She sat up, panting, thinking over and over, it was just a dream. (Y/n) rolled over and saw Tom sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling. Safe and sound. Malloy manor was calm and everything felt right in that instant. But she couldn't stop thinking about her dream. Was it really a dream or a premonition? She dreamt she had a child. Yet Tom and her never had any sexual intercourse. At lease for now.
She bent over and looked at her sleeping beau. His chocolate curls were messy and resting on his forehead. His skin was pale and it glowed under the moonlight that shine through the window. He buried his nose in the blankets, and in that moment, she thought that everything was normal. He looked like a child, afraid to catch a cold, face under the blanket. She reached over and caressed his cheeks. It was soft yet so cold. It sent a shiver down her spine. He then flinched and slowly, started to wake up. His eyes fluttered open, and he took out his arms from the covers and rubbed his eyes.
"Is something wrong?" He asked concerned. He looked around the room to see if anything caught fire or if they were being attacked. He sighed when he realised it was nothing abnormal and it wasn't even morning. He looked at her, and gave her a little, heart warming smile.
"What's on your mind (y/n)?" He questioned her. Looking at her eyes. They felt as if they looked inside her soul, judging her.
"I- I just had this... dream," she started to speak softly. He sat up, his bare chest came into view and now (y/n) had a perfect view of his perfectly traced abs, "it felt so... real." She continued.
"Tell me princess, tell me everything." He said.
After telling her about her dream and how touching and realistic it was, he simply nodded in response.
"Please tell me you won't actually kill me," she joked. He didn't say anything, he just kept staring in the empty void of the room, and turned back to look at her when he fully took everything in.
"You know I would never ever leave you right? And for Lestrange? Come on." He smiled, it reassured her that he took it the right way. Besides it was just a dream. And it made her feel good to confide in someone. Someone she trusts.
He cupped her cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss. She melted and sank into his lips. Everything finally felt right. She interrupted the kiss to take a breath and looked back into his brown piercing eyes.
"I made a vow to you remember?" He said simply. To which she nodded and smiled at him again. She knew she had fallen head over heels for this man for a reason. And she knew why. He made her feel like the most special girl on earth.
"Good morning, fellow Death Eaters." Tom spoke loudly, his voice resonated in the hall. They just finished eating breakfast served by elves. (y/n) was seated across Theodora, and next to her was Malfoy. Along side, all the fellow and loyal followers of Tom. She leaned back in her chair and listened to Tom talk about their plans for today and tasks he addressed.
"Knowing that we aren't welcomed anymore at Hogwarts, and we can't apparate anywhere near the premises, the only choice we have left is to roam the wizarding world and create the most chaos possible."
At his words, the group chuckled, some smiled and some let out some squeals of happiness. (y/n) on the contrary wasn't in the mood of doing anything that required her to get out of the manor. She just wanted to explore the house and see the secrets it held. Tom read her thoughts and knew what she was thinking. He dismissed the crew and when everyone went their own way. He approached her and gave her an embrace. Tom gave (y/n) a small peck on her forehead and whispered sweet words to her,
"What do you want to do today darling?" He asked her, he held her hand and led them out the door. It was a chilly morning, everything felt cold, after she performed a horcrux ritual. But Tom was always there to warm her heart. "I just want to be wherever you are." She spoke. "Let me take you somewhere," he said, and she just nodded and put her trust in this man.
"Alright, open your eyes."
They were standing at the edge of a cliff that opened a view to an angry roaring sea. The rocks below them were gigantic and she felt as if she bent over a little bit more, she would fall to her death. She looked in front of her more. She sighed and breathed in the fresh air, that blew in her hair. It felt nice. She turned her head to see Tom looking at her, the way he looked at her reminded him of the first day they ever laid eyes on each other. The day this insanity started. "It feels great, doesn't it (y/n)?"
She nodded and tilted her head to lean on his tall shoulders. "Yeah, it feels good." She answered.
"Still thinking about that dream?" Tom asked looking at the horizon in front of them. He too was probably lost in his own thoughts. He was just a teenager with the goal of conquering the world. They were just teenagers.
"I just can't shake the feeling that it somehow happened. Like seriously, it sounds crazy right? I mean, I was pregnant in the dream and you killed me. And then Dumbledore was there. It felt so Damn real Tom." She said, her voice, rose against the loud wind.
"I know (y/n), but it's just a dream." Tom whispered. She still managed to hear him despite the very very noisy gush of wind, floating and hitting their bodies.
Suddenly, something snapped behind them. Like a branch that snaps when you are calmly walking in the forest. They instantly turned around within a second holding out their wands. Ready to fight whatever was in front of them. They had each other, and that was enough. They were certainly not scared. They were just in their guards, looking for any sign of threat. Now stood in their eyesight. A cave. They could barely see the entry of the massively deep cave and the entry was gigantic. On the roof hung some stone spears that threatened to fall at any time.
"Who's there?" (y/n)'s voice echoed. Next they heard footsteps being dragged in the floors, and they rolled on rocks. It was a sound that resonated in the whole entry. Someone clearly wanted to make their presence known.
And then a face, came into sight. A man. His face was covered in slight wrinkles, and he had a bald head. The man had a white beard that was long enough to his chest. He wore a grey robe and he had a staff in his hand to support him. He had around his neck, a necklace of a snake. It seemed more like a locket. Very pale, long skinny fingers and nails. He had slim eyes that gave him an evil glance. He stopped in front of us and gave us this crooked smile.
"Oh Tom," he started in a broken voice, it looked like he had just woken up, "don't you recognize me?"
Tom glanced at (y/n) with a confused look, but nevertheless, he straightened his hand and pointed his wand out even more. Tom fell silent and didn't answer the man.
"You really don't recognize me? What a shame, I thought you would know what your great great great grandfather looked like." He sighed. The man took a few steps forward, but the couple remained still. "Lower those wands kids, it's really unnecessary."
Looking at at each other, (y/n) nodded over to Tom, and all of the sudden her eyes glowed a bright red, to remind him, that even without a wand, if he tried to attack them, she was ready to fight. Tom nodded in response, lightly relaxing.
"Are you sure you got the right Tom?" He asked carefully, his voice cold.
The old man sneered and looked him in the eyes.
"Well there's only one Tom Marvolo Riddle right?"
He then turned around at (y/n) and looked at her up and down, as if he just noticed she was there. He bowed his head lightly as if he played her his respects.
Then, he stretched out his arms and walked over to Tom to give him and embrace.
"Ah, I wished I could've seen my boy sooner." He sighed. Tom looked over at (y/n) and mouthed, who is this lunatic?
"Oh Tom, you really are clueless aren't you? This lunatic has a name. And my name is Salazar Slytherin." He finally said.
(y/n) gasped softly as realization hit her. Of course! He looked familiar from all the portraits at school.
He turned at (y/n) and shook her hand, "I knew your great great grandmother, Wanda. She was the most brillant witch, witchcraft ever saw. Too bad we lost her so young." (y/n) simply smiled and tried to hide her sadness.
"Well, all things aside, how is my Dark Lord and Lady doing?" Slytherin asked with a smirk.
