The Dragon's Rose
a/n: a day without sunshine is like... well... night.
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"I told you so." The voice echoed through out his mind, over and over, teasing and mocking his insanity.
Voldemort screamed. The phrase that kept nagging at him was from his Hogwart's days. He'd just lost his last quidditch match - to Gryffindors, no less. He remembered the smug looks on the other teams faces that day...
~flashback~
"Heheh, should've back down when we warned ya, huh, Tommy?" The Gryffindor keeper mocked.
"Yeah, we told ya so." The seeker laughed, tossing the snitch up in the air and catching it.
Tom glared at them angrily from behind his raven bangs. Clutching his broom tightly, he growled. "We'll just see about that... you may have won this time, but one day you will pay! All of you!" He shouted.
The Gryffindor team laughed. "Yeah right, Tommy. Don't you remember? This was the last quidditch match of your 7th year! You'll never get back at us now!" They said, triumphantly.
"Told ya so." One of the beaters said, and they left him alone, dark and full of wrath on the quidditch pitch.
A petite redhead ran out to him. "Tom! Tom!" She called, cheerfully.
He turned to face her. "Sartana..." He greeted her, sorrowfully.
She looked at him, concerned. "Is something wrong, Tom?" She asked, her eyes full of worry. Tom sighed, running a hand through her fiery locks of hair.
"Sartana..." He began, and a sudden pain shot through his side.
He grunted, and fell to his knees. "Stay away from me, Sartana, even you can't help me now."
His eyes flashed black, then red, then back to black. Sartana gasped, and backed away a bit. "But.. Tom!" She called out, her hand reaching down to him.
"No!" He shouted, slapping her hand away.
"No, Tom, please, I can help you!! No!! TOM!!" She cried, salty tears streaming down her face.
He disappeared.
~end flashback~
Voldemort wrinkled his nose. At the time he had just apparated to his dorm, but to their relationship it was symbolic. Evil had overcome him, he was gone.
Voldemort bit his tongue hard to keep from crying. There was nothing to be sad about. No regrets. He did this very often, lied to himself about not regretting anything that he done, or who he had hurt. It wasn't true - Tom still lived, and he carried memories of better times, with Sartana by his side.
The reason Ginny had appealed to him so was because she reminded him so much of young Sartana.
The red hair was almost enchanting, and it had lured him to Sartana, and eventually Ginny as well. Tom had a soft spot for redheads - the curls that looked like flames, ablaze in afternoon light, golds and maroons and oranges dancing about in curly tendrils flaming pale faces.
He remembered how bright a blue Sartana's eyes were, with flecks of darker indigos and lighter periwinkles - how if she was sad her eyes grew grey-blue, like a sky shrouded with clouds. Or when she was happy, they grew light and twinkled merrily, like a summery day.
Tom still lived. And he was growing stronger - and he needed Sartana. And Tom gets... what he wants.
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"You skanky ho!" High pitched shrieks and screams and squeals. Two beautiful woman wrestling in a hallway, clothes ripping, hair flying.
Oh the wonders of a catfight.
Ron stood on the very edge of the circle of students that had formed around Cheryl and Lavender's fight. He cheered for Lavender enthusiastically.
"That's it! Rip the bloody woman's hair out! Fuck yeah!"
A half naked Harry and Hermione ran by.
Half the crowd watched them in awe.
When they turned the corner, the crowd went back to cheering on the catfight.
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Harry and Hermione were running as fast as their legs could take them. As long as they could get to the common rooms and not be seen by any teachers, they'd be fine.
And then they nearly collided with Dumbledore and the Grangers, who had come as soon as they heard that Hermione had been in danger.
Hermione turned pale at the sight of her parents. Harry turned green. Mr. Granger gave him a death glare. Harry stepped back a bit.
"Is this the boy you fancy?" Mrs. Granger asked, pleasantly.
Hermione's eyes went wide. "You... could say that..." She whispered, hoarsely.
Harry screamed and ran away - Mr. Granger was too intimidating for him to handle. Hermione's father turned to her. "That's the very nice boy, huh?" He asked, skeptically, eying her lack of clothing disapprovingly.
