Writing Looking Back On It [Harry Potter Fanfiction]

[Lady Asphyxia]

[size=1][b]Well, what the heck? This is a response to a challenge I encountered at Fiction Alley Park some time ago. I've had this sitting in my computer since then, doing nothing, so I decided to post it here.[/size][/b]

[center][size=2][b]THE CHALLENGE[/b][/size][/center]

[size=1]The challenge was to write a 'cookie' [A short piece, often also known as a drabble] starting with the line [i]Looking back on it, *NAME* should've known something was wrong right from the beginning...[/i]

It could be any length, and pairing, and in any era.

I came up with Ginny/Voldemort. Needless to say, it isn't all innocence and light.


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[i]Looking back on it, I should have known something was wrong from the beginning. Why, after all, would he talk to [/i]me[I], a mousy little First Year Gryffindor, when he could have anyone he wanted? He was beautiful enough; he?d shown me pictures of himself through the diary. I tried so desperately to believe he was in love with me, but at the same time, I remember there was always a niggling doubt at the back of my mind. It was only when I realized what was happening that I stopped trusting him. But even knowing he was evil, I missed him.

This was it.[/i] Voldemort, wearing the scratchy, pure evil mask he had adopted, clasped his hands around Ginny?s waist. They made a striking couple. Ginny smiled at him, sweetness and light next to his wickedness. She appeared innocent, he did not. That was the only difference between them. Otherwise, Ginny knew, they were one; whole.

The screaming was horrible. It kept coming and swirling around her head. Ginny buried her head in Tom?s neck, closing her eyes and trying to keep the screaming away. Tom chuckled, then whispered in her ear. ?You never could stomach violence, could you?? He stroked her hair with his dry, scratchy hands, and kissed her softly. There was no life in his lips, of course, but the intent to comfort was there, and that was all that mattered. ?You will have to watch, lovely, but it will be quick and painful.?

She drew her face away from his shoulder, glancing up into his beautiful red eyes. ?I know.? The was a sharp, short scream, and seconds later, a little three year old girl came running around the corner, her red hair flying behind her, chaste nightgown held above her knees by her little fist. Voldemort grinned, and Ginny smiled at him, seeing in him the beauty of Tom.

Ginny reached out and caught the redhead in her arms, their hair blending and seeming to become one. ?Little one,? She whispered. ?You are safe.?

Voldemort drew his wand out, the name ?Tom Riddle? carved into the side. His long, deft fingers twirled the wand. Ginny stood up, holding the toddler in front of her. The toddler, seeing Voldemort, screamed again. ?Crucio.? Virginia let go and stood next to Tom, watching the little girl writhe.

Tom glanced at Ginny once, and released the girl from the curse. The little girl twitched once, and stared at Ginny with tears in her eyes, then whispered, ?Mama,? once before Voldemort killed her.

[i]Looking back on it, I should have known something was wrong from the beginning. But even knowing he was evil, I could never resist him.[/i][/size]

[Avaris]

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That's evil!!!!

But very well written oh winner of the fourth prize in the entire Cmmonwealth.

Try write something that has happiness and light, Twin. (you evil so and so)

Love you. ;)

[Mist]

[color=crimson][size=1] Haunting....I really like it![/color][/size]