queen of the superficial (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} chase_glasslace) wrote,@ 2006-12-26 01:47:00 |
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| Current location: | My room. With my bed. Which I should be sleeping in. |
| Current mood: | worried |
| Current music: | Only - Nine Inch Nails |
| Entry tags: | character: ginny weasley, character: tom riddle, fandom: harry potter, fanfiction: oneshot |
{harry potter} parseltongue.
Title: Parseltongue
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Tom Riddle, Ginny Weasley, brief mentions of Harry.
Rating: Erm, I don't think it needs one, honestly.
Summary: This is an odd place for a dream, Tom, she said.
Word Prompt (written in white text - just highlight if you want to read it): Open.
Ginny was dreaming of the girl’s bathroom on the second floor – Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom.
This is an odd place for a dream, Tom, she said, except she didn’t really. In her dreams there was no sound except for a faint hissing that seemed to echo slightly in her mind. She didn’t really speak in her dreams, but Tom replied anyway.
Is it? he asked cryptically. Ginny didn’t bother asking Tom what he meant by that. If Tom wanted to, he would explain.
She’d been having these dreams a lot lately. She thought she’d fallen asleep, but really, it was so hard to tell whether she was awake or not these days. In any case, she was in a bathroom in the middle of the night and she definitely hadn’t walked here.
It was a dream. It had to be.
Ginny, Tom whispered, come over here.
Just as Ginny was about to ask exactly where Tom meant, a teenage boy shimmered into view over by the old, grimy sinks. Ginny felt that familiar thrill – looking at Tom was like looking at Harry. Except, Tom never ignored her. Tom was always there for her.
She walked towards him silently and the corners of Tom’s mouth curved up in a small, satisfied smile. Ginny closed her eyes and opened them quickly – seeing Harry there, smiling at her for that fleeting second.
When she reached Tom’s side, he placed a long-fingered hand on her shoulder and leant down (he was much taller than her) to whisper in her ear. Can you hear that?he asked.
Ginny strained her ears, desperate to please. And she did hear it. It was that hissing sound again, except now there were words threaded underneath. She turned to look at Tom, eyes wondering.
I’m going to show you something magic, something powerful, Tom said, and now his voice was a hiss too, and it was echoing through her mind (her mind, her mind). Repeat after me, he told her.
Ginny heard, no, felt the word inside her. She opened her mouth and exhaled, breathing the sound out.
Open.
And the Chamber did.