"Daddy..." She stuttered, blushing. "It's not what it looks like... well, no, that's a lie. But Harry didn't want to. He said we should be in class. I made him snog with me, Daddy. Don't be mad with him."
She gave him big, pleading eyes.
He sighed. "All right, whatever you say. But if he breaks my daughter's heart -"
"Harry would never do something like that, Da."
"Whatever you say. Boys like him only have one thing on their minds." He warned her, giving her a chiding look.
Hermione rolled her eyes slightly.
"Da-"
"Don't Da me. Look at yourself, young lady."
Hermione looked at herself - it was true, she didn't look appropiately dressed to be arguing about Harry's intentions. Her shirt was opened, her hair mussed, her skirt crooked, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed.
Hermione pinked. "It wasn't anything bad, Daddy... just snogging." She assured him.
Mr. Granger rolled his eyes. "Oh, yes, just heavy snogging. Makes me feel so much better." He said, and Mrs. Granger nudged him.
"Now, Charles, come along, give her a break."
Mr. Granger sighed, but obeyed his wife. "Well, how've you been?" Mrs. Granger asked.
Hermione looked puzzled. "Fine.. why?"
Mr. and Mrs. Granger smiled, "We just wanted to -"Suddenly they disappeared.
Hermione gasped, and looked at Dumbledore bewilderedly. "What happened?!" She asked, shocked.
Dumbledore merely smiled. "You've just experienced one of Fred and George Weasley's newest trick. It's called The Twins' Twinner." He handed her a small ball.
"When you squeeze this and say the person's name you want duplicated, it creates their clone. They last for 10 minutes. Ingenius, really." Dumbledore mused.
Hermione smiled. "I suppose. You'll have to excuse me.." She said, and left for the common room, to fix herself up.
Dumbledore raised his hand to stop her, to tell her the news he'd just received, but he just sighed and watched her run away.
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Ron was watching with wide eyes. It was the most fantastic sight he'd even seen in his life - a catfight. He was in awe.
"Come on, Lavender!" He screamed, as she socked Cheryl in the nose.
"Go for the shirt! Rip off her shirt! We wanna see some bloody bra's, come on!!!!" Cheered on Ernie MacMillan.
Suddenly Professor McGonagall came charging in, pulling the girls apart. "What on earth do you two think you're doing?" She asked, enraged. The audience of students began to drift apart, not eager to hear McGonagall's scolding.
"Detention for both of you." She said, angrily. Ron's jaw dropped. "Oh, no, McGonagall! Lav was provoked! I saw it! It's all Cheryl's fault, I swear!"
The professor glared at him. "You saw the beginning and just watched? You didn't even try to stop them?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Detention, Mr. Weasley."
Ron's jaw dropped further - if possible. McGonagall escorted Cheryl back to the Ravenclaw Common Room.
He turned to Lavender. A look of concern flickered in his eyes, as he noticed a deep scratch on her cheek. He ran his thumb across it, wiping away the blood.
"Are you okay?" He asked, pulling her close.
She nodded numbly, resting her head on his shoulder. "In fact," she said, quietly. "I feel great. I've wanted to beat the crap out of her for years.." She confessed, and they laughed lightly.
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Harry had made it back to his dorm room, and was combing at his hair, trying to make it stay flat. No success.
The door to his room burst open and in flew Hermione. "They weren't real." She said, holding up Fred and George Weasley's Twins' Twinner. (a/n:what a mouthful.. blah)
Harry looked at her in confusion. "Who?"
"My parent's. Dumbledore was trying out Fred and George's newest trick. Duplicates people for 10 minutes. Bloody brilliant, isn't?"
Harry smirked. "Bloody brilliant is right." He agreed, taking the ball and turning it around in his hands. He set it on his dresser. "You know what else would be bloody brilliant?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist, bringing her into him.
"What?" Hermione asked, her brown eyes glimmering. He leaned and kissed her, softly and sweetly.
"Ooh." She said, giggling. "That would be bloody brilliant." The lovers kissed again.
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Sartana Pince was sitting in a tower, staring out at the grounds, lost in her thoughts again.
"Madame Pince?" A quiet voice came from behind her. The librarian turned, and noticed Parvati.
"What are you doing here?" Parvati asked. Sartana sighed deeply. "Just thinking, dear. I'll leave now, since you need the tower..." She answered, standing up and stepping towards the door.
