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Harry/Tom for fluffyduck Based sometime before HBP.
Foreshadow (G)
They stand on either side of a large white marble slab, Ginny lies on the top, her hair longer than it is now, and slightly waved. Tom places a white mask on her face, runs his fingers through her hair and doesn't meet Harry's eyes. Harry wants to tear his hands away, he should not touch her.
Ginny says she doesn't have nightmares any more, and Harry believes her, because he knows Ginny and she's the most forthright person he knows. He respects her, remembers how she slapped him down in his worst teenaged moments, reminding him of how she, if anyone, would know what it felt like to be possessed by Tom.
'I've known you all my life' says Harry. Tom smiles, the auburn curls twisted in his hands and doesn't look up.
Harry doesn't have nightmares of Tom, for all that his dreams are filled with screaming and hoods lit bright with brilliant green. He dreams of Tom. His long equine grace and eyes dark as a midnight sky.
It's always the same dream, and if Trelawney wasn't such a loser, Harry would go to her - but she would either scream or predict his drowning by custard so instead he keeps the dream to himself.
'We'll meet again here' says Tom, but Harry knows he's dreaming because Voldemort-To-Be would never dare come this close to the school. He couldn't.
Ginny never wakes. The sun shifts and the battlements of the tower throw them into shadow.
Foreshadow (G)
They stand on either side of a large white marble slab, Ginny lies on the top, her hair longer than it is now, and slightly waved. Tom places a white mask on her face, runs his fingers through her hair and doesn't meet Harry's eyes. Harry wants to tear his hands away, he should not touch her.
Ginny says she doesn't have nightmares any more, and Harry believes her, because he knows Ginny and she's the most forthright person he knows. He respects her, remembers how she slapped him down in his worst teenaged moments, reminding him of how she, if anyone, would know what it felt like to be possessed by Tom.
'I've known you all my life' says Harry. Tom smiles, the auburn curls twisted in his hands and doesn't look up.
Harry doesn't have nightmares of Tom, for all that his dreams are filled with screaming and hoods lit bright with brilliant green. He dreams of Tom. His long equine grace and eyes dark as a midnight sky.
It's always the same dream, and if Trelawney wasn't such a loser, Harry would go to her - but she would either scream or predict his drowning by custard so instead he keeps the dream to himself.
'We'll meet again here' says Tom, but Harry knows he's dreaming because Voldemort-To-Be would never dare come this close to the school. He couldn't.
Ginny never wakes. The sun shifts and the battlements of the tower throw them into shadow.