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Nothing Lasts Forever by Rebitt

Format: Short story
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 3,973
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse

Genres: Horror/Dark, Romance
Characters: Voldemort, OC
Pairings: Other Pairing

First Published: 05/22/2009
Last Chapter: 07/07/2009
Last Updated: 07/07/2009

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It's funny how one girl pushed him farther into the darkness than he'd ever imagined and yet that very same girl was his only downfall.
Many people thought Voldemort could feel no remorse, but those people have never heard this story.

Chapter 2: Chapter One

Chapter One

It was October. Tom Marvolo Riddle sat in the great hall, slowly chewing a piece of buttered toast. He was surrounded by all of his followers, his death eaters, all of them talking quietly to each other, as if they were higher than everyone else in the hall, but Tom paid no attention to them, as they were merely pebbles and twigs on his path to greatness. Instead, Tom was staring at a young woman who sat at the table adjacent to the Slytherin table.

She was a Ravenclaw. A beautiful one too. Tom hadn’t actually noticed her until last year, their sixth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and even then, he hadn’t noticed her for her beauty.

He had despised her. Tom, who was used to being the best in all of his classes, became enraged when he found out that a girl from Ravenclaw had surpassed him in both transfiguration and charms. How was Tom supposed to be the greatest wizard of all time if he wasn’t the best in all of his classes? He had been so far ahead of all his classmates, that the fact that someone might have almost been equal to him had scared Tom.

He looked again at the girl. Her name was Rebecca Evian. Her dark brown hair, almost black, hung in long waves that cascaded down her back. Her skin was pale, but not white, and it heavily contrasted with her red lipstick covered lips. She radiated beauty. Everything from her petite feet up to her curved eyebrows was gorgeous.

Unfortunately for Tom, he wasn’t the only guy in Hogwarts who lusted after her. He had noticed that she was probably asked out twice a day, and although she normally turned them down, there had been a few lucky blokes who had gotten to date her for a month or two, before she broke up with them.

It was weird, now that Tom thought about it. Her relationships were hardly ever gossiped about in hallways or in the Slytherin common room. It seemed that she was too regal, or celestial, to talk about in a criticizing manner.

She sat facing away from him and as she ran a hand through her hair mindlessly, slightly messing her hair up, Tom shivered. There must have been a draft in the great hall that morning since no one could make the Great Lord Voldemort shiver. No one.

As Tom stared at Rebecca, he wracked his brain for all he could remember about her. He knew she was the smartest witch of her age, he knew she wore a golden charm around her neck, that she played guitar and regularly smoked cigarettes. He knew that her family was relatively pureblood although they didn’t make a scene about it like the Malfoys or the Blacks. It had been rumored that she was a descendent of one of the four Hogwarts founders, Rowena Ravenclaw. Although he didn’t know if the rumor was true or not, it certainly sparked his interest in her more than ever.

It almost seemed like fate, although Tom did not believe in fate, he believed in creating your own future, as he strived to do. But it was very interesting. He had recently learned of his family history, how he was the last living descendent of Salazar Slytherin. A descendent of Slytherin and a descendent of Ravenclaw together, yes it was interesting. It did seem like fate a little.

What else did Tom know about her? He knew she had an older sister, Lucille, who had graduated two years ago. He knew she was very cultured in the arts, music and film. He had once overheard a conversation between Rebecca and her parents at platform 9 ¾ where he had also learned that she lived in London, just as he did, well, when he stayed in London he could barely call it living. The days in the orphanage were dreary and monotonous in the heat of the summer and he would spend his days lying on his bed planning. Planning everything.

Tom continued gazing at Rebecca Evian…

“Tom? Tom? My Lord?” Tom was awakened from his reverie by none other than Abraxus Malfoy, one of his many followers.

“What?” Tom snapped, turning his head sharply towards the young man who cowered away at Tom’s irritated stare.

“We,” Malfoy motioned towards a few other seventh year Slytherins, “ We were wondering if there would be a meeting tonight, since it is Tuesday,” he trailed off.

“Not tonight Malfoy, I’m busy, and let me remind you never to speak to me unless spoken to, otherwise, there will be consequences.” Malfoy flinched at his harsh words, bowed his head slightly and turned away.

Tom had lied, he wasn’t busy that night at all, besides homework that is, but that never took too long. He just needed more time to think things through. And although he would have liked to deny it, he knew he would end up thinking about her.


Tom lay in his dormitory, the head boy’s dormitory. The green satin sheets were hardly disturbed by his lengthy body, lounging, his head rested on his pillow.

He was thinking about her. It was inevitable.

He needed a plan, he decided, a plan to make Rebecca Evian his.


Hogwarts corridors were normally quiet at night. No one ever drifted out of their common rooms for a midnight snack or quick walk through the gardens and fields anymore. Many of the students had grown accustomed to staying in their beds at night, remembering only two years ago, when if someone had traveled throughout the castle at night they would have been attacked by the creature from the Chamber of Secrets.

Rebecca Evian, although a Ravenclaw and filled with common sense, was wandering. Throughout the castle that is. She couldn’t sleep. It had become a pattern recently, lying in her bed for two or three hours before getting up and quietly disappearing out the tapestry leading to the Ravenclaw common room. She never returned to her bed until around two in the morning, where she would quickly fall into a dreamless slumber.

So now, she was wandering and thinking and feeling a little depressed.

Even the most untouchable and popular girls had worries and fears.

Another boy had asked her out today, and without a thought she had turned him down. It was sickening really, how easy the boys at Hogwarts thought she was. There wasn’t a day where people wouldn’t wolf whistle as she walked down the halls.

She honestly didn’t know why it was her. There were plenty of pretty girls at Hogwarts. Rebecca didn’t know how people had deemed her as easy either. She kept her personal affairs, well, personal and private. There were barely ever any rumors about her.

Although she had put up with the cat-calls for years now, it was silently staring to take a toll on her. Whatever self-respect she had had when entering Hogwarts was now hidden away if not completely gone.

It was her last year at her school. And yes, it was her school, she had been deemed the queen bee by all her ‘friends’ and enemies even. She knew she could probably tell each and every student at Hogwarts to dive into the lake and tickle the giant squid and they would have done it. Instantly. All of them, that is, except for the mysterious Tom Riddle.

Tom Riddle, she knew, was probably the only other person in the school with as large a social standing as she. He was a lot like her actually. They both were rather quiet and hadn’t come to the school yearning for popularity. She knew that he had no real friends, quite like her. And that gave her a little respect for him, for she knew how irritating life at Hogwarts could get.

All of her friends were either constantly trying to bring her down, find a flaw in her or become her. It was all very tiresome.

Rebecca sometimes wished she could pass by unnoticed and invisible, like the wind. Everything, she thought, would be so much easier if she could be alone. But she was never alone, never. There was always someone there with her, ogling at her, or whispering behind her, her followers didn’t takes breaks.

That’s partially why she had taken to wandering the castle at night, sometimes leaving the castle altogether to venture down onto the grounds for a smoke by the lake.

She had forgotten her pack of cigarette back in her dorm so that would not be happening tonight, the smoking that is.

She continued to wander the ancient corridors.

Rebecca didn’t care if she got caught. Nothing really mattered to her anymore.

She’d be leaving soon anyways.