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Chapter 34 � Tommy Gaunt

Bella led Ginny to the hospital
bed, �Ginny, you�ve met Tom before, haven�t you?�

She nodded, �He looks just like
he did in my dreams.� He was sweet and understanding.� We were instant friends,
and then best friends, then, well, in my dreams at least, more than friends.�

Bella and Cissy sat on the
bedside, leaving space between them for a confused ginger.�

�Let me tell you about homunculi,
and how they�re formed.�

Ginny patiently listened to the
two sisters who had intimate knowledge of the subject.� She asked insightful
questions along the way.

�The Tom Riddle that ensorcelled
me was not this Tom?� she asked, gesturing to the sleeping form on the
bed.

�No, but the homunculus had all
his memories, and mimicked him perfectly.�

�So, it was all an act?�

�Not an act, a memory.� He remembered
how to be sweet, caring and attentive, even though he, the �clone� as Harry
calls him, was incapable of those feelings.�

�What do I have to do to release
him from this curse?�

The Ladies explained the
�Sleeping Beauty� treatment.

�It�s a full, penetrative cure,
and you�ll have to be the one penetrated, well, you or some other volunteer.�
Cissy explained.

�To be most effective you will
need to be off the potion, completely.� Bella added.

Ginny shook her head, sadly.� �I
took a dose just before the Yule break,� she looked up, defiant, �well, it was cold
and I had to go back to the Burrow over the holidays and there�s no sex for me
there so I had a foursome with three of the seventh year Hufflepuffs on the
night before I left.� I like Puffs, they keep their mouth�s shut if you ask em�
to.�

Cissy stroked Ginny�s back, �No
one is judging you here, Ginny, but will you be able to content yourself with
one wizard, at least for a while?� Tommy will need you to be there for him and,
well, he is fifty years out of his time.� He�ll likely be old fashioned in some
ways.�

�I guess I could try being a one
wizard witch, for a while.� But the fact remains that I�ve still got an
effective dose of the potion.�

Cissy called her coven sister and
nurse.

Poppy offered a small, crystal
flask. �This is a powerful purgative, Miss Weasley; it will flush your body of
any and all potions.� If you decide to take it, be warned, it�s not pleasant
and it acts almost instantaneously, so you�ll need to be in, or very near, a
WC.�

Ginny took a deep breath, let it
out and asked, �Where�s the nearest loo?�

�Straight through my office,
dear.�

The youngest Weasley downed the
potion in one swallow, blinked, smiled and said, �That�s not at all unpleasant,
tastes rather like raspberry cordial . . . oh!�

Ginny ran to the loo, one hand
over her mouth, her long, red hair streaming behind her.

Poppy smiled her best �Told you
so� smile and walked casually to her private WC, picking up a bucket along the way.�

�Our Miss Weasley will be needing
this.�

The normally quiet hospital wing
was treated to the echoing sounds of Ginny Weasley voiding her bowels, bladder
and stomach, loudly.� Many times.

Millicent was nearly bent over
laughing, �How can such a little girl hold so much � she sounds like a cow
pissing on a flat rock!�

After a quarter hour of dry
heaves, Poppy led Ginny, pale, sweating and barely able to walk on shaky legs,
out of the loo, �Let�s get you cleaned up dear.� Some fruit juice and a little hot
porridge wouldn�t be amiss, either.�

The look on Poppy�s face let
everyone in the room know that the first person who found humor in Ginny�s
present state would find themselves treated to a double-dose of the same medicine.

Tracy and Daphne joined Poppy,
�We�ll do your hair and makeup, sweetie, and Megan has some nice,
not-too-conservative sleepwear that will fit you perfectly.

Ginny smiled wanly and managed a
weak, �Thanks.�

Two hours later.

A very satisfied Ginevra Weasley
walked into the curtained-off area surrounding Tom Riddle�s bed.� Her cheeks
were rosy; indeed, the blush seemed to radiate from her neck outward.� Her
tossled hair and Mona-Lisa smile screamed, �I just got shagged, but good!�

All of which was a little too
much for the Ginny Weasley on the bed to take in.

