Fan Fiction ❯ The flame-haired angel ❯ Never trust who tried to kill you once, even if you are in his past and he's a prefect!! ( Chapter 1 )

The flame-haired angel

Chapter 1: Never trust who tried to kill you once, even if you are in his past and he's a prefect!

The sixth year prefect was happy to be back to school: everything around Hogwards was quiet and shining, as if the war broken out in central Europe belongs to another world.

" Tom, my dear, don't digress: everybody is at Hogsmeade today, the whole library is for you and the project 'Salazar Slytherin' whish to be begun!"

In his fourth year, Tom found out to be the last living descendant of Salazar Slytherin, his House's founder. Sure, he said it to no- one -even if Lucceius Malfoy had found it out- but he had begun search newses about his family in the library: he had reconstructed his poor mother's family's genealogical tree and he had read every biographies about his ancestor. Just reading one of these, few days before his fifth year's end, Tom had found an old parchment: at first sight it seemed a prophecy, but it was written in runes and translate it would have took too much time. Tom was sure only about one thing: that parchment had been writing by Slytherin himself and only he, as his heir could read it -he had shown it to Mr. Page, the librarian, whom had seen only an old parchment without trace of ink.

Tom crossed Great Hall and went toward the library, when he saw somebody fall down the stair and land on the floor in a tangle of limbs and cloth.

" Hey Att, take off that stinking foot from my face! - Evan, stand up: your ass isn't as nice to see as Vy's.... - Adrienne! Why don't we stay in this position another bit? - Pig! Maniac! Pervert! - Uhm... guys, maybe it's better to go away: Vy is about to explode!"

" PEEEEVEES! YOU BASTARD, STUPID EXCUSE OF A POLTERGIEST!! WAIT THAT I PUT MY HANDS ON YOU AND YOU'LL BE DEAD MEAT!! "

Tom watched unbelieving the creature that had said these words: shining, flat hair red like Saharian sunsets; two cherub-like wings draw on her naked shoulders; a pale pink damasked silk tight corset and a floating black lace skirt. The prefect noticed with disappointment that his body was reacting in a not very decent way, reaction that became more serious when he laid a hand on her shoulder to draw her attention: her pale skin was warm and like velvet as Autumn's last peach. The girl turned and Tom felt melt: eyes azure like the spring's sky after the rain emphasized by a poppy's seed colored eye pencil; a delicious nose, with some just visible freckles; red garnet lips, turgid and tumid, made to be kissed; two perfect ears, on whose lobes weird jewels sparkle; a long neck as that a white swan's to which was tied an ancient hieroglyph -if he remembered well, that symbolized the life; and under that neck... Well, Tom had never seen breasts so perfect, not even in the sexy prints going around in the boy's dormitories -and that didn't interest him. The poor prefect felt something oozing from his nose, and he understood that it was blood: his nose was bleeding at the mere sight of that goddess.

" Er.... may I help you, Miss?"

He said with nonchalance. The girl seemed amazed seeing him: she didn't say a word and neither blinked. Tom hoped secretly to have had on her the same effect that she had on him. A tall boy in black came up him with a strange vial in hand.

" Take pal, and don't be embarrassed for your bloody nose: every boy have the same reaction seeing...."

" Stop Evan." the redhead whispered grabbing the dark-haired boy's outstretched arm," and you too: NOT. COME. NEAR. HIM!!!"

She exclaimed pushing the other four far away from him, she then turned and, wand in hand, said with anger:

" I don't know how, but it looks as if you're back! And I am sorry ol' fuckin' asshole, but I am not any more a weak, shy and - thank to you- innocent eleven-years-old!"

Tom was dumbfounded: he met this gorgeous girl for the first time, he offered her his help and she attacked him, as if they have met in the past and he has hurt or something her. But this was impossible: he couldn't have forgot a so beautiful girl. The black/haired boy grabbed the girl's wrist and forced her to lower her wand.

