The Kelpie and The Great Lake (Breath 19.5)The Kelpie and The Great Lake (Breath 19.5) by smallsmiles
This time: Harry accidentally explores the Great Lake. He may or may not have intended to take a dive with a dangerous water creature...meanwhile, Tom Riddle has a conversation.
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“Well, good thing Umbridge didn’t get to hear anything about that nightmare.” Ron congratulated him. He was idly practicing the Patronus charm next to Harry, muttering occasionally. “You being all jittery though…that’s a sign of depression, that is. Misty, foggy depression.”
“I don’t see how that means Dementors are near…” Hermione replied crossly.
“So we should practice Patronuses.” Ron finished.
“You just want to practice in case they’re on the O.W.L.s” Hermione replied primly.
“I’m not thinking about OWLS!” Ron shot back.
Tom Riddle, away again. (Breath 15.5)Tom Riddle, away again. (Breath 15.5) by smallsmiles
Summary: Bringing Lockhart up from the village to Hogwarts shouldn't have been that hard. Unexpected complications.
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Chapter 15.5: Tom Riddle, away again.
Harry ignored him, too curious about Tom. "Does violence excite you? That's um...interesting. I mean, fascinating." Harry was surprised to find that he actually meant that, and began to frown.
Tom smiled wickedly.
"I didn't mean that," He lied, mortified.
"Hormones," Hermione grumbled. "You’d probably find anything attractive at this point. But enough about that! Keep up your pace!"
Harry barely heard her. Something about Tom…
“Look at you…” Tom drawled. “Your lips must be sore…but you never feel so much as when you feel pain... I’ll show you.”
Tom’s words echoed. A familiar emptiness pulled at his cons
Devils Dance, hearts wander. (Breath: 15)Devils Dance, hearts wander. (Breath: 15) by smallsmiles
Summary: Memories fall together for Harry Potter...memories of the graveyard.
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Harry stared past Tom, past Lockhart, the Hog’s Head entirely forgotten. He only saw the Tom in his memory—pale with blood loss and his throat red. The wound wept while Tom soundlessly cursed his captors.
‘Return to me.’ Voldemort had said.
Harry was rooted to the spot—there was so much blood—unable to process anything but the memory. His arm was on fire where Wormtail had cut him, and his vision swam just as it had that night. He couldn’t move.
Lockhart was another matter. He leaned in, about to wrap his hands around Harry’s throat when Tom’s curse hit him in the chest. He began to cry, “My heart!” while at the same time, another noise started. It was a strange, scraping sound. It tittered on the edg
Into the head: I hold my breath (14.5)Into the head: I hold my breath (14.5) by smallsmiles
Summary: Tom Riddle invites Harry to Hogsmeade when Lockhart turns up at the pub, distant and confused.
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The weekend after Halloween was a Hogsmeade weekend. Just before meeting Ron and Hermione, Harry paced under the archways overlooking part of the castle. Harry counted the beams and support, looking out to where Sirius had been held before Buckbeak, Hermione and he had rescued him. Harry remembered his godfather’s face, and the way he hovered around anyone in Grimmald Place. He felt twinge of guilt, as he looked up at the blue sky and prepared to leave for the village.
“What are you doing up here, Harry?” Tom’s voice was quiet, and had an odd quality to it—hesitation? Curiosity? “I looked for you.” That curve of Tom’s lip… hunger, maybe.
“I’m going to the village in a bit. Are you?
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