�Its okay, Ginny,� Ginny said,
�I�m you in about an hour.� While you�re here with Tommy, I�m going to be
inside his head, bringing him back from dreamland.�

Present Ginny was a little
jealous when future Ginny crawled into the bed on the other side of Tom but
then thought, how can I be jealous of myself?

Astarte fluttered down, startling
present Ginny.

�It�s okay, baby, I�m your
Dream-walker, your future self and I will be stepping into Tommy�s dreams
together.�

)O(

Ginny and Astarte found
themselves in the library.� Ginny wore a uniform that was just a little longer
in the skirt than what she was used to, but otherwise the same.� Astarte was in
her �naughty schoolgirl� uniform, with a skirt that, in most cultures, would be
considered a belt and her tight uniform top tied under her breasts - unbuttoned
to flaunt the impressive cleavage barely contained therein.

Ginny rolled her eyes, �If the
professors see your outfit you�ll spend the rest of this dream in detention.�

�Oh, naughty schoolgirl being
disciplined by the young professor, I like the sound of that.�

�What if the professor isn�t
young?�

�I�ll make him feel as if he
was.�

�What if he�s not a he?�

�I�m a goddess of sex, I go both
ways.�

�What if he�s a he and gay?�

�Then I�ll grow an impressive
todger and, top or bottom; give him the ride of his life.�

Ginny threw her hands up, �You�re
incorrigible.�

�Hey, you�re the one fucking
three Hufflepuffs at a time.�

Ginevra looked shocked.� �What
gave you that idea?�

Astarte looked at Ginny with
narrowing eyes, �You did, just before we entered Dreamscape.�

�I�ve never!�

�You most certainly have, and
often.�

�I�m no slag, I�m a good girl; I
always stop the boys before, um, before . . .�

�Okay, that�s enough!� Astarte
changed back into her goddess form and pulled the shocked little Gryffindor
into a searing kiss while wrapping her arms, wings and tail around her tightly.

In Dreamscape Astarte was more
than just a goddess; she was a Goddess with a capital �G�, omniscient and
omnipotent.� She entered Ginny�s psyche and immediately found what she was
looking for.

Small, apelike, naked and pale as
a grub, with his preternaturally long fingers in every part of Ginevra
Weasley�s heart, soul and mind, was a fragment of the monster that had become
Voldemort.

�She�s mine, and you can�t have
her!� the demonic, naked ape hissed.

�Wrong, asshole, you�re in my
realm now.�

�You can�t banish me; I control
every aspect of her being.�

�You can�t control anyone,
neither can I, for that matter.� All we can do is persuade.�

�So what if I persuade her
to stop breathing?�

�Then you suffocate.� Don�t make
threats you can�t carry out.�

Black tendrils wormed their way
above and behind Astarte as the manipulating spirit distracted her.

Poisonous coils whipped out
capturing the goddess�s neck, wrists and ankles.

�Got you, bitch!�

�Are you so sure about that?�

The coils passed through
Astarte�s body and grasped impotently in the ether where she had been.

�Poor, deluded spirit.� I�m not
really here, am I?� I know where you are, though, and that�s all I need.�

The goddess inhaled deeply and
blew out a stream of golden motes, which surrounded the manipulative parasite,
then spread to the tendrils the daemon was using to �persuade� his young
victim.� When every part of the malevolent spirit was completely gilded the
goddess clapped three times and said, �It is done.�

The manipulator hissed, and then
shrieked as he shrank to nothing.

�NOOOOOOOoooooooooo��

Astarte pulled away from the
tonsil probing kiss and watched as Ginny�s face went from shock to horror to
grief,

�Goddess, oh my Goddess, what
have I been doing?� What have I done?� My family, my parents, my reputation
. . .�

�Shush, little one, shush.� It�s
okay.� What�s past is past.� What matters is what your do with your life now.�
Be the Ginevra Weasley everyone knows you can be.� Anyone who brings up your
aberrant behavior, well, lets just say they have to go to sleep sometimes, and
I�ll be waiting for them!�

�Cissy and Bella told me about
Horcruxes, was that . . . thing in me a Horcrux?�

�Not really.� More of a
�whore-maker,� it fed on your libido, and amplified your natural urges.� It was
a copy of a copy, an echo�s reverberation.�

