Je' T'aime (Tom Riddle Love Story)

Keep Moving On

The pale blue curtains to my new windows in my new room flutter in the breeze, floating into the space around me. I'm just standing in the middle of the room hugging myself, looking past those curtains to the moon. That damned moon that I see too often. It used to be beautiful, back when my parents were alive and I had a normal schedule. When I wasn't transferring schools every year. When Lestat was not a part of my life.

He came one night while I was asleep. I was a defenceless six year old with a big imagination and abilities my parents desperately kept hidden. My curly blonde hair made my round face look dollish and I would often turn my hair the color green...my favorite color. Father would scream when it would happen and my mother would just stare in horror or demand I go blonde again. I didnt understand why they were always yelling at me, and I didnt know what "muggles" meant, but they never hit me and I loved them all the same.

My mother's scream woke me and I saw the flashing of lights from my father's wand reflecting off the white hallway walls. I saw a shadow of a man, or a beast, because he was a monster to me, and I hid underneath my blankets as if it were a shield. I remember my magic lashing out and slamming the door in his pale face, and my toys flew off the shelf and slammed into the door.

Lestat burst in with no trouble at all, a trickle of blood staining his lips and a vein bulging in his forehead. He flew at me with his hand reaching for my throat, but he stopped. His dead eyes stared me down as I trembled. And he called me a name. A name that probably saved my life right then.

"Claudia," he breathed, his hands tangling in my blonde curls.

I couldn't speak to correct him, nor would I if I had known better. He took me away and adopted me. He called me Claudia for weeks, until I threw a tantrum that my name was Mira and he finally accepted it.

He would never talk about her, Claudia that is. All he would say was that he would not make the same mistake as last time and turn a child so young. However, I knew my time was coming. I would be an adult soon, and Lestats biggest fear, although he would never admit to it, is to be left alone.

I only ever met Louis once, but I also knew he kept an eye on me. Making sure I was still human. He wrote to me when I was at my various wizarding schools on account that Lestat would never find out. He was a good person forced to do terrible things. The exact opposite of Lestat. Lestat chose to be awful.

But still, over the years, I have my moments where I love Lestat. He can be so fatherly when he wants to be. Not that I'd ever bring a boy home to meet him, but he has his moments.

"Are you ready for your first day at a new school?" Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Lestats cool voice travels softly to my ears from the doorway behind me. I turn to face him.

"After so many first days, it kind of loses the exciting factor."

Lestat sighs and unfolds his arms from across his chest and stands strait, pacing towards me. He pushes a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear and presses a cold, hard kiss to my temple. I always hate him doing that. He knows it freezes me half to death.

"One day you'll understand," he drawls.

"You mean when you make me like you?"

He doesn't answer, but chuckles and ruffles my hair. "Hogwarts is about to gain a very intelligent witch."

I scowl at him and turn away, heading back toward the window. I don't even hear him leave.

I sit in the window seat as my bed is brought up and then I busy myself making it when the white and blue sheets and comforter are brought up. My twelve fluffy pillows sit smartly against the headboard along with an old Raggedy Anne doll Lestat had given me for my 7th birthday.  I have lots of stuffed animals and dolls and expensive decorations from Lestat, bribes mostly, to make me love him. I have only one gift from Louis.

My hand fly's to the silver chain around my throat. It is a small silver locket with a single red Ruby in the bottom left corner. Inside was a newspaper clipping of a picture. It is of my parents, and me, taken before their deaths and my disappearance. Louis had given it to me when he came to meet me not long after Lestat abducted me. I remember him being furious and scared for me.

I haven't heard anything from Louis in such a long time...I hope he is alright.

I go to bed that night after checking that I have everything for school tomorrow. I lay in bed thinking about how the next year would play out. This is going to be my last year in school, and I have no idea what will happen to me come the summer holidays.

Will I even be alive?

Authors Note:// Hello all! I don't own anything in this story except my story line and Mira. I hope you like the cross over of Anne Rice's world and J.K Rowling's.

Thank you for giving this one a chance! I hope I can entertain the lot of you, at least a little.

There will be some romance involved in this story, and a lot of heart ache. Please let me know how I'm doing and if you like the story. Suggestions are always welcome.

Happy reading!