[Prompt Night 4; 09.11.12]

Prompt: The awkward moment when you realize that you're the reincarnation of your enemy's dead lover and that you're pregnant with their child. What's a Boy(WhoLived) to do?

Spoilers: if you don't know the books from HP, go read them!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Beta: Lord of the 13 hells

Pairing/s in this chapter: TMR/OC

Warnings in this chapter: character death

Nr words in this chapter: 1,039

"Talking"

'Thinking'

-Parseltongue-

Dream/Memory

Prologue

As he grew up he was always told that no one would ever want him, that no one would adopt him. That no one would ever love him!

-HPFN-

Hogwarts was everything he had always wanted and so much more. The sorting decided your future, what you would be and who your friends were. All the first years at his side where looking at the old, and slightly mouldy, hat in fear. All, that is, but one. Tom looked at the girl amazed, he had expected to everyone to be afraid of not ending up in the right house, but she just stood there as if she was waiting for tea. She looked back and turned her face away. Of course, Tom was just a 'muggleborn' he wasn't important enough for a 'pureblood' to look at him.

-HPFN-

"Riddle." Someone spat behind him.

Tom turned and smiled at the teen.

"Yes, Miss Potter?"

The girl merely sneered at him. Tom didn't know why, but she always knew when he lied tough his teeth.

"You missed Charms. We got stuck together on the group work."

Tom bowed his head.

"I'll meet you in the library after classes then, Miss Potter."

The fourteen-year-old girl hissed angrily and turned, leaving. Her older brother waited for her at the top of the stairs. It surprised Tom that she hated him so much, when the others students had nothing against him, not even the other Potters seemed to hate him so much. Unless you counted Professor Dumbledore, that man seemed to take a liking to always supervise everything Tom did.

-HPFN-

"May I ask you something, Miss Potter?" the girl grunted in answer, not even looking at him. Tom took that as a yes. "Why do you hate me so much?"

That caught her unprepared. Potter tensed and she became pale.

"Wh-why do you say that?"

Tom didn't miss her stammer.

"Since you first saw me at the sorting you seem to hate me. Even before you knew me. You just put a label on me and didn't even take the time to know me." Tom shrugged as though it was no big deal.

"I do know you."

"Really?" Tom drawled, his eyebrow raised.

Potter looked up, her brown locks and blue eyes fierce as she glared at him with a boiling hatred.

"Really, Riddle. I'm a seer, I saw you even before I knew you. I know exactly what you will become and I know what will happen to me if I get to know you."

Tom frowned. A seer? A real seer?

"Are you afraid of me?" he had to ask.

She paused, looking at him in silence, her facial features relaxing and Tom could see that under all her fiery looks and fierce glares, she was quite beautiful.

"I'm afraid to what you will do to my soul." And it was those few words, which confused Tom more than anything else she could have said.

-HPFN-

Tom looked at Murta's dead body in silence. This was not supposed to happen. The girl wasn't supposed to be there. He was just sending the basilisk down the sink when the girl appeared; before he knew it she was dead. Tom sighed and left the bathroom, there, leaning against the wall with her arms behind her back; was Miss Potter looking at him with an easy smile. Tom found that he liked that smile on her face.

The fact that she was there showed that she had known it would happen, Tom waited for the scolding he knew was about to start.

She took her hands from behind her and Tom saw a notebook, he raised an eyebrow and she gave it to him.

"This is my diary. You can do your First with this." And then, she left.

Tom looked at the diary in his hand, eyes wide. Potter wanted him to use her diary for his horcrux? Opening he saw his own full name and then, just as she said her diary.

I found him. I found the man I've been seeing since I was a baby. He's from my own year. Tom Riddle his name is. He noticed me, as if he knew about us or what should happen between us.

I want to, but I can't be his friend. If I do I'll fall for him and then I'll die, but I'll live.

-HPFN-

Tom looked up at the train compartment's door where Miss Potter was pulling her trunk and, saving it on the luggage shelf, sitting before Tom. She didn't smile or look at him; she merely sat and looked outside.

"I thought you would avoid me. It was quite explicit in your diary."

Potter looked at him and a sad smile appeared.

"It's a little too late for that I guess."

Tom smiled back, his heart tightening. Someone was falling for him but that meant her death…

"I won't let you die."

Potter merely tilted her head to the side. She looked like a child.

"Won't you?" she asked cheekily.

-HPFN-

Emily's skin against his own was one of the best things Tom had ever felt in his whole life.

Her blue eyes locked on his dark grey ones and Tom could have swore he had never seen her so happy and so carefree. Maybe that was what made him say it during their moment of passion.

"I Love You." She just smiled back, there was no need for her to say it; they both knew what she felt.

-HPFN-

Tom looked down at his dead lover lying on the floor killed by a stray spell. Why had he insisted to bring her to the Hogsmead trip? They could have stayed at Hogwarts and snuggle together on his bed. They could have…

"Tom…" Tom looked up at Professor Dumbledore. "We have to go, it's not safe."

Tom felt something on his face, he took a hand to his face and then looked at the water on his fingers. Maybe it was raining; it had to be raining. A man doesn't cry. Why were his hands trembling? Maybe it was cold. Yes, that was it. It was raining and cold and that was why he was wet and trembling…

(TBC)