CHESHIRE | ❝A witch born for greatness or a monster born for destruction.❞
⤷ In which Elaena Dawson was born into lies and deceit, an inevitable doom some would say. Born into a horrid world with horrible people, yet she was pure as could be. The wi...
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PART ONE
⤷ ZERO; the tale ⤶
THERE WAS ALWAYS A HOPE that one day he would be able to spend his time freely without worrying of the next horrid thing, one day he would relax in his common room with his best friends.
As the golden trio made their way slowly up the swirled staircase, their hearts fluttering nervously. Stomach anxious as they gazed upon the door in front of them, many possibilities on their sudden visit to the headmasters office.
The three stood staring for a moment before Hermione broke the silence "Do either of you know why he wanted to see us?" Her question only received a head shake from Ron.
"We've been with you the entire time 'Mione, we're clueless." replied the red head who stared at his girl best friend with a small frown. A smirk crept up on her face as she snorted at his words.
"Right you are Ronald, absolutely clueless." she deadpanned as she turned back to the door. As he began to bicker with her, the door creaked open. Walking into the headmasters office, the airy silence chilling their bodies. Failing to notice the door closing before it shut loudly behind them, Hermione and Ron clutching each others hand in comfort.
Momentarily of course.
Finding the Gryffindor courage, Ron spoke up "Professor Dumbledore?" A small chuckle echoes the room making them all turn, looking at the said man who was indulging on a lemon drop. A whole bowl in fact, his phoenix companion Fawkes beside him.
"Apologies, for the scare." His bright blue eyes twinkled mischievously as they land on the pair whose hands were still intertwined. Immediately, Hermione flung her hand from Rons, both flushing in embarrassment.
"No problem professor." Harry began as he went to sit down in front of the man, his friends following after him. "But can I ask why you wanted to see us?" he finished making the old wizard grin lightly.
Albus Dumbledore's grin widened as he stared at the impatient chosen one. "Ah yes, but before important matter, lemon drop?" He gestured to the large crystal bowl of muggle candy to which only one reached into. The other two watching in annoyance as the red haired boy placed the candy into his mouth.
"Thanks." He said leaning back into the chair, not seeing his friends expressions. Dumbledore simple smiled before pulling a small book from his robes.
Forward and direct were not two words to describe the ancient wizard, yet here he was, getting straight to his point. "I have called for you three to tell you a little tale."
Slowly processing their headmasters words, the initial anxiety turning into disappointment. "A tale? We panicked out over a freaking tale." Harry muttered in irritation.
Staring at her friend with a glare eyes, warning him to say something stupid. Flicking his hand, staring him down. Dumbledore smiled softly at the motion. "Yes, one that could change the way you see someone. A tale that could help you in the near future."
"The future?" Dumbledore's typical behaviour came forth, confusing them greatly. A man is so brilliant, yet he could never get straight to the point.
"Yes, the tale that will help you figure out a common enemy to most." His eyes twinkled in remembrance. A fond expression falling upon his face.
"You mean Voldemort?"
The silence made his friends shuffle uncomfortably, trying their best not to flinch at the name. They tried their hardest to not show their discomfort at the mere name, but this monster was the very reason their best friends life was always in harms way. A boy whom they loved and cherished, the one who brought the trio together like glue.
Fearing the possibility that he might not be there with them, laughing and enjoying life as he should. The possibility that Voldemort would win.
"Yes, Harry." His eyes twinkled once again as he flicked through the pages of the small book. The golden trio stared at the moving picture of a smiling girl.
The girl in the picture is a beautiful and delicate looking girl. "Professor, who is that?"
"Yeah, she's alright." At Ron's words, both Hermione and Harry narrow their eyes at him, Hermione's glare more deadly. "and how did you get a picture of her so close?" His question is unanswered as the professor stares fondly at the picture.
"Her name is Elaena." Pausing as he flipped the pages. "Elaena is the only person Tom Riddle could ever love." The golden trio's eyes widened at their headmasters words. Not one time did they ever think a monster so cruel could love.
━━━━ FLIPPING THE PAGE AGAIN landing on a moving picture of Elaena Dawson and Tom Riddle, seeming to be at a dance. While Harry was similar to his younger features, his best friends gaped in shock. How this could be their common enemy, he was not as Harry described him after all this boy had a head full of hair and a nose. He was rather attractive.
"He's beautiful." Hermione whispered before coughing uncomfortably under their judging stares.
Their love full gazes shocked the three. It was like they would burn to be apart from one another. With his eyes locked with hers, a beaming smile on both of their lips as they spun around, not paying attention to anyone around them.
"The love...story of Elaena Dawson and Tom Riddle is one so epic. It'd be a shame not to hear it." Despite the hatred Albus Dumbledore felt for Lord Voldemort, it did not stop him from thinking fondly of the boy who brought a bright smile to his favourite pupil.
"As in the family of Immortals? The Joseph Dawson?" Hermione Granger often proved why she was the brightest witch in her year. Dumbledores eyes began shining at the thought of his old friend.
"Indeed. She is the youngest daughter of Joseph Dawson, and to this day, she will always be my favorite student. Very intelligent, she held herself remarkably far better than myself." There were stars in his eyes as he thought of her. "She did what many failed to do."
Harry stared at the young tom riddle with a somber expression. "And what was that, professor?" he asked wearily.
"Her heart and soul made him love her, oh he loved her." How she loved him. "How beautiful their love was."
Infuriated with her headmaster, unable to contain herself, "That's impossible!"
"What is impossible, Miss Granger?" His eyes focused on the outburst that came from the small girl.
"Everything we have ever learned about him, it's just he was the product of a love potion." Watching as her headmaster raised his wispy long eyebrows at her. "Everyone knows that a child conceived under a love potion could never feel anything, especially love."
"Perhaps a strong potion, but you see Miss granger his mother was rather weak when it came to her studies, so the side effects were rather dull. I'm surprised it worked at all." Frowning at the sad memories of his past. "He was able to show such great anger, so why not love?"
Stunned in her seat, it enables her to respond with a smart enough answer. "Though Elaena held a curse of her own, one that was passed onto her by her own mother. Maybe that's why they could only ever find true love within each other, to find comfort within each other."
Though comical for his next words, it was rather unnecessary "Professor how exactly did you get that picture? It rather personal, don't you think?" His question was once again unanswered and ignored as Albus Dumbledore began telling the tragic love story of Elaena Dawson.
