you get yourself into such a condition?” Umbridge asked.

“I was clumsy and tripped on my own foot.”

“Did you, now?”

“Why, yes. I fall and injure myself all the time.”

Honey blinked as Becky's voice began to fade and was replaced by a ringing noise. Honey cupped her ears to block out the sound, but it only became louder. Having had enough, she pulled the sheet off to order them to stop the ringing, but as soon as she sat up there was suddenly silence. Honey glanced at her surroundings and found that there was no trace of anyone. She was alone in the Hospital Wing. What happened? Where'd everybody go?

She pushed the rest of the sheet off and dangled her legs over the side of the bed. When her feet made contact with the cold stone floor she realized she didn't have shoes on, and she was no longer wearing her uniform. It had been replaced by a long white nightdress that reached her ankles. Did someone change my clothes without my knowledge? Was it Madam Pomfrey?

Honey noticed some gold letters stitched on the breast of the nightdress. She plucked the fabric away from her skin and read the letters upside down. MH. It must be someone's initials. Holding the fabric close to her face, she smelled the scent of roses. Her mother always smelled like roses. Staring at the letters, Honey tilted her head. MH...her mother’s maiden name was Melissa Hall. Was this her mother's nightdress? It smelled just like her mother. It must be. But why?

Honey dropped the fabric and glanced around. She wasn't in the Hospital Wing any more. In the bright moonlight shining through the window she saw that she was in her dorm room...but it wasn't her dorm room. There were differences. The position of her four-poster bed was in the left corner, the furthest from the door, and now it was right next to the door. Her nightstand was still by her bed, but her grandfather's portrait was gone.

Honey didn't have time to ponder what had happened because her legs suddenly began to move of their own accord. They were taking her toward the open door. When she passed the threshold into the darkness beyond, the floor beneath her disappeared. She was falling, descending into darkness....

***

Honey opened her eyes and turned her head to see Madam Pomfrey bent over her, gently shaking her arm.

“Are you all right?” Madam Pomfrey asked.

“Yes,” Honey replied. “Is something wrong?”

“You're bleeding profusely.” Honey touched the bandage that was wrapped around her head. It was very wet. “I need to change the bandage,” Madam Pomfrey insisted. “How are you feeling?”

“A bit light-headed.”

“You may need a blood transfusion.”

Honey reached into her pocket and produced a vial of blood and a parchment with a list of names and addresses. “It's for emergencies. If you need more blood, summon my Uncle Marc, second on the list. He's got the same blood type as me.”

As Madam Pomfrey went to work, she said, “You were asleep—you haven't moved an inch in the last four hours. If I hadn't stopped to observe you, I wouldn't have noticed.”

“My body does not move while I sleep.”

Madam Pomfrey gave her a slight nod and looked at the list. “I may need to owl your uncle after all.”

Marc Sarin arrived at Hogwarts as soon as he received the owl. He was tall with black hair, brown eyes, and skin dark as midnight. He and Honey’s father, Ben, were half-brothers. Honey's paternal grandfather had died when her father was very young. Her grandmother Abby had moved to India from England and remarried Anish Sarin, and after his death she had moved to different countries and remarried a few more times. Abby also had another son, Adam, her third and last, with blue eyes, blond hair, and pale skin. Honey’s father shared no similar features with his younger half-brothers, but they were very close to one another. If anyone were to see her father and his brothers strolling down Diagon Alley, they never would have imagined they were related.

Marc winced when he saw the bandage on Honey's head. Dropping to his knees beside her bed, he took her cold hands in his. “How are you feeling?” he asked, pulling up his sleeve for the transfusion.

“Fine. Don't worry, I've survived worse.”

Marc just gave a light chuckle. That was why Honey had chosen him in particular to come. Of all her family, he was the only one who treated her normally and gave her the space she wanted. He would be discreet and not tell anyone about this, knowing that if she’d wanted her parents to know she would have owled them as well.

She also wanted some information from him, it seemed.

