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I was curled into the corner of my bedroom in my own house, my parents downstairs were dead, my little brother lay silent on the bed and he looked at me with such an unfeeling expression that my entire heart cracked within me. Why was he doing this? I just didn’t understand. I wanted to run, I wanted to hide or scream or apperate away from him but my body had frozen…all I could do was let silent tears roll down my face as I croaked out his name. It was quieter than I had thought and more frightened than I wanted but he heard and turned as soon as he did.
“That is not my name,” he hissed under his breath as he ran a hand through his hair before turning back to me and pointing his wand at my throat, “you lied to me.” His voice was full of the poison of hatred and in my heart I knew it was all my fault my family was dead, I should never have brought him here. A heavy feeling of guilt settled in the pit of my stomach but I couldn’t tear my thoughts from the man that stood above me.
“No,” I cried in protest, my voice thick with tears, “no I didn’t.” I knew I was right but he wouldn’t listen, he never listened when it came to this particular subject. He never cared to listen when he had his mind set on something that was not what he was like, it had never been what he was like.
“You said you were a pureblood and now I find out you are nothing but a filthy mudblood!” he spat at me, his voice full of betrayal and anger. I shook my head harder and almost screamed back.
“I never lied! I am not a ‘mudblood’ I am a half blood, it is only my mother that is a muggle!”
“It is bad enough!”
“You had no right to murder them! To murder Ethan,” I motioned to the poor lifeless body of my seven-year-old brother and burst into a fresh torrent of tears and in that second I witness a miracle.
He looked at me and cracked. His face broke and his eyes dimmed. He looked sorry and even upset. I had never seen him look like that. Bending down slowly he took my face in my hands and kissed my lips gently, letting our tears mingle on our cheeks. He was crying, he was crying because of me. Breaking the kiss he pushed strands of brown hair from my face and looked me straight in the eye.
“Olivia, I can’t be who you want me to be,” his voice cracked, “I wish I could, but I just can’t.”
“I just wanted you to be you,” I whispered back staring at the boy I had fallen in love with and who had broken my heart. “I have never wanted you to be anything else and you know that.” I knew I had pierced him, I knew he felt guilty for ever having done me harm, I could see it in his eyes, those big loving eyes that I had woken up to on many a morning. The big eyes that had laughed as I had snuck back out of the boy’s dormitories and into my own bed the following morning. The big eyes that had stared at me across the classroom and had whispered I love you just from a single look.
He gathered me up in his arms and I curled myself into him, laying my head on his shoulder, relishing this last moment with him, knowing that it would never be the same again. I needed him to hold me one last time before the reality of the situation caught up with me. I knew I should hate him, I did hate him, he had taken my family from me, the only family I had. My little brother, my mum and dad, the people I loved. But he was a drug. He was the one thing I knew I could never live without and I loved him with every cell in my body. Every part of me screamed that I needed him and it was this realisation, that I loved a monster but it was impossible to stop, that made me cling to him tighter.
He rocked me gently as I cried into his robes, my makeup streaming down my pale face. I knew what was going to happen and I knew why it was going to happen. I knew it had to happen. I wouldn’t be able to live with him, but I couldn’t even comprehend living without him.
“Olivia,” he said gently, I could hear the tears in his voice and my hands tightened their hold on his robes, “I told you yesterday I would never do anything to hurt you, that I would love you and look after you and never put you in danger.” I looked up at him as he kissed my forehead.
“No,” he replied gently, “I’m doing this so you never have to hurt again, so my life wont drag down yours. I never meant to…I never wanted to hurt you, you mean the world to me Olivia, you are the only person I have ever loved and I need you to know that my world without you will be…” He couldn’t finish his sentence. I took in a deep breath as he pointed his wand to my chest, tears flowing from his eyes as he kissed me one last time. It was hard and passionate and I kissed him back. He broke of and traced a finger around my cheek while I took in everything I loved about him, the deep brown eyes, the tanned skin, the dark hair that fell around his face and the smile that he kept only for me.
“I love you,” he whispered into my hair.
“I love you too,” I said, the words that were to be my final. I heard a whispered ‘Avada Kedavra’ and saw the blinding flash of green light.
That flash was the last thing I ever saw. But in that final moment in my mind I knew that by killing me, the one person he had ever loved, the one person who had ever loved him, Tom Riddle had killed a part of himself and that was something he would never be able to recover from. What would become I him I didn’t know but that image of a bright happy loving Tom was the one that flashed in front of my eyes before I died.
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