A lone girl about the age of six stood on a dazzling beachside where the sand seemed a light pink. She had a childish grin on her face as she began to skip down to the shoreline. A shrill laugh broke through the air as the cold waves washed over her feet and down out into the midst of ocean. Her small toes left imprints in the sand as she would occasionally step upon rocks and come across shells. Sticking out from the 'pink' grains was the top of a white gleaming conch shell. The girl's little fingers wrapped themselves around the fair sized object as she drew it up to her eyes, peering in.
"Hold it to your ear honey!" an older woman watched with a loving smile from the dry sand where the water couldn't reach.
The little girl complied. She gasped as soon as a sound emitted from the shell, sounding just like the ocean. But as much as she shook the shell and looked inside, she could find no ocean.
"Why is there no ocean inside it mommy? I can hear it."
"Because it just sounds like that."
The sun was starting to set lower on the beach. The wind started to pick up blowing the two's hair all around. In the process the mother began to cough, fear setting into her daughter. She knew that whenever this happened it wasn't good, she knew her mother was sick; father said so. Father also thought it was okay to see another lady because of it. Now it was just the two of them and she was so scared to lose her mother. Adults always talked about growing up and how you then forget, she didn't want to forget though.
Darkness began to cast over the two and they're surroundings. The girl struggled to see anything around her as if walls were closing in. She called out for her mother but there was no response. The sand morphed into hard cement under her feet and the sky began to twist about. Next thing she knew the air became thick, her lungs feeling like they were closing in---
Shooting up in bed, Primrose's breathing was erratic and heavy. She looked around the dorm for signs of anyone else being awake, but there was no one in their beds. Groaning she fell back onto the mattress with her head hitting the pillow. Her mind wracked through the events of her strange dream desperately trying to retain it all, before she forgot... but she wouldn't be able to because she had been to that beach before; though she only remembered parts because she was so young.
It was so strange how parts of her life kept showing these repetitions of darkness, whether it was in her dreams or a tea cup. Prim of course believed that foreshadowing showed up in places and she caught on to those pretty well. Except there wasn't anything out of the ordinary in her life this year compared to the past ones.. except maybe Tom Riddle. As she laid in her bed it was hard not to think about him and all his mysteriousness. Yes he was a harsh person with little emotion unless he forced it, but there couldn't be anything actually bad about him.
She didn't notice them at first; but a few stray tears began to roll down her weeks, falling to the side leaving wet streaks. Wiping them away she continued to stare at the ceiling with so much confusion about life. It didn't surprise her that she woke up late and missed breakfast but she'd need to be getting to Divination rather soon. The thought of that class made her head spin even more, it made no sense. But maybe she could ask the professor if her late dreams had an importance, it seemed like right down that alley.
It was a sluggish way to start off the day as she trudged down the halls. Since getting out of bed a horrendous headache took over. Her lack of sleep was really starting to catch up now.
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Professor Heeway stood in front of her class with a strange aura. She watched as they worked with others on their basic crystal ball readings. This was what she loved to watch, but soon her attention was dragged onto young Primrose. She was a strange girl, didn't talk much, was very pretty, struggled to see the true light of Divination. But she looked down as she only stared down, deep into her eyes Heeway could see the confusion and worry masking her normal look.
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Control // Tom Riddle
FanfictionGrowing up meant realizing the imperfections of the world. The darkness that took forms in pure evil- or a mere boy. She was a simple Hufflepuff with a strong ancestry. He was the Heir of Slytherin, whom could have no love yet would still make her...