“Uncle Marc, do you remember this bracelet?” Honey often asked her parents and uncle about her childhood. Since the accident, she couldn't recall many details.

“Of course I do. You’ve had that since you were ten—found it on the ground in Diagon Alley.”

“Near which shop?”

“Florean's.” Marc cocked his head. “You used to put it inside Tommy.”

“Tommy?” Honey pretended the name meant nothing to her.

“Your teddy bear. It had a zipper in the back where you put the bracelet in. You carried it everywhere.”

“Where's Tommy now?”

“You kept crying and refused to look at him when your father brought him to you in the hospital. So he put him away in the attic.”

“Will you bring him to me?”

“I suppose I can. Anything else you want?”

“Earlier I let William out in the forest. Can you bring him back to me?” Honey had removed the shrinking charm on William, which allowed him to return to his actual size of seven feet, but she was still afraid bigger animals would hurt him.

“I'll bring him to you as soon as I can."

***

Some time later, Honey felt someone's gaze on her. She opened her eyes and found Evie standing at the foot of her bed.

“Sorry if I woke you,” said Evie.

“Don't worry, you didn't,” said Honey, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What time is it?”

“It's quite early in the morning. I—I came to see how you're doing.” Evie glanced at the bandages on Honey's head. “It looks painful.”

“Not really.”

Evie fiddled with her hands, shifting her feet, and glanced awkwardly at random things. “S-sorry I haven't been around much. It’s—I—um....”

“What's the matter, Evie?”

Evie kept her head low, her long dark bangs hiding her eyes from Honey's view. “It's my O.W.L.s. I'm really behind and there's just so much information I have to cram into my head. I'm scared I won't finish all of my homework on time.”

“If it's just your O.W.L.s, I can help you with them. I've lots of free time since all of my homework is done.”

Evie's eyes widened. “What? What do you mean, you’ve finished everything already?”

“I rarely sleep. I spend most of those hours doing my homework and double-checking it.”

“Oh...well, that's terrific. I—thank you.”

A few minutes after Evie excused herself, a blond boy entered the Hospital Wing. Honey recognized him as the one Meredith had punched. The large bruise on his cheek was quite swollen.

“Hi. I'm Zacharias Smith. I'm sorry about the, um—” he cleared his throat— “the Bludger almost hitting you.”

“I accept your apology.” Honey gave him a nod as if to dismiss him, but he just stood where he was.

“I feel very guilty and I want to help you.”

Honey studied his face and body language. Sensing no sincerity from him, she was about to decline his offer when Evie returned with Meredith and Becky. Becky quickly grabbed Meredith's arm, holding her back.

“What are you doing here?” Meredith demanded, looking like she was about to attack Zacharias.

“If you must know, I came to apologize and see how Honey is doing.”

“She's fine, no thanks to you. Now leave.”

Zacharias ignored Meredith. “I want to offer you my services—walk you to class, carry your books—”

“Oh—you're offering to be her house-elf?” As soon as the words left Becky's lips Honey saw an evil glint in Meredith's eye.

“What do you say, Honey?” Meredith asked.

“No.” She couldn't have him following her around the school. What if he found out about Tommy?

Zacharias looked crestfallen but didn't give up. “I owe you a debt.”

“And you paid it with your apology,” Honey stated.

“That's not enough.”

Seeing how stubborn he was, Honey asked her friends to leave them alone for a moment so they could talk.

“What do you want?” Honey asked him. “You're sorry. I understand, but I feel you have an ulterior motive. Tell me what it is.”

Zacharias' face lost its expression of sympathy and kindness and switched to that of a calm professional. “I saw how you hit that Bludger. You have talent.”

“What you saw wasn't talent. It was an accident, a natural reaction to a life-threatening situation.”

“Be that as it may, you have a natural talent. You'd make a great Beater.”

“I've never played.”

Now that he had Honey's attention, Zacharias stepped closer. “I can teach you,” he offered.

