The Love Story of Harriet Potter and Tom Riddle

Chapter 124 - Avada Kedavra

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Tom hissed a great cry as he smacked painfully against the stone floor while piles of crumbling rock rained down around him.

He leapt to his feet just in time to race towards the only visible opening, a short gap between heaps of rubble.

Harriet lay there, across that impossibly wide floor, and a short distance from her, some sort of wrecked corpse.

Tom had to squint for a good few seconds before he recognized the hair and scratched face.

His eyes widened as he stared at what had become of his ill-fated daughter.

"HARRIET!" He shouted as he reached out and began to claw at the rocks in his way, "I'M COMING!"

Tom and Harriet had tumbled to the castle's lowest depths.

An easy, gaping exit waited for him on the other side, but he had no interest in leaving, his only goal was to save his mate and carry his daughter's body to safety.

His shouts failed to rouse his wife but from outside that cavernous room, the echo of his cries did manage to attract help.

"Minister....!" Hagrid blinked as he shuffled into sight.

Tom turned around to see his wife's dear friend standing there.

He had never been quite as glad to be graced with the presence of Hogwarts' half-giant.

"SHE'S TRAPPED ON THE OTHER SIDE!" Tom roared, "HELP ME!"

The wild fear in his dark eyes shocked Hagrid, who hurriedly stomped over and used his massive hands to move the stones.

Their efforts were in vain.

As they worked, the rocks around them continued to tremble and fall, but it almost seemed as if the castle purposely set out to thwart their mission.

Tom had just started to cling to his hope of rescuing Harriet when another massive slide of rock sealed the doorway between him and his wife.

Groups of stones as large as dragons fell suddenly as another room in the castle gave way.

Tom screeched out in defiance even while he saw the slide coming.

If Hagrid had not yanked the Minister for Magic away by the collar of his robes, Tom Riddle would have been ground into dust.

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Harriet opened her eyes to darkness.

For a moment, she wondered if she had died, her new environment seemed so cold and dark.

A single ray of light shone through a hairline crack between stones on the farthest wall behind her and it was by that single bit of illumination she managed to discover she was not alone in that dreadful place, at least not for the moment.

The horrors of the past could not completely sever the love she held for her children, perhaps an instinct more than a conscious emotion.

"Mae......" Harriet called as she slowly sat up, her body sore and bruised from the fall, ".........Mae?"

Lying there on the stone floor, Mae Riddle's eyes were closed.

Most of the lower portion of her body had vanished, leaving only a jagged torso behind.

Her face, damaged by the shrapnel of the crumbling castle, remained mostly beautiful, although her affected arm had been taken as well, the bloody stump by her shoulder vouching as proof.