I woke up fairly early the next morning. I'd had trouble sleeping again, another dream about a graveyard.
Groaning slightly I got out of bed and sloppily dressed, not carrying that my tie wasn't fully tied, and made my way out into the castle grounds.
You alright (Y/n)?
"What?"
Are you alright? You know everything okay?
"Since when did you care about me?"
Since my life relies on you not dying
"I'm alright just tired." I said yawning.
Tell me about it.
"Do you even sleep?"
One of the curses of being stuck in a teenagers head, I don't get to sleep.
"Well what do you do when I'm asleep?"
Not much, I'm just sort of there.
"Well do you get tired?"
I'll be honest I can't tell. I don't remember what it feels like to not be like this. At least this is better than the diary.
If I have to be honest in this moment I truly felt sorry for Tom, it must've been hell being stuck in a diary for fifty years, fully conscious of each and every second.
You don't need to pity me, I did it to myself, and I'd do it again... if I ever get my own body that is.
"How did you end up in the diary anyway? It's not like you just woke up there one day."
It's a long story, but yes it was my own choice... well I guess more accurately his choice.
"His choice?"
Voldemort's choice.
"Are you not Voldemort?"
In a way I am, in another way I'm not. It's confusing, even I don't understand it, I don't feel the same as I did in the diary, I have... memories, memories that aren't mine.
"Well then whose are they?"
I don't know exactly. They feel like mine, but they're just not right.
"You're not make much sense Tom." I said sighing.
You ever remember something that you don't know where it came from? Like it's someone else's memories yet they seem like they're yours.
"No I-" I stopped mid thought. "No I do, sometimes I have these memories, almost of a different life-"
A life you never lived.
"You know what I'm talking about then?"
I think I do.
"It's almost like they're memories from a different me."
We sat there in silence for a moment. The sun was fully in the sky now.
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The Weasley of Slytherin: The Goblet of Fire
Fanfiction(Y/n) Weasley, starting to feel disconnected from his family, is staring his fourth year at Hogwarts, and with that brings new adventures, new threats, and new feelings.