�Am I truly free of it?�

�Yes, your mind is completely
your own now, sweetie, for the first time since you were twelve years old.�

She bowed her head, �Half the
boys in Hogwarts have known me.� I can�t face them everyday; I�ll need to drop
out of school.�

�No, because I�m going to make
sure all the boys who�ve ever taken advantage of you know what they�ve done,
and what the consequences will bit if they continue to try.� Besides, if I�m
not mistaken, you�ll have a champion at Hogwarts.�

�I can�t burden Harry with my
sordid problems.�

�Not Harry.� The goddess rounded a
towering bookshelf and pointed to a study table with a single occupant.

Fifteen-year-old Tommy Riddle.

�Why not talk to him; you already
know so much about him.�

�Don�t we have to, um, y�know . .
.�

�Shag like bunnies?�

�. . . yeah.�

�Let me tell you about Dreamscape
time . . .�

Ginevra Molly Weasley met Tom
Marvolo Riddle in the winter of 1941.� Tommy had been having the oddest feeling
that he was living the same day over and over forever until Ginny came into his
life.� That was the day he started living from one day to the next.� She was a
bright, intelligent, beautiful girl with uncanny insights concerning all things
Tommy Riddle.� They had so much in common that they liked each other
immediately, they both flew chaser for their house teams, and when Slytherin
and Gryffindor met on the pitch they agreed to fight for their houses to the
best of their abilities and still be good friends after.� This was a time when
honor outshone petty house rivalries and inter-house dating was not frowned
upon.

Spring of 1942 saw more bombs
falling on Britain in places like Bath, Canterbury and York, more relevant,
Grindlewald was firmly entrenched in Europe and was poised to invade magical Britain.

Random curses in the form of
demonic blitzes were terrorizing magical population centers all over the Island
Nation.� Ottery St. Catchpole was devastated by a blast that killed nearly a
quarter of the mage population.

Tom comforted Ginny as she
grieved the loss of her grandparents.

�Tom, please, I don�t want to die
a virgin, do you?�

Any other teenaged boy would have
jumped at the chance to dip his wick in the beautiful little witch, but, though
sorely tempted, Tom was made of sterner stuff.

�I will stand between you and anyone
or anything that would hurt you, my Ginny.� When the danger has passed we will
be together, as we were always meant to be.� I love you.� I�ve loved you from
the day I first saw you in the library.�

Dreamscape time fast forwarded to
the summer of Forty-five.� Grindlewald was defeated, victory in Europe, victory
in Asia!

Ginny all but threw Tommy on the
picnic blanket, straddled him and said, �Now, Tommy, and I mean right now!�

�Only if you promise to marry
me!�

�Oh, yes, yes,
yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes!�

It was awkward, fumbling, a
little painful and over too soon, but as Tommy Riddle spurt, spurt, spurt into
Ginny�s receptive womb he found himself naked, laying in a hospital bed, with
the girl of his dreams lying atop him, her nightdress askew.� He realized that
his John-Thomas was embedded deeply in her soft, warm sex.

�That was amazing Tommy.��
Indeed, real time Ginevra had enjoyed a long, luxurious coupling with the
unconscious yet receptive Riddle.

�Ginny?�

�Yes, Tommy?�

�Where are we?�

�We�re home, Tommy my love, home
at last.�

)O(

Later that evening Dumbledore
invited the young Riddle to dinner with Ginny of course, from whom he would not
be separated.� Harry, Cissy, Bella, and Narcissa were at the long table,
Severus came in last.�

Tommy, intelligent lad that he
was, listened patiently to the story of his capture and incarceration by the
monstrosity he�d created.� He broke down, overcome by guilt and deeply ashamed
at what his creation had done.� The list of the dead was like that during the
blitz, and it was entirely his fault.

�No!� All present were
surprised at the vehemence in Snape�s voice, �most certainly not your
fault.� Anymore than it was Attila the Hun�s mother�s fault, or Hitler�s or
Grindlewald�s.

�You overcame the hellish
experiences you endured before entering the wizarding world, much the same as
someone else I know.�

All eyes turned to Harry.