"Well, you don't have to leave if you don't want to." Parvati said. "What were you thinking about?" She asked, curious.
Sartana toyed with the idea of telling her. She'd kept this secret to herself and Dumbledore and Tom for some time now, and it would be nice to let someone else know. But there were dangers that went with this secret - dangers that Sartana couldn't risk.
"The past, that's all." She said, trying to seem nonchalant.
"Oh... good memories?" Parvati asked, smiling brightly. Sartana's eyes darkened.
"Er... well, some of this and that..." She said, giving a weak smile. Parvati beamed. "Oh, that's really great. You can stay, I don't really need this tower. Happy memories, Madame Pince!" She said, closing the door behind her as she left.
Sartana sighed and looked out the window again, leaning out, letting the brisk wind whip at her face.
She closed her eyes, thinking of Tom, and the room was warm for a moment. She opened her eyes, revealing eyes brimming with tears, and the room turned chilly again.
"Sartana?"
She whipped around, and there was Voldemort.
Sartana trembled. Partially of fear, partially of excitement, and also for unexplainable reasons.
"Sartana... I've... I've missed you." He said, and his eyes were green. It was strange, he was Voldemort, pale and thin, but his flesh had color in it again, instead of the sallow white it was lately. His eyes were normally red, flashing with evil, but now they were green. They were the same eyes Sartana had fallen in love with so long ago.
"Tom..." She gasped, staring in disbelief. "Is... is this a dream?" She asked, shocked.
Tom shook his head. "No.." He answered, and stepped foward, and hugged her.
"Sartana... it's all over." He said, quietly.
She pulled back, looking at him, worriedly. "What do you mean?"
"Voldemort.. evil... it's over. I can't take it anymore. I just want to be with you. I'm so sorry for hurting you, Sartana." He said, his green eyes trembling.
"I want to be with you too, Tom. But...what happens now?" She asked, still trembling in surprise. Tom sighed. "I don't know, Sartana. I really don't know what to do. They have to throw me in Azkaban. It's only right. But... perhaps I could convince them... to let me stay with you, just for a little while. Oh, it's been so long." He said, miserably.
"It has indeed been long, Mr. Riddle."
The reunited lovers turned, to see Dumbledore & Cornelius Fudge, along with some men from the Ministry of Magic.
Tom looked at them sadly, realizing his fate. Sartana tighted her embrace around him, tightly. "Please, Albus... please. If you kill him, take me as well." She said, tears streaming down her face.
Dumbledore shook his head. "No, Sartana. You're innocent. You don't deserve to die. You haven't done anything wrong."
"But I love him, Albus!! And if you kill him, I'll kill myself anyways, just to be with him. You can at least do it at the same time, please, I beg you!"
Tom hugged her again, and then lightly kissed her lips.
"I have to go now, Sartana. I love you."
Sartana shook her head, screamed and gripped his arm, pulling him back. "No, no, I can't go through this again!!!" Her tears ran down her face, leaving damp rivulets.
The men from the Ministry pulled her away from Tom. She wrestled out of their grip and kissed Tom one more time. He sobbed into her shoulder.
The men pulled her away again, and she didn't resist as much. "I love you!!" She screamed, and the men pushed her out the door. She fell to the ground, her head leaning against the door.
Faint words could be heard through it, and then the shout of "Avada Kedavra!!"
Sartana screamed, crying. She stood up, and ran into the next room, another tower, over looking the grounds. She hurried to the window, leaning out.
"I'm coming, Tom." She whispered into the wind.
Then she pushed herself over the edge, and fell to her death.
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a/n: i know, i know, really dark there at the end. but love and passion and emotions can make you do many things. it can drive people crazy, to their end, like this.
personally, i think its better this way, they can be together without trouble, and sartana wont have to live with all that pain and angst any longer. all righto.
im sorry it took so long to get this chap out, ive been really lazy with it and such, but also because ive had a lot of crap in my life lately, just people, family, etc. writing the part with cheryl is weird now, because since the last chap weve kinda been okay. i dunno, life is funny like that, it throws curveballs. one minute im calling her a bitch and the next were hangin out.
yeah, no life is weird. anyways, please review!
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