Professor Riddle's favorite

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His figure appears in the doorway, he slowly steps into the room, almost afraid, afraid of the sight of my face, what is left of me. "I broke my promise." His gaze is focused on the window, unable to look at the condition I am in, his eyes wander to his hands, bloody, he holds his hands up as he stares at them. "No amount of blood can make up for what happened to you, no amount of death can stop my rage for what happened to you, they have awakened what you kept asleep, no one is safe anymore." His jaw clenched, he continues to stare at his hands. "Tom, look at me." His hands form fists, he stares up at the window again, he slowly shakes his head no. "It's my fault, I made a mistake, the only thing that was truly mine, the only thing that was so mine that I almost loved it." His voice gets louder with every word. "They damaged it, the thing I was proud of, because of my mistake, my fault." His voice booms through the room. "Tom, please." Tears roll down my cheeks, other tears that he normally causes. "I can't look at you, I can't face what I did to you." His chest falls with every breath, his hands glow, the room spins, as if my whole body is being pulled in and apart. The entire room moves like a whirlpool while a large white cloud revolves around us, the more he raises his arms, the deeper we drown together in the whirlpool. "Tom, what's happening?" The room changes slowly, different images appear at the same time, he throws his arms down with a jerk and I sit in the classroom, the classroom in Hogwarts, but not on the school desks, behind the desk, I can see myself next to Ginny, I see Hermoine, Draco, Pansy. I look from his perspective, these are his memories, his eyes are on me, I laugh and I feel warm, not just warm but like I'm on fire. "That's why I hate your smile." Unable to talk, I look at Tom who is standing with his back to me along the bed and then back to myself, laughing, not knowing what I would get into a few days later, not knowing what game is about to turn my life upside down. He raises his arms and the room starts to rotate again, my hair blows from the wind he creates, his back is still turned to me, I watch how the room slowly turns into the courtyard. I see myself sitting on the bench the night Draco left me alone and went on patrol with Pansy. Slowly I get closer through Tom's thoughts while my heart starts to pound, the lamp falls and I turn around, I look up anxiously, I can remember exactly how I felt at that moment. "The night I realized you were going to be my problem." He raises his hands and claps them together above his head, the image disappears and like a wave the white cloud disappears as quickly as it came. "I watched you sleep, made sure you were safe every day, made sure nothing happened, but I failed." I slowly crawl to the edge of the bed and place my hand on his back. "I will not stop until I know for sure that every man who has touched you or looked at you is dead, I will exterminate anyone who even speaks of this, I will avenge your name until my dying breath, you are mine, my most precious possession , no one, absolutely no one will ever touch you again." I take his hand and close mine around it, I slowly pull him towards me and lay my head against his stomach, he puts his hand on my head while he continues to stare into space. As if I am finally free and can cry, all emotions are released, I don't have to be strong anymore, I can finally cry, he won't blame me this time. As unsafe as he is, I feel safe in his presence, he did not abandon me, he came back for me. He cared enough about me to come back and save me, like I can't see how I got into the situation, like I can't think straight in his presence, the anger I felt towards him is gone, I want to be with him, his protection, he's all I need. His fingers rub through my hair, I will never be more than his possession but that's okay, I don't have to be more as long as I'm his. "Lie down, you need to rest." Sobbing, I lie down on the bed, my face to the window, the moon in my face, slowly he disappears from my view. A cold arm slowly under my head, while another cold arm is thrown over my waist. A smile through the tears, knowing how much effort this is costing him, how much he is fighting with himself at the moment, I take his hand in mine. His cold feels like warmth, his anger like peace, his fear like happiness, he will never be mine as I am his but this is all I need. My eyes grow heavy and close slowly, sheltered in evil itself, loved by a curse, bound by fear to being infinitely alone.