Bonus Story 1
Her Hazel Eyes
Tom Riddle was walking quite reluctantly in the two straight line of kids who were weaving their way in and out of hospital patrons and staff's way. The whole orphanage had come on this snowy December afternoon to visit Billy Stubb. He had "accidently" fallen down the stairs and had broken his leg, after an argument with Tom. He had stolen Tom's book and called him a 'bookworm'. Normally, Tom wouldn't have cared much, ignore the idiocy like he usually did. However, that book was the only book in the vicinity without the frequent use of the words 'rainbow' and 'sunshine' in it and it was his. It wasn't really that interesting of a book, but it was still his. So, Tom took action.
Although, he honestly wouldn't have done it if knew that it would lead to all these frequent visits to the hospital. Ever since the incident Mrs. Cole had been dragging him along on any trips she went, in hopes that he would apologize. He hadn't confessed to doing it, naturally, but Mrs. Cole always blamed the serious incidents on him. And she was right to. He always did it. To much of her dismay, however, he and Billy merely glared at each other every time she tried. Tom hated hospitals. The place reeked of death and disease. It felt like just breathing in the air would kill you in an instant.
He discreetly dethatched himself from the group of grim faced orphans and went to go find something interesting to do. Suddenly, he was passed by a pair of nurses, rushing by with extremely worried expressions. Tom speed walked behind them, knowing they were to in a frenzy to look back. He was curious to find out what had them in such dismay.
"Was it 2-C again? Honestly, that girl is more trouble to keep alive then she is to heal."
"She's a monster. Sometimes I think we should just put the poor thing out of her misery."
What made her so miserable? Were they really planning to just hack her off? Perhaps, he should go and tell this girl that hey suggested killing her. Maybe she'd go in a psychotic rage and start throwing needles at him. It all sounded a lot more interesting than visiting Billy for the billionth time for something as trivial as a broken leg. On that note, he stopped following the nurses and went to find room 2-C.
2-A, 2-B…Ah! Here it is 2-C.
Tom peered inside the room ever so carefully, so as not to be spotted by whoever was inside. Although, once he peered out far enough, he realized he did not need to hide. A white bandage was wrapped around the fabled girl's head, covering her eyes. Tom had only taken one step into the room when his whole heart stopped. It was too impossible of a coincidence. It was her, or it appeared to be her. He couldn't really tell without being able to see her eyes. The girl from no more than a year ago, the strange one from the bushes. She stared straight at him, well looked his way really, with her bandaged eyes.
"Who's there?" the girl asked, in the singsong sort of voice that seemed to drip sweetness. Her voice only amplified his suspicions. Although, who could remember really? It was over a year ago. Besides, even if it was her, why would it matter? She looked to be nothing more than a dying soul now. Yet he remained curious and did not run away.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" she asked, again. Perhaps, Tom could use her lack of sight to his advantage. He searched around the room, until he spotted the name Doctor Harry Fields written on a sheet of paper, taped to the open door.
"My name is, Harry."
"My doctor?" the girl questioned, sounding confused. Her hearing was obviously astute from her lack of sight, Tom's lying would just have to be better.
"No. A different one," Tom replied, breezily. He was only seven, soon to be eight, and he could already lie straight-faced and without hesitation. "We've met before though."
"We have!" the girl gasped, in astonishment.
"Sort of…" he replied, taken aback by her sudden surprise.
"Come sit down and tell me about it. I want to know." she exclaimed, patting a spot on the bed beside her, unable to see the chair just a few feet from it. As tempting an offer it was, Tom took up the chair and decided to tell the girl of their meeting. The true story, surprisingly,
"It was the over a year ago…"
"Wow! So, that's how I used to act. I can't believe I've learned so much about myself today. The doctors can't tell me anything—"
"What are you talking about? It was only a year ago. Can't you remember?" Tom argued. Surely, if she had been held up in her house all of her life, she would remember meeting another person in her life. She had even promised that she would come back to see him again. He used to feel nothing about such a trivial meeting, however, now he felt a slight singe of guilt. Maybe if he had just let her stay at the orphanage this wouldn't have happened to her. This whole thing could've potentially been his fault.
"I'm sorry if I upset you, Harry." the girl apologized, sensing Tom's anger and believing that it was being directed at her. "It's not the only thing I can't remember. My brain is damaged. Whatever accident I was in made it so I have trouble remembering things from my past."
"What happened? Didn't they at least tell you that?"
"I'm sure they did once, but I can't remember."
"Is there anything that you can remember?"
"Why do you have bandages over your eyes? Are you really blind?" Tom asked, curiously. It was honestly an evasive question to change the subject, he already knew the answer. She hadn't been blind when they met. She had these beautifully colored eyes that he had first mistakenly thought belonged to a bush.
"The doctor said it was only temporary at first, but it's on the track to becoming permanent." the girl sighed, sounding pitiful and defeated.
"It's alright. I'm not afraid."
"Not of the nurses or doctors…?" Tom questioned. He remembered the nurses whispering in the hallway and the real reason he had come here. He had come here thinking he would meet a monster. However, this girl wasn't the monstrous one, they were. Why would they even suggest such a thing? "You should be."
"Is that why you came to see me? I take it since we only met once you didn't really come here to see me."
"They said you were trouble they said it'd be easier to kill you. I thought it'd be interesting..."
"I'm sure they were talking about my attacks I have when I remember something. I hear that I can get quite scary when I'm in them. That's usually when I forget everything again," the girl explained, nonchalantly, even though it sounded like a very serious matter. "Do you remember what color my eyes were?"
"Hazel. They matched the color of your hair."
"Well, I don't remember what color my hair is, but I'm sure it's a lovely color."
"It's not hideous," Tom added. When it had been actually taken care of, it hadn't been too bad. Although, the same couldn't be really be said right now. It was unwashed, long and straggling in some parts, she looked like something that came out of a child's nightmare, truthfully. But he wouldn't be that honest with her, "Don't your parents ever come visit you to tell you these type of things?"
"I only get one other visitor. He sure acts like a father, he must be mine," she replied, with somewhat of a smile. "It's rather odd, but when he's here, it feels like I can see them. I imagine he has long auburn hair and half-moon spectacles."
"That doesn't look anything like you do." Tom answered, bluntly. The fictional man she just described looked like an insane person, to him, and like someone who could be thought up of in a girl's imagination. What on earth did that man say or do to give her that kind of image of him?
"I suppose your right, but then again, it's just my imagination. I know I can't actually see him," the girl grimaced, sending another wave of guilt washing towards Tom. He had destroyed any possibility of a smile returning to her face with just one sentence. Usually, this would've been somewhat of a victory. He made girls at the orphanage cry without even saying a word. She was different though, he had sensed it when they met in the garden. Her smile was magic. And for killing it, he was truