His Mark [Tom Riddle's son] DISCONTINUED

Strangely familiar

His Mark
[Knowledge is Power]

27th August  2018
Monday

Aileen

He stood there, brows furrowed, eyes squinted, with a death grip on his concealed wand.

Yes, Aileen Garrick Ollivander was at a loss of what to do, and that for the first time in his life.

Aileen had always loved the Muggles more ‘up to date’ clothing fashion, so it was no wonder that he found himself in King's Road surrounded by the hustle and bustle of London…

What was however quite odd, was the fact that he felt like someone was following him.

At first he had thought that it was Aberforth trying to play a trick on him, it wouldn't have been the first time that one of his friends tried something like this just for kicks.

For some reason they enjoyed getting a reaction out of him, since he apparently acted way too proper for their liking.

After none of his Ravenclaw friends burst out from the shadows, Aileen began to think of who else could be following him.

Cordelia came to mind, but he quickly banished that thought, her mother would certainly disapprove of her having any more Muggle contact than absolutely necessary.

Ms. Yaxley, had been nothing but pleasant towards him the few times that they had Interacted the last two years, seeming purposely avoiding any kind of topics that could seem too controversial.

Those and other thoughts ran through Aileen's mind as he entered Starbucks to take cover from the now pouring rain, it had been over thirty minutes that he felt like someone was following him, and he wasn't about to stand there and wait.

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Little over ten minutes had past as someone made their way to the back of the shop where I was sitting, and sat down opposite of me.

The first thing I could see as I lifted my gaze from the random muggle newspaper article laying before me, was long silver-blond hair with blue tips, followed by an obsidian-black robe, and pale skin.

As my calculating gaze slowly wandered upwards, I found myself looking eyes with a stranger, yet the feeling of familiarity that hit me once my mismatched eyes looked with the girls dark brown ones, was unlike anything I've ever experienced so far.

As I slowly took in the hint of red in her dark eyes, I was hit with yet another feeling so far unknown to me, the feeling of being with family.

The girl sitting opposite me smiled bitterly, a mixture of hope, longing, triumph, and envy could be felt from her- or was it me?

Our emotions seemed to stare at each other, rounding up on one another, like two snakes in a cage trying to figure out who was the weaker link.

Just as her emotional embodiment of the sapphire snake set of to strike, something stirred awake at the back of my mind, and lashed back at her with full force.

Something that I had long since forgotten popped into my mind; father's diary.

I had spent endless nights trying to extract the last miserable traces of fathers shredded soul, magic, and memories and adding them to myself, in hopes of somehow using it at later time. And it seemed like all the effort was proving rather useful at the moment.

And then it all vanished, it was as if she had given up…

No, not given up, I realised as her bitter smile turned into a hopeful one.