" Vy, what's the matter with you?! He just wanted to help us; he didn't say he'd hand us to He-who-must-not-be-named! Come on, it's time: our fans are.... " Evan watched surprised out the window: it was full day," But what in the hell... "

Also the others watched out the window and then the prefect; and then again the window and the prefect and so back and forth for three or four times. The boy's school dress was decidedly Hogwards's, yet it was different from the one they used to wear. Xavier, after a long time, came forth and said to the boy.

" Could you tell me today's date, please? And your name too?"

Tom tilted his head studying the chestnut: these people must be run away from St. Mungo!

" It's Saturday, September 9th, and the good education wants to say the own name before ask it to strangers."

Xavier assimilated the first information silently, ignoring the seconds: something was odd.

" Which year?"

" What? Have you been in Poland and during a German attack have you lost the light of reason?!" Tom exclaim with the firm intention to go to Headmaster Dipplet and tell him that some lunatics were at Hogwards " It's September 9th 1939!"

Xavier watched him stunned, then exclaimed:

" Vy, where is your Time-turner?"

" Here, in pocket, with... Oh no! It isn't here! Soon, if we are really in the '39 we must find it. Now!"

The five teenagers started to check the floor and after a quarter of hour they found Vy's Time-turner.

Broken.

Attilius passed a hand through his hair and sigh nervously: the teenagers looked in silence waiting Vy's reaction, which didn't come. Tired by silence, Adrienne smiled to the prefect, whom glanced at her icy, and held out her hand.

" Looks like we'll stay here for a little bit. I am Adrienne, while he is my brother Xavier! The others are Evan, Attilius -Att for the friends- and in the end Virginia, or Vy."

Tom nodded staring the strange teenagers while they were introduced. < So the bad-tempered cherub is called Virginia... what I would not give to be able to.... Tom Malvolo Riddle, what are you thinking?! It is only a woman! Yes, and what a woman...>

" Er... I am Tom Malv."

A punch, powerful, hit him in full face. And then another at the stomach and then a kick. And another. And another again. Vy hit him without mercy, with an unimaginable strength: five years of kick-boxing -two of then at a competitive level- were express in the cold, calculated precision and in the graceful elegance of her movements. With a perfect kick directed at the face, the heel of her right boot got a deep cut in the left cheek of poor Tom; and its devastating strength send him against an armor, which fell with a loud metallic crash. Luckily the other four were able to catch the fury and to move her away from her victim.

Albus Dumbledore and Poppy Pomfrey walked quietly through the castle's hallways: the students were at Hogsmeade, and the first and second years were outside enjoying the nice day. Though their relationship was well known, the two preferred meet outside Hogwards, even if every so often they allowed themselves a calm walk through the castle. When there weren't students around to say bad taste jokes. The couple stayed before a window to observe a group of first year plays with Flick, the gatekeeper's puppy, near the lake. The mediwitch sighed shaking her head and jumped when the Transfiguration Professor took her hand and with the other took a small box from a pocket.

" Poppy I... "

The young woman smiled encouraging, trembling a little bit for the emotion. The Professor tightened his lips nervously; he then cleared his throat and opened the mouth. Then, loud as a cannon shot, they heard a crash. Dumbledore let the woman's hand and went toward the Great Hall, from where the noise had come.

" I'm sorry Poppy, but I must see what has happened and.... I am sorry, we'll talk later."

" Albus, Albus! No, come on, it will be an other Peeves's prank!"

She exclaimed following the man. Few after they heard voices and they saw, near the staircase, six students: well, one was evidently a student; but the other five -three boys and two girls- the couple never ever had seen them ever at school and they were dressed in a decidedly weird way. One of the boys had grabbed the shoulders of one of the two girls and shouted her against. Professor Dumbledore eyes Tom Riddle near the fallen armor, a hand against his bloody cheek.

" Riddle," he say coldly," could explain what is happened?"

" All what I know, Professor," the prefect replied icy," it is that my cheek is bleeding."