“I don't have the strength.”

“I can give you strength training.”

“Why would you do that?”

“You'd make an excellent addition to the team.”

“Tryouts are over for Ravenclaw.”

“Not for Hufflepuff.”

Honey arched a brow. Was he proposing what she thought he was proposing?

“You want me on your team? As a Beater?”

“The way you handled that Bludger...you almost hit me. Did you know that?” A smile crossed his lips. “If we could hone your skills—”

“Give me time to think about it. I'll give you an answer soon, but not now.”

Accepting Honey's consideration, Zacharias wished her well and left.

Madam Pomfrey came to remove the bandages and examine the gash. The stitches were doing their job, but there was a bit of blood seeping out at some corners. Madam Pomfrey put a clean, fresh bandage on and told Honey to come back at the end of the day so she could examine it again and make sure it was healing properly. She discharged Honey with an order to return to the Hospital Wing if she experienced any signs of fatigue or tiredness during class. Honey agreed.

She placed her black pointed hat on her head, neatly covering the bandage, being careful not to irritate the tender spot. Her friends met up with her as she crossed the threshold and began questioning her about Zacharias. Honey told them that he’d offered to give her some Quidditch lessons, but she hadn't agreed to it yet.

Although Evie had brought Honey's bag for class, Honey excused herself to go to her room and told her friends to meet her later in the Great Hall. She had to tell her grandfather where she’d been last night. He might visit his other portraits at the house and her parents would be suspicious and come to Hogwarts and find out where she was.

“Where have you been?” he demanded as soon as he saw her.

“I was spying on Dumbledore,” Honey lied. She didn't want him to worry and wanted to please him.

“Oh, all right. So what have you learned?”

“Nothing, for now, but I've found out about his routine and I'll start from there.”

“Good, good, very good. I always knew you had it in you,” he said, as proud of her as if she had accomplished some great feat.

Honey sat down on her bed and made herself comfortable. “Why do you want him dead? Please tell me, Grandpa. I need to know the reason.”

Instead of ignoring her like he usually did, he looked as if he was actually contemplating answering.

***

Now that her grandfather had revealed the truth to her, Honey gave him her word that she'd make Dumbledore pay for what he’d done to her family. If only he had told her about it from the beginning she wouldn't have wasted so much time. With her mind set on her Headmaster's destruction, she wasn't paying attention and crashed into someone, falling to the stone floor. This just wasn't her week, was it? First the Bludger and now this!

“Are you okay?” someone asked.

“Fine,” said Honey, taking the person's hand as he helped her up. “Sorry, I wasn't paying attention.”

The boy laughed. “Me, either.”

Honey dusted herself off and looked at the boy she had bumped into. He was wearing a red and gold Gryffindor uniform and had a head of flaming-red hair and abundant freckles. Standing right next to him was another boy who looked identical to him. Honey wondered if she’d fallen and hit her head again since she appeared to be seeing double.

“I'm Fred, by the way,” one of them said.

“I'm George,” said the other.

“I'm Honey.”

“Sweet name,” they said in unison, and laughed.

“I need to lie down,” said Honey, feeling a wave of nausea wash over her. She was familiar enough with this sensation to know what she had to do to temporarily relieve it. She needed something cold to hold onto to numb the burning sting on her skin. She leaned her back against the cold stone wall and slowly slid down until her bottom touched the cold floor.

“Are you all right?” the twins asked.

Honey touched the one on her left. “Are you real?”

“Yes.”

She touched the other one. “Are you?”

“Yes.”

“What about them?” She pointed to the crowd of students walking past them as if they hadn't noticed her on the floor.

***

Fred and George Weasley glanced at one another and then at the little blonde Ravenclaw sitting on the floor. There was no one in the corridor except the three of them. “No,” they said.

“Oh. I must be hallucinating again,” she stated in an eerily calm tone. “Please take me to Madam Pomfrey.”