�But I was a right bastard at the
orphanage.� Tommy said, looking askance at Ginny.

�What would your life have been
like if you weren�t?� she asked, holding his hand tightly.

�They, the older boys, would have
eaten me alive.� His voice became a frightened whisper, �They would have used
me like a girl.�

Dumbledore spoke up, �When you
came here to Hogwarts, you put away your old ways and fought hard to better
yourself � you impressed all your teachers with your hard work, and your willingness
to learn and to help others better themselves.

�When you transferred your
memories into the creature you�d created, he, the homunculus, chose to dwell on
the negative aspects of his psyche and used them to shape his destiny.�

Tommy turned tortured eyes to the
Headmaster. �He�s still out there, isn�t he?�

�Yes.� Greatly weakened, without
followers or resources, but yes, Voldemort is still with us.�

�Call him by his name,
Headmaster, Tom Riddle.� I for one will never use that name again.�� He thought
for a moment and said, �Please, Headmaster, may I be called, instead, by my
mother�s name, Gaunt.� Tommy Gaunt.�

Dumbledore nodded, �A good
choice, and one, I think, that will bring honor back to that name.�

He summoned the bursar�s book
from its podium, opened it and, with the stroke of a quill, changed the entry.

Tommy couldn�t stop the tears.

�I was so lonely, y�know?�
I had friends, but no family.� I wanted to be part of a family so bad I could
taste it.� When I came across that text on homunculus theory I thought, �Hey,
swish and flick and Alakazam, instant brother�.�

Harry rose and extended his hand,
�Tommy, you and I both grew up in abusive homes, and we have had to fight to
survive.� It�s only through the sacrifices of our loved ones and the efforts of
our good friends that we can be who we truly are.� We have so much in common, I
feel as though we�re already brothers in all but blood.�

Tommy stood, wiped tears away
with the back of his hand and said, �My brother from another mother.�

Dumbledore, likewise, said, �I
have no grandchildren in Great Britain, and will stand for your mother�s
father.�

Narcissa stood, �I will happily
answer to Aunt Narcissa.�� She then kicked Severus under the table.

Standing painfully Snape groaned
out, �Outside of class, feel free to call me Uncle Severus.�

Narcissa smiled at her fiance, �You�re
such a good boy, you get treats.�

�Treats?�

�Later, we don�t want to
traumatize our nephew.�

Tommy turned to Ginny, �I feel so
awkward about this, on the one hand I�ve known you for years, but on the other
we�ve only been together a day, but I know I love you, and always will.� We�re
too young to marry, but,� reaching into his pocket drew out a silver ring, �will
you accept this token of my affection as a promise to ask you when it�s more
appropriate?�

He placed a simple ring on the
third finger of her right hand, the proper place for a promise ring.� He�d pounded
it by hand from a coin fifty years before.� �It�s only a shilling ring, Ginny,
but I promise to replace it later with one of gold, if you�ll still have me.�

�Only if you promise not to make
me wait another three years before making love to me again,� she said with a
wicked smile, �I�ve sampled the goods and now I want more.�

Tommy Gaunt glowed red, �Darling,
the adults . . .�

�. . . suffer from selective
hearing loss, Tommy.� Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling.

Gesturing to the ring he asked,
�May I.�

�Of course.� Ginny said,
extending her hand to the headmaster�s.

�This is remarkable; I don�t detect
any trace of spellwork.�

�No spells were used, sir, just a
shilling, a ball-peen hammer and a lot of patience.�

The old wizard raised his wand
and asked, �With your permission.�

�By all means, sir.�

The large, bulky silver ring spun
on Ginny�s finger.� The lion�s share of silver peeled off, enough to leave a
petite circle of silver on Ginny�s finger.� Dumbledore used the excess silver
to form another, more masculine, ring on which he engraved, �meus spondeo.�
(�My Promise�)

He charmed the remaining petite
ring on Ginny�s finger to match.� Then, smiling, handed her the larger ring.

�Tommy Gaunt, I accept your
pledge and ask if you would accept this, my token against the day when we may
become properly engaged?�

�Gladly, darling, gladly.�

He raised his right ring-finger
so that she could slip it on.

