The one I tried to save (Tom riddle fanfic)

𝓐 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓯𝓸𝔂 𝓔𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻

"Is there anything you wish to tell me, Sephora?"

-Albus Dumbledore

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I wandered the darkened halls of Hogwarts, feeling more like a ghost than a student. Every shadow seemed to whisper secrets, every flickering torch hinted at dangers lurking just out of sight. I was aware of the knights' presence, their eyes following my every move, though they remained just out of sight.

I made my way to the Astronomy Tower, seeking solitude and clarity. The night sky stretched out before me, vast and unending. The stars seemed indifferent to my plight, their cold light offering neither comfort nor guidance.

I wrapped my cloak tighter around me, shivering not from the cold but from the weight of my indecision. A rustle behind me made me tense, and I turned to see Abraxas Malfoy emerging from the shadows, his expression unreadable.

"Sephora," he greeted, his voice a silky whisper.

"Abraxas," I replied, my tone wary. "What do you want?"

He stepped closer, his gaze intense and a playful smile tugging at his lips. "To help you find clarity," he said, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from my face.
I took a step back, feeling the stone parapet press against my back.

 "I don't need your help," I insisted, trying to keep my voice steady.

He chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, but you do. You see, Sephora, you do need help"
I shook my head, feeling a surge of defiance. "no"
Abraxas's smile widened, and he took another step closer. "I've noticed you're changing, your unsure about everything, i don't want that to be a issue between us"

 "us? there's no us." I challenged, lifting my chin.

He sighed dramatically, as if disappointed, then leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "i feel hurt, but your mine." he whispered, his tone dripping with charm.
I backed away , my heart pounding. "Why?" I demanded. 
"Because i've claimed you" he said simply, his fingers trailing lightly down my arm. "More than you realise. And you have a choice to make."

He leaned in even closer, his lips almost brushing my ear. "Make the right one, Sephora, be mine" he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine, before turning and disappearing back into the shadows.

I stood there, the stars watching silently as the weight of my choices pressed down on me once more. The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: I could no longer stand on the sidelines.

I stood there, feeling a mixture of anger and confusion as Abraxas's words echoed in my mind. His claim over me felt suffocating, yet I couldn't deny the pull I felt towards the dark and alluring world he represented. just like tom. The Astronomy Tower, usually a place of solace, now felt like a prison.

Taking a deep breath, I decided I couldn't stay there any longer. I needed answers, but more importantly, I needed to reclaim my sense of self. I made my way back down the tower, the cold stone steps grounding me as I descended. The corridors of Hogwarts were eerily silent, amplifying the sound of my footsteps.

As I turned a corner, I nearly collided with someone. Looking up, I saw Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes staring down at me with concern.

"Sephora," he said gently, his voice a balm to my frayed nerves. "You seem troubled."I nodded, unable to hide the turmoil within me. "i'm okay." I lie, my voice trembling. 

"is there anything you wish to tell me Sephora?"

Dumbledore placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "no sir nothing.." i reply looking up with a facade of charms across my features. "Thank you, Professor," I said, feeling a small measure of hope.

He smiled kindly. "Remember, you are not alone. There are those who care about you and will support you, no matter what."

With a final nod, Dumbledore continued down the corridor, leaving me to roll my eyes at his advice. ridiculousDetermined to find my own path, I made my way to the slytheirn common room. As I entered, I was greeted by the warmth and familiarity of the room, the crackling fire casting a comforting glow. 

My roommate looked up, their faces lighting up with concern and relief. "Sephora, are you okay?" Sadie asked, her eyes filled with worry.

I managed a small smile. "I'm fine, Sadie. Just...trying to figure things out."Yasmine and Sylvia exchanged glances before Sylvia spoke up. "We're here for you, Sephora. 

Whatever you need, just say the word."

I felt a surge of gratitude for my roommates. Their unwavering support gave me the strength to face the challenges ahead. "Thank you, all of you. I just need some time to think."They nodded in understanding, giving me the space I needed.

 I found a quiet corner of the common room and sat down, letting the warmth of the fire seep into my bones. The path ahead was still uncertain, but with my friends by my side and Dumbledore's words in my heart, I felt a renewed sense of determination.

I would find my own way, free from the manipulations and claims of others. And in doing so, I would discover the true extent of my own power and the role I was meant to play in the unfolding conflict. The road would be difficult, but I was ready to face it head-on, no longer standing on the sidelines but actively shaping my own destiny.

question now seep through me.

why was Malfoy that close?

why was Malfoy saying i'm his?

Am i his?

no I'm not anyone's.

Am i? 

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authors note:

not malfoy being flirty-

word count: 916