Both of them took her arms and helped her stand up. Her blue eyes gazed at the floor for a moment with a curious expression and then she turned to them. “If you please, can one of you carry me? I don't think I can walk in this state.”

When Fred picked Honey up her hat accidentally fell off, revealing the bloody bandage underneath. George picked up the hat and then saw her head. “Fred, what did you do to her?” he said accusingly, digging into his pockets for something as they ran to the Hospital Wing.

“I fell,” Honey answered, looking paler by the minute.

“Come on, George,” said Fred. “We need to hurry before she bleeds to death.”

“One minute. I think I can find something to—” George was cut off when Honey grabbed his collar, pulling him to her. Fred stopped running before he could fall and drop her at her sudden movement.

“Be careful! You almost stepped on him!”

“What? Who?” Fred and George looked down and saw a blue tie on the floor.

“That's mine,” said Honey. George knelt to pick it up but Honey stopped him. “Leave it. I'll come back for it later.”

Fred and George didn't argue. She needed medical attention as soon as possible. When they reached the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey took Honey from Fred's arms. There was no hesitation in her part. It was as if she had been waiting for Honey to come, or she had sized up the situation and knew what to do.

Fred and George stood outside the curtain, waiting patiently to find out if Honey was all right. It was obvious that she was injured already, and having bumped into Fred had caused her condition to worsen.

“Fred and George, was it?” they heard Honey say from behind the curtain after Madam Pomfrey left to gather supplies. The twins pulled the curtains aside and stuck their heads in. Honey lay on the bed, her hands resting at her sides. She gestured for them to come closer.

“Are there only the two of you here with me?”

“Yes,” they said.

“Is there something on my hand?”

Fred and George looked at her hand. “No,” they answered, curious as to why she was asking them such questions.

“Thank you,” Honey said to the two disfigured Trolls who were standing beside her bed. They had flaming-red hair, large marble eyes, and lopsided lips. She glanced at the numerous snakes slithering over her body and the muddy bed she was lying on. “For helping me know.”

***

As Tom muttered the incantation, he felt movement on his leg. He looked down and saw William, who had some how increased in size, slithering up his leg and coming to lie on Tom's chest. He tried to kick the snake off him but was restricted by the chains that bound him. William reared up the anterior portion of his body, extending his neck and spreading his hood.

“Get off me, you foul creature!” Tom demanded.

“You hurt my mistress!” William hissed, showing his fangs and hissing loudly.

***

“Tommy, look what I found,” Honey said in a sing-song voice. As she strolled toward him she held the fluffy brown teddy bear in front of her face. The bear's mouth began to move, its voice soft and gentle. “Don't play with them. Their parents ordered them to be nice to you because of your parents’ money. Trust me. I'm the only one who really loves you.”

Honey set the bear down and observed fully what William had done to Tommy. The left side of his neck was red and swollen, and the flesh around the bite was purple. He was twitching and coughing, choking on his own spit. He was acting as if he was going to die. But Honey knew better. He was fine. Luckily for him, her uncle had milked William earlier. His venom wasn't lethal, although it was still painful. Very painful.

“How clever of you, whispering lies in my ears while I slept.” She leaned closer, their noses almost touching. Her voice hard, devoid of emotions. “You wanted me completely dependent on you, didn't you? And I fell for it like a pathetic little puppet. You fooled a helpless little girl. Congratulations.” Honey stood back. “And it seems you have many tricks. Nice little curse you put on me. I though I was going mad for a while. Seeing things that weren't there...like back at St. Mungos.” she smiled, “All those years have taught me to be patient and observant. That was all I ever could do. Lay there and observe everyone.” She closed her eyes as she reminisced, then opened them. “I tried my best to be nice to you, but you won't behave, will you? Very well.”

She pulled up her sleeve and held her wrist out for him to see. “You could have left my corpse down here, but you came back...This was what you came back for, wasn't it?” She studied his reaction to see whether her assumptions were true. “I wonder...what would happen to you if this beautiful piece of jewelry were to....”
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