A lonely dark haired boy was walking swiftly down a deserted hallway.He was muttering to himself about today's potions lesson.
'Stupid Prescott, wanting us to memorize and be able to make a truth potion by Wednesday,' the boy thought to himself.
He was distracted to the point where he didn't see a young fifth-year girl walk around the corner, which led into a pretty nasty collision between the both.
"Watch where your going!!" The boy sneered as the girl struggled to remain on her feet and not drop the many books she was carrying.
" I'm sorry, I didn't see you," the girl said sweetly, then she glanced at the boy dressed in green-lined robes. Suddenly her body was gripped in a tight sensation, like her body was being transported into another time.
A middle-aged man was fighting uselessly against a snake-like man. His wand released jet after jet of red light and sweat poured down his forehead; you could hear someone stumbling up the stairs and a child's cry. At that moment, a jet of green light was pointed at the bespectacled man with hazel eyes. His lifeless body fell with a thud to the ground.
The snake-like killer made his way upstairs into what seemed to be a nursery. There was a young red-haired woman trying to calm down a hysterical child who looked like a younger version of the now deceased man lying in a heap downstairs.
Her eyes lit up with a ferocity that she never felt before, but deep inside her stomach churned in fear.
She saw the cloaked figure as he burst through the door, raising his wand to strike her and her only son. She covered her son's body when the cloaked figured muttered" Avada Kedavra" leaving a empty-stared mother in front of her wee green-eyed baby. The boy cried in fear and sadness as he tried to shake his lifeless mother who would not budge no matter how hard he shook her.
The cloaked figure turned his wand and started to mutter the dreaded curse while laughing at the boy's feeble attempts to wake his dead mother. A green-light filled the animal adorned room. There was a dreadful screaming sensation. Looking back to the nursery a young boy lied unconscious with a lightning-bolt scar on his forehead.
A scream filled the room as Voldemort was reduced to something that was alive, yet not quite, almost dead. He fled the room and burst into the streets, nothing like he had come into the tiny house in Godric's Hollow, as it read on the sign. The spirit-like creature that had once been a dreaded wizard now fled from an unseen enemy, now dethroned from his power and nothing like his old self.
Niamh Goodwill came to her senses with a startling gasp of air. She was met with an inquisitive glance from the handsome Slytherin Head Boy. Her clear-gray eyes met his icy, yet charming green eyes. Then all of sudden her premonition came haunting back to her mind. She saw those same icy-green eyes staring at the young boy with revenge in his eyes, staring triumphantly at the dead bodies of who she assumed were the dead boy's parents, and with a shiver that ran all the way through her body, she realized that the boy standing before her and the man who had killed the parents of the young boy mercilessly, were the same person.
Tom Riddle was glaring at the girl in bewilderment. "Stop staring at me you filthy blood traitor!" he said very heatedly.
"How dare you call me a blood traitor... you d-don't even know me!" she exclaimed with a glint of tears forming in her eyes. She stumbled to her feet and returned his piercing glare.
"You're half-blood yourself, what are you the only Slytherin who is not a pureblood?" Niamh asked him, and as he cringed, she realized she had found a weak point about him. She realized that he was probably very disappointed about his parentage. She actually felt bad for him. Maybe, she should tell him about her being a Seer and about her vision. ' I don't know, I'll test him to see if he deserves to know' she gave a mental sneer.
"So, are you one of those Slytherins who wants to be king of the world, or in your case queen?" She laughed. She smoothed the blue lining of her robes as she waited for him to blow, watching with satisfaction as his face grew redder and redder with each passing moment.
"Think you're so smart do you, greasy little Ravenclaw!" He smirked at her, "I'll have to add you to my hit list."
" Ha, you're so funny that I'm actually gasping for air ....Ha..Ha..Ha" she added a hand to her forehead for a dramatic effect.
"You'll regret this, stupid little know-it-all," He said as he took out his wand.
"Gonna kill me like you're going to kill the poor little boy's parents are you?" She said, her voice betraying a tiny trace of fear.
" What are you talking about... you crazy little wench," he said with a look of outrage on his face.
"I'm telling you that I'm a Seer and have seen your downfall in the future... you prat!" She said sticking her face up confidently.
"You're insane, must have stuffed too many books into your oversized head!" Tom sneered.
“ Well if you don’t believe then see for yourself!” she snidely remarked. She whipped out a mahogany wand about eleven inches, considering her tall stature, and tapped him on the head three times repeating the words “Proximo Continuum!”
Tom felt his head filling up with strange memories of stuff he had never done, he saw a strange man killing a man and a woman, then trying to kill a young boy, but somehow the young boy defeated the man and was turned into something less than a spirit. He realized that Niamh was right for the man that was murdering these people had the same eyes as him and the same birthmark on his neck, a tiny sunspot. All of sudden a gripping sensation engulfed him as if he were being squeezed through a rubber tube. He felt nauseated and started to get lightheaded. With the memory of the man fleeing from the house, he blacked out, and knew no more.
please read and review!! this story is co-authored by Liadan Lightflower!!and for those who are confused...Niamh is pronounced like you would say Neva...6th chap is slowly coming on....sorta :)