Perfidy | Tom Riddle |

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The fierce light was white almost blinding to Lyra. Her eyes squinted as she looked around to what seemed to be King's Cross? But relatively cleaner and empty. She looked down to mark her wearing a pale plain dress that stopped exactly above her knees. "What the fuck am I wearing?" she harshly spoke.

What shocked her, even more, was when she glimpsed her ankle her prominent scar was gone. All of them were. Lyra pulled up her dress to carefully observe even the deep one on her hip completely disappeared. It felt bizarre for her to see herself like this, for so long she had been used to her shattered body.

"Now why the hell are you here," A familiar voice spoke out freighting her. She looked around and her heart instantly sank.

Harry.

Unknown why she pulled her dress down and instantly sprang to his protecting arms, "I didn't know. Harry, please forgive me I had no idea. I couldn't stop him-"

Harry gripped her shoulders, "You are to be blamed for nothing. Do you understand me? Nothing here is your fault, if anything it's Malfoy's fault. To spring something like that on you with no extensive preparation whatsoever."

"Wait-," she pulled away from him, her anxious face dropped to a horrific expression, "No. No Harry why are you here? If you're here, that means he becomes the Dark Lord, it means-"

"It means nothing yet."

"He killed me, Harry, how could you possibly mean 'it means nothing yet!' I was sent back for nothing! I did nothing for months. All those lives counting on me-"

"He didn't kill you," said Harry, "Lyra I've been passively watching you from time to time and I can assure you that you did something to Tom Riddle. I can't explain it, but Tom Riddle is not Voldemort."

"Are you daft," she instantly struck the back of his head, "Were you there that night? Were you there when they slaughtered me!" She screamed hysterically at the top of her lungs.

"Why did you turn yourself in that night," Lyra struck his chest with both arms, "What made you do something so stupid!" she aggressively pushed him with all her strength, "I was alone Harry! I felt so alone! You're a selfish prick! All those miserable years everyone did everything they could to keep you alive and in one night you irretrievably ruined everything."

When she was about to strike his chest again, Harry gripped both her wrists pulling her close to his chest, "Please let me explain everything." She desperately tried to worm out of his hold but Harry merely tightened his arms round her. For moments they merely stayed in that position, Harry allowing Lyra to cry it out to calm herself down.

They sat comfortably on a small bench, Harry still trying to comfort her while he tried to carefully gather his words.

"That night when I kissed you." She felt shy upon him bringing up the event and slightly turned her head away. "When we went to sleep I saw something. I couldn't tell if it was a dream or if I was hallucinating. You were inside the Slytherin dorms, with this wide smile I hadn't seen on you. And he was there, you were there together, smiling and genuinely admiring a sort of gold locket."

"A pocket watch," she whispered out.

"As you can imagine I woke up utterly confused. Naturally, I went to the kitchens for a drink and marked the resurrection stone was sitting on the middle of the table. I thought I was still dreaming," he gaily laughed but voluntarily stopped when he marked Lyra's horrid face. Harry cleared his throat, "When I grazed it I saw Dumbledore standing across from me. He hadn't even said hello or allow me to process the fact he was standing in front of me before he told me a story that completely shocked me I had to have another drink."