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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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Chapter List
- 1-Tom Riddle's Redemption
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Something had to be done about Tommy, Honey concluded as she scrubbed the solution into her hair. He was at it again.

During Herbology that morning, Honey's head had began to itch. She ignored it as much as she could and kept her hands busy to prevent herself from scratching. When she could no longer handle the irritation she went to Professor Sprout for assistance. Alone with Professor Sprout in her office, Honey parted her hair and asked her what she saw. Honey wanted to be certain that it was not her imagination again. Professor Sprout gasped and informed her that they were bed bugs. She gave Honey a solution to get rid of them and excused her for the rest of class so she could go wash her hair. Before she left, Honey got Professor Sprout's word that she would keep this matter private.

After Honey was done scrubbing the insects off, she went to her room. On her way she passed the other girls she shared the room with. Unlike Evie, they never spoke to her nor acknowledged her presence. They were a small group that kept to themselves.

Honey went to her trunk and took out some parchment and a quill. Usually she would ignore the illusions Tommy made her see and continue with her day. Suddenly, things had gotten physical. Today she had bed bugs sucking her blood; no doubt tomorrow she would be spitting out cockroaches.

That day when she had confronted him about the bracelet he was cool and detached, giving nothing away. If she hadn't known what he was capable of she would have believed him. Although he was quite unbalanced, he displayed a great amount of control over himself. This made him very dangerous. Honey believed that his magic was much more powerful than she'd thought before. He knew wandless magic and she had a feeling he knew non-verbal magic as well. Keeping him imprisoned in the Chamber of Secrets seemed useless if he could put curses on her and disrupt her day. She needed to restrain him with a different method. A method that would render him powerless.

Fortunately, Honey's grandma Abby had a fondness for Aurors, having married two of them. When her husbands passed away Abby inherited all of their possessions, which included many items from their Auror days. Maybe there was something they had that Honey could use. Finishing the letter addressed to her grandma, Honey went to the Owlery. She wrote her first name on the envelope in large print to show her grandmother that it was an urgent matter and she should reply to Honey's request as soon as possible.

Back in her room she took out the crystal necklace and examined it once again. Placing the crystal on her bed she took a book out from under her bed and opened it to the page where she had placed a bookmark. The page had a drawing of crystals similar to hers, and underneath was a description of their magical properties. The crystals can be enchanted to imprison spirits or spirit-like beings inside...once the victim is trapped inside the crystal they are temporary disabled...Although the victim can not see, he or she still has the ability to communicate with a person by whom the crystal is worn. The victim can hear everything that the wearer does. If the crystal is not worn, the victim is encased in silence. That explained how Tommy knew information about her. He could hear her while she wore the crystal around her neck.

Honey closed the book and placed it back under her bed. She grabbed her bag, ready to return to her classes, but the clock radio showed that she still had extra time so she went to the Library to gather more information about Tommy. In the Library Honey dug through the old school records looking for anything involving Tom Marvolo Riddle. She learned that Tommy had attended Hogwarts from nineteen thirty-eight to nineteen forty-five. If he attended Hogwarts in nineteen thirty-eight at the age of eleven, that made the year of his birth around ninety twenty-seven. Honey calculated the numbers in her head. If Tommy was born in ninety twenty-seven, it made him currently about sixty-eight years old.

She made a mental note of the dates for later examination, then went through more records and found more entries. As she suspected, he had been sorted into Slytherin House. Nothing exceptional happened during his first few years in school, but during the school year of nineteen forty-three Tommy received an award for special services to the school. Honey tapped the book. Nineteen forty-three was the year the Chamber of Secrets was first opened; many students were Petrified and a girl was killed. Could Tommy have had something to do with it? Honey could believe in the possibility that he was involved in the murder. He was constantly attempting to kill her, after all. Something in his cold eyes and casual manner told her that Tommy had killed before and enjoyed it.

When Honey was back in class, one question kept invading her thoughts. Was Tommy the Heir of Slytherin?

During free period Honey returned to her room. Hearing a tap on the windowsill, she opened the window to let an owl in. It dropped a miniature silver trunk in her hand and flew back out. She placed the trunk on the floor, where it enlarged and opened. Inside was a staircase. She stepped into the trunk and walked down the staircase, closing the lid behind her. There was light shining through the brick walls on both sides of the staircase. When she reached the bottom, there was a room with four brick walls and six doors, representing her grandma's six husbands. Each door had a name engraved on it. Honey went to the door with her Grandpa Benjamin's name on it out of respect. He was her paternal grandfather—one among many, but he was the first.

Warmth enveloped her as she entered the room. It was filled with shelves of books and many brilliant objects, but the one item that caught Honey's eyes was the wand in the center of the room. It was magnificent, compelling her, calling her. The glass case around it vanished as Honey reached forward and grabbed it. She felt a surge of energy course through her body. This was it, her new wand.

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Tom heard Honey's foot steps as she approached him. He paid her no attention and kept his eyes closed, pretending to sleep.

