Je' T'aime (Tom Riddle Love Story)

When September Ends

Kings Cross station is a wonderful place full of bustling people trying to get to their destinations without incident. I look around at all the human No Maj's-or Muggles as they're called here- with envy. They know nothing of the monster and his daughter that walks amongst them. And if they did, the air would be filled with screams, instead of chatter.

Lestat walks beside me, carrying my new trunk of school supplies without effort. I am happy to let him do it as I really don't feel like lugging the heavy thing around. "What does your ticket say," he questions, peeking around the large brown leather trunk.

I look down at my ticket with my eyebrows drawn in close. "Platform 9 3/4."

Lestats bloodshot eyes narrow as if thatd make him see better. "There's platform 9, and platform 10. Are you sure it's 9 3/4?"

I glare at him and thrust the paper in his face. "It says it right there," I snip. Lestat rolls his eyes and winces as his cloak falls back, letting the sun touch his face. Instantly smoke starts to rise from his face as he struggles with the trunk. "You didn't have to come today, you know," I say sympathetically as I adjust his hood to cover his face once more.

His leather clad hands grip the trunk better as he pushes it up in his arms again and begins to walk past me. No thank you or anything. I follow after him towards platform 9 and 10, but we are at no better advantage than moments ago.

"Can you believe, Abraxas, that this is our last year at Hogwarts? Aren't you going to miss it?"

At the mention of the school I would attend, I turn towards the soft female voice who had spoken. She is a thin blonde woman with her school robes already on, and her pointed, pretty face staring up at an even blonder man with an even pointier face. Her pale eyes are wide and wavering emotionally up at the man who looks utterly exhausted.

"I suppose I might," the man drawls. "They will be the easiest years of our lives. You must understand, Lucinda, that the next few years of our lives are going to be...dangerous."

The woman wraps her arms around her abdominal as if protecting it, and it hits me that she's probably pregnant. The oversized robe and if I squint I can tell her belly is a bit rounder than is normal. "He will let us marry first, won't he? Before he takes up all your time?"

"He has agreed to that, yes," he responds with a tender tone as his long fingers cup her chin and his thumb brushes her lips.

"Hello there," Lestat interrupts them. I could kick him. But then...maybe I was being a creeper. Oops. It was just so sweet. The couple look up and the man drops his hand from his woman and takes a step in front of her.

"How do you do," The man, Abraxas, drawls. His blue eyes narrowed and boring challengingly into Lestats.

"Oh..feeling rather dead, actually," Lestat snickers. I glare at him. "I've just overheard you mention Hogwarts. Show us the way to the train."

"Don't be so demanding," I reprimand. Abraxas and Lucinda share a look, and the man leads the way toward the barrier between 9 and 10...and walks calmly right through it. I shouldn't have expected anything less magical, I muse as I chuckle and follow after Lucinda.

Lestat bids me goodbye after dealing with my trunk and assures me he would be in touch. I try to imagine him tying a letter to an owls leg and snort back a laugh. So majestic.

He leaves and I go find a compartment to sit in. I find one towards the back and settle in, pulling out a notebook full of lyrics I wrote myself, and begin to brainstorm another song waiting for the train to move. Eventually I started to lull to sleep when we did actually get going.

***

The rain beats down on the train overhead and I watch the water droplets collide with the window some hours later into the night. Theres lightning flashing outside, and the clap of thunder echoes throughout the tiny room every now and then. The wind shakes the train even more than it had been shaking initially, and if I hadn't been accustomed to awkward travelling situation I.e. Lestats arms as he zipped in and out of places, I would have been sick to my stomach.

Surprisingly, nothing about the storm scares me at all like it used to when I was little. I still have nightmares about my parents death. About Lestat trying to kill me next. The lightning and thunder have a way of reminding me about that night. Maybe it is the way the shadows dance and suddenly interrupted by light, just like my father's spells had done.

A dark cloud rises over my head, and that familiar pit in my stomach knaws it's way back. I have tried desperately to forgive Lestat, but they were my parents. It is so difficult to be greatful to be alive when the people who were supposed to show you how to live...are dead.

The compartment door opens and in slips the girl from before, Lucinda. She pauses when she sees me look up and then turns away to hide her face. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you through the window. I thought this one was empty."

"It's alright," I say. "Are you okay? You can sit down if you want."

She doesn't answer for a moment, but then rubs her eyes and nods, sitting down as far from me as she can. "I suppose I could use a friend. Abraxas and his stupid friends chased off all my conpanions. He can be a real monster sometimes."

"I know the feeling," I reply bitterly. If only she knew anything about real monsters. "Is that why you're crying," I ask, peering at her splotchy face.

"Oh, um, no. It doesn't really matter. I was just too emotional to be around his wicked friends."

"I see, well, you can sit here with me and we can possibly get to know each other? I could use a friend too."

The girl smiles at me and holds out a gloved hand. "Lucinda Sheffield, soon to be Malfoy. And you are?"

I grasp her hand firmly and shake it with a grin. "Mira De Lioncourt. It's nice to meet you, Luce."

"Luce? Hmm I like it! I think we will be good friends."