�You may kiss the eventual
bride.� Dumbledore said, and they did, to general applause.

�He could have hand-fasted them.�
Harry murmured to Bella, at his side.

�No, let them be kids for a while
longer.�

�He�s the same age as me.�

�Yeah, but it�s not the years,
it�s the mileage.�

)O(

Lord Voldemort, once the most
feared Dark Wizard of the 20^th century, sat in a cave huddled by his
meager fire.� His dinner, two trout stolen from an angler�s basket, slowly
roasted on greenwood skewers.

The fish weren�t the only things
in the cave doing a slow burn.�

Bellatrix and her Cossack guard had
deserted and were beyond his reach, he couldn�t summon her because she was in a
magical enclave that was too far away and too well protected.� Pettigrew was
either dead or had reverted to his rat form permanently, and, as a rat, was
unreachable.

Severus Snape stayed within the
Fidelius charmed Order Headquarters or at Hogwarts � he�d long since abandoned
trying to summon the traitor.

Everyone else was gone.� Dead or
deserted.

All he�d ever wanted to do was
take back the wizarding world for right-thinking wizards.� He would have
ushered in a millennium of peace and prosperity, the likes of which the world
had never known.

Where had it gone so terribly
wrong?

That was the easy question to
answer.

Potter.

Always Potter.

From the time he was a baby,
shielded by his mudblood mother�s sacrifice.

Take out Potter, and he could
rebuild.� It would take time, but he had his guarantors of immortality, his Horcruxes.

And as long as his �original� lay
in the sarcophagus within the cave he had an anchor to life � forever.

He turned the fish over and
tested the flesh.� Done enough.�

A simple slicing spell filleted
both trout and he considered how to eliminate the one obstacle to his return.�
The fish was good, tender and succulent; he took a large bite and swallowed a
fish-bone.

Which lodged in his throat.

He began to choke.

Grabbing a bucket he tried to
force the bone down by gulping great mouthfuls of brackish water.

Breathing became difficult as the
tender tissue of his throat began to swell from the irritating fishbone.

Voldemort panicked and began to
run helter-skelter toward the mouth of the cave, slipped and fell face first
onto the limestone floor, onto a stalagmite, which stuck his solar plexus,
forcing all the air from his lungs.

And the bone from his throat.

He stood and felt warm blood on
his chin.� Gingerly he touched his front teeth and found two of them broken,
one of the pieces imbedded in his lower lip.

If Voldemort had been capable of
tears he would have curled in a ball and wept.

As it was he screamed his
impotent rage.

No more.

Never again.

He returned to the fire and his
few remaining possessions � one of which was the forbidden tome, Magiks
Moste Darke.

Using a jagged piece of limestone,
Voldemort scratched a pentagram into the floor of the cave, which he then
encircled.

Standing in the pentagon within
the delimited pentagram he opened the book to the last page, let the blood from
his shredded lip drip onto the paper, and read the forbidden name, aloud.

�Abaddon.�

)O(

So
many Witches, so little time.

Coven
of the Four Houses Members

Gryffindor
-�

Hermione
Granger��

Minerva
McGonagall

Angelina
Johnson

Patricia
Stimpson

Alicia
Spinnet

Ravenclaw
-��

Myrtle
Malone

Luna
Lovegood��

Li
Su

Mandy
Brocklehurst

Padma
Patil��

Helena
Slytherin-Ravenclaw��

��

Slytherin
-��

Millicent
Bulstrode

Glynda
Newton��

Pansy
Parkinson

Tracey
Davis

Daphne
Greengrass

Bella
Black

Cissy
Black

Hufflepuff
-�

Susan
Bones

Hannah
Abbot�� 2

Megan
Jones

Poppy
Pomfrey joins later, Cougar minx that she is. . .

Nymphadora
Tonks jumps on at a point TBD.

The
second prophesy: �The one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord is come.� He
will wield power that the Dark Lord knows not.� The weeping virgin shall
forsake her afterlife to walk again amongst the living.� The Lady of the Loch shall surrender her age so that she may with him grow old.� One and twenty maidens
shall take up their arms and together they will destroy magic in order to save
it.� The one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord is come. . .�
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