"Hi, Tommy," said Honey.

Something about her cheery tone aroused his suspicion. Tom opened one eye to look at her. She was smiling with both hands behind her back, all innocent. It was suspicious, very suspicious. She shouldn't be smiling, not after all the hexes he'd put on her.

"Someone's in a cheery mood," Tom mocked. He closed his mouth and bit his tongue to distract himself from the pain of his throat. It was still swollen from the snake bite and made it painful for him to speak.

"You're so observant," Honey teased, bringing her hand forward. "Look what my grandmother sent me."

Tom looked at the small black box with gold words engraved all over it that sat in the palm of her hand. Honey opened the box to reveal the crystal necklace on top of the velvet stuffing. She picked up the crystal and held it over him. "Say hello to your new home," she said, and released it from her hand.

"NO!" Tom screamed, just before he was sucked into it. Landing inside the crystal on his back, Tom quickly stood up and screamed, "Don't think you can keep me here long!" He knew she could not hear him, and using his voice caused him great pain, but he felt the need to scream, to vent his frustration.

"Let's see if you can bother me from in there," he heard Honey say from somewhere above him. "I'm sure you've at least heard of these. Aurors once used boxes like this to put prisoners inside while they were being transported to Azkaban from the courtroom—less resistance that way. Aurors would travel to Azkaban and unleash the prisoners. You can imagine how strong the protective magic is. You can't hex me while you're in here." There was silence and then she continued. "Over eighty years ago the Aurors had to stop using these boxes because the Wizarding world were protesting, claiming the method was inhuman. You see, there was an incident involving an Auror. He got the boxes mixed up and accidentally brought a box containing a prisoner home with him. The prisoner was barely alive by the time the Auror realized his mistake. He survived by chewing the meat from his arm...I wonder which limb you'll chew off first..." The sound of the lid closing could be heard echoing around Tom.

Panting in rage, Tom clenched his fists, willing himself to relax. Let her have her fun; sooner or later he would escape. When he did, he swore he'd make her pay and this time it'd be quick.

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Class flew by without further incident, which Honey fully enjoyed. It wasn't until she arrived at Divination that she felt anxious. So far, half of what Professor Trelawney and the cards had predicted had come true. Honey had recently consulted with the cards. Only one card was different while the others remained the same as always. The card with the green demon was gone, replaced by a card with twin jokers wearing red and white, standing back to back. They were laughing and juggling books with each other. The second card was still Death. The third was a group of Thestrals tearing the flesh off a carcass. The last was a graveyard on a moonlit night with dark clouds slowly gliding over the tombstones.

Honey took the cards with her to Divination and asked Professor Trelawney for advice. She folded, shuffled the deck of cards, and spread them on the table. This time, instead of choosing four, she chose five. One by one, Trelawney examined each of the cards carefully, from the new twin jokers to the graveyard. The last card Honey kept face-down. She wanted to wait for Trelawney's predictions before she revealed her last card.

"You're making new friends." Trelawney said, tapping the card with the twin jokers. "Energetic group...they're good for you."

Honey looked at the twins on the card. There was nothing that appeared threating about them. They did seem like they were having fun. Twins...the realization came to Honey almost too late. Twins. Fred and George. They were twins just like on the card. They must be the new friends the card was predicting. Honey knew it could have been a coincidence about the card and the twins, but it was a bit strange.

"You're being watched." Trelawney pointed at Death.

"Is it threatening?" Honey asked.

"Hard to tell, his eyes aren't open."

"What do you mean? His eyes are—" Honey looked at the card and found that Death's eyes were indeed closed.

"Closed, yes, he's sleeping."

"But his eyes were open."

Trelawney stared at Honey through her large glasses. "What did they look like?"

"Hollowed, pale, and exhausted."

Trelawney turned to the card and looked it over. "He's tired. Sleeping. You're safe for now." Her gaze moved to the next card. "You've seen death? Whose?"

"My own. I...six years ago. I witnessed my own death."

"How?"

"My reflection. I saw my reflection. While I died."

Trelawney was speechless for a moment and then moved to the next card, the graveyard on a moonlit night. It was as if she was uncomfortable talking to Honey about her experience.

"Your tombstone has carvings of hands on it." Trelawney pointed to the largest tombstone in the card. "Hands symbolize departure, leaving."

Honey looked at the card. There were seven tombstones in total—no. Honey looked again. There were eight tombstones; one was hidden among the others. How odd that she'd never noticed that last tomb and the hands before. Trelawney probably had no trouble seeing them because she had help from her glasses.

"They were commonly used during the Victorian era," Trelawney continued. "These hands are clasped."

"Does it mean anything?"

Trelawney pointed at the tombstones. "See these here? The right hand has cuffs. It means it's a man's hand. His fingers overlap the other hand. The left hand is open. It is a man holding a woman's hand. Clasped hands are symbols of a farewell or last goodbye. The person who died first holds the other's hand, guiding the other to beyond."

"Is someone waiting for me? In...in the afterlife?" asked Honey. She was both excited and afraid at the same time.

Trelawney looked downed at the card. Suddenly she jumped off her chair and took a step back as if something had startled her. "Where did you find these cards?" she demanded.

"In the village." said Honey, finding her Professor's behavior odd.

"Which village?"

"The one by the school."

"You mean Hogsmeade? When were you there?"

"The first week of class."

"The first week of class? Are you sure? It was the first week?" Trelawney pressed.

"Yes, the first week," Honey told her.

Upon hearing Honey's answer, Trelawney shook her head. "You...you couldn't have. You're not allowed to go to Hogsmeade yet—the first visit is tomorrow. You couldn't have gone there the first week!"

"Yes, I did. I went to the village with my friends." As soon as the words left Honey's mouth, Meredith, Becky, and Evie arrived. "Ask them," Honey told Trelawney.

"Girls," said Trelawney, "when is the first Hogsmeade visit scheduled?"

"Tomorrow," replied Becky.

"I can't wait to go." said Meredith. "Been dreaming about it for weeks now."

"Already got my papers signed," said Evie.

"Have you gone there before?" asked Honey, a sick feeling overcoming her. "Earlier this school year."

"No, of course not. We're not allowed to go there early."

"WIll you excuse us?" said Honey. She took Trelawney's arm and guided her away from the students who were beginning to fill the room.

"In the first week of school, I went to the village with my friends. I bought the cards from a...from a...shop, I think." Honey closed her eyes, trying to remember where she'd bought the cards, but for some unknown reason she couldn't. "What startled you? You jumped back suddenly. Why?"

"He gave you the cards," Trelawney whispered in a manner as if she was afraid someone would hear her. She pointed toward the table with the cards. "He wanted you to have them."

"Who?"

"Him."

Honey looked at the table. "You said I'm being watched. Is he watching us? Is he watching us right now?" She went to the table and picked up the card and found that Death's eyes were closed.

"What are you doing?" someone asked, startling Honey. She turned around to find Meredith behind her.

"Looking at my fortune."

"Wow, these yours?"

"Yes," Honey replied. She had been going to ask her friends if they remembered being there when she had purchased the cards, but by their reaction they didn't know anything. Which meant the trip was all in her head. Another hallucination possibly made by Tommy...or something else entirely.

"Can I play with them?" asked Evie.

Before Honey could say no, Trelawney bellowed, "Everyone to their seats!"

Honey put the cards away except for the last one, which she kept separate from the others. She wanted to look at it while she was alone.

When night fell Honey said goodnight to her friends after she made sure they were doing well with their homework. Since her other friends saw how much Evie's schoolwork was improving, they asked her to tutor them as well. Afterward, she had to meet with Zacharias for her Quidditch lessons. In the beginning Meredith had questioned Zacharias' abilities, but she quit complaining when Honey assured her that they were only flying lessons and nothing more.

During the early stage of Honey's Quidditch training she had met with many difficulties, but as weeks passed she was getting better and better. The muscles on her arms flexed as her grip tightened around the broom handle when she flew. It amazed Honey that she had muscles beneath her skin and that they were hard and lean. Before, all she'd felt was skin and bones. It was all thanks to the strict diet of protein and vegetables that Zacharias had made her follow. She supposed her previous routine hadn't shown the same results because her Healers had given her the simplest one they had. They were afraid she was too fragile to handle vigorous activities. Zacharias was different. He didn't know of her earlier condition and pushed her to her limits.

"Heads up!" Zacharias said as he threw the Quaffle to her.

Honey caught the it and threw it back to him. They were in mid-air, on their brooms. Since Honey didn't have a broom, Zacharias let her borrow one from the shed where extra ones were stored. She was also wearing a uniform and special gear that had been left by past players. There was an odd stain on them, but she didn't mind it very much.

The next time Zacharias threw the Quaffle he didn't give her a warning. Honey reached her hands out to catch it, but a miscalculation caused it to slip past her fingers. Without another thought she grabbed her broom handle and dived downward, following it. As Honey increased her speed, she felt the pressure of the cold wind battling against her. The goggles over her eyes protected her vision and allowed her to see where the Quaffle was. She scooped it up and threw it to Zacharias. Directing the broom handle upward, she attempted to fly back to her spot.

"Let me see you..."

There it was again. That voice. It was the same one she'd heard when she was on the stands. It was familiar, so familiar, yet she still couldn't place it.

"Just once..."

Honey glanced left and right. Where was that voice coming from?

"Your face..."

Honey's blurry surroundings began to clear. She was outdoors, in front of a manor and a well manicured lawn. She turned around and saw a village at the bottom of the hill she was standing on. She turned back and looked at the manor. It was large compared to the buildings below, with lights beaming through the windows. Her heart raced as she clenched the wand in her hand, and she walked toward the back entrance...
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