Everything Is Green•Tom Riddle

Thirty Eight.

Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.

The world stopped spinning. Time stopped in its tracks.

Green light from the curse struck Alia Waters in her chest, knocking her backwards with all its force. The green made its way through her chest to her heart, flashing into her once red blood and stopping the thump of her heartbeat instantly. A final scream left her perfectly pink lips.

The child in her once warm arms also felt the blast of the killing curse. Her heart was stopped almost instantly, her small body turning cold, limp and heavy as she fell against her mother and made her way to the hard kitchen floor. The wood felt their cold embrace.

Mother and child fell in slow motion. The perfect image of grace, Alia's arms still wrapped lovingly around her Abellona. The child's eyes remained open, the flash of green floating over the emotion in the small eyes that resembled her father's so perfectly. The mother and child collided with the wooden floor of their kitchen with an almost graceful thud.

Thomas Marvolo Riddle's cries of pure pain resounded throughout his small home. He fell to his knees beside his fiancée and daughter, hot tears of rage and heartbreak rolling down his stone cold and pale cheeks. His hand, now cold with shock, ran over his lover's face. Her skin was cold and the blood had gone from her cheeks. Her beautiful eyes stared up at him, finding their way inside him and his split soul. Her engagement ring and the Gaunt family ring glinted on her small and pale hand.

The limp child in her arms also lay there looking up at him. Though she had her father's eyes, they had their way of reaching into him like her mother's always could. A sob choked in his throat as heavy tears rolled down his face, mixing with the raw and nearly animalistic cries that made their way from within him.

He looked down at his child and the woman who would have been his wife and felt the rage build up inside him.

Picking up his wand from the inside pocket of his blazer he wore to work he ran to his front door and tore it open. He ran through the small alley that led to his front door in what seemed to be slow motion, his footsteps resounding through the street to face the murderer.

A young man stood before him. His hair was long and tied back, his blue eyes shining through the rain that now covered Diagon Alley. His wand was now lowered, leaving himself completely unprotected and off guard.

"Beware, Tom Riddle. Beware, Lord Voldemort. Beware. You will fall eventually."

Tom felt the anger and rage boil inside of him. His blood was hot, rushing through his body like a river of deep red. He bore holes into the young man's skull as the deep animalistic growl grew inside of him.

The scream ripped its way through him and up his throat as he raised his wand, screaming the guttural incantation of the killing curse as green light flashed up around him.

The cobblestones around him blew up and billowed as dust as the young man fell to the floor. His skull cracked and the thud of his body hitting the stones fell on deaf ears.

Tom Riddle fell to the floor amidst the glass, stone and wood from the area around his house. His curse has destroyed it all in the rage that had made its way from his soul to latch onto and destroy everything it possibly could. His cry of white hot pain rang through the deserted and broken house, the pure white lace curtains blowing in the rain infested wind.

The image of Alia Waters falling to the floor in slow motion replayed itself in front of his deep green eyes as he lay there, unable to move.

Word Count: 655.
A/N: Okay, before you all get sad just know that I got very upset when writing this. Thank you for your consistent support and 70 THOUSAND READS!! I love you guys!
-Indie xo