" Oh, poor boy, let me see... " Madam Pomfrey said coming close to the boy," It's an ugly cut, very deep. C'mon, come in the Hospital wing with me. And you too: you seem treated rather badly."

While Madam Pomfrey took care of the prefect's wounds, the "Phalangers" explained to Dumbledore what had happened: from when they had left the library, to when they had fallen down the stairs thanks Peeves, to when they had understood to have traveled through time. Well, Xavier had been contrary at the begin.

" My fellows, we must tell to no one that we come from the future, even only being here could have altered the temporal line! We know things that aren't yet happened, even our academic knowledges are much more advanced than this period's ones: what would happen if they found out? Everyone will want to know what will happen and this would change the temporal line! We assume Cabble from X-men as example: he goes back in the past to defeat Apocalypse and as a result he loses his father, his wife and the world in which he has grown! And then mhfmhf..."

At that point Adrienne had put a roll of gauze in his mouth to make him shut up, or her brother would have talked for hours and hours about X-men, Cabble and about his favored comics in general.

Dumbledore had listened their story with attention stroking his short auburn beard, weighing each their word carefully: if they really came from the future, this could have jeopardized the temporal line and he didn't dare to think about the possible consequences. After a long silence, he said them that he would have spoken with Headmaster Dipplet and he transfigured their clothes in something more "decent". Madam Pomfrey, seeing that they had stopped talking, came near, she gave a vial to Vy, who had sat on the bed, and dismissed the other four.

" What is it?"

" Something to... calm you down."

The girl fixed the vial and opened it, then sniffed it and twisted her pretty nose.

" I don't need a sleeping potion."

" Yes, you need some: from you how have reduced Mr. Riddle I could affirm that you have had a hysterical attack, and you never play with hysteria. Now be a good girl, take the potion and sleep: the rest will help you."

Vy watched sickened the mediwitch and then the vial; then she held her nose, drank the potion at one gulp and hid her head under the blankets: few minutes after she was sound asleep.

After three hours, Madam Pomfrey dismissed also Riddle, telling him to go back the following day for the medication. Before leave, Tom came closer to the sleeping girl thinking how take revenge: he was one of his year's best students, a powerful wizard and respected by his schoolmates and the girls crawled literally at his feet -even if girls weren't interesting for him. Not that he preferred the boys, on the contrary, but first he had more important things to think about -and snogging sessions in a broom closet weren't in the list; besides, even if he wouldn't have admitted it in public, he was a rather shy boy and he didn't know how handle the other sex. Ok, we say that he didn't know how handle the others in general: his friends didn't talk or made homework or they went to Hogsmeade with him for friendship. Lucceius Malfoy and his hanger-ones were around him for mere interest, because he was powerful. Because he was Salazar Slytherin's heir: otherwise why would a group of purebloods have accepted a half blood among them? And Tom knew this and it didn't bother him.

Tom noticed that the girl's sleep was very restless; she tossed in the bed as she was having a nightmare. When he came to the bedside, the prefect noticed a tear sparkle under her poppy seed gray eyelashes.

" N-no, please! S-stop.... no, I don't want.... I-I thought you loved me, Tom... "

Vy whispered- or better whimpered. Tom sighed and sat on the bed, stroking soothly her cheek and wiping her tear, he then stooped and he gave her a peck on the temple and she seemed to calm down. The boy was amazed by his own act, but he was even more amazed by the consciousness to not be able to hurt that flame-haired angel.

Every his intention of revenge had fallen.

TBC

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What will happen to our heroes now? I don't know :P!! However I hope that you have liked this chapter: sure, Tom could seem a little bit... odd, but the story is only at the beginning!

I thank my friend Kià, whom has suggested the probable idyll between Dumbledore and Pomfrey and if you are curious to know what he was about to tell her and what was in the box.... well, you'll know the next time!

Ciao!

P-chan

PS: if you want to see how Tom looks in this fanfic -I make notice that in Italy we haven't yet see the movie- go here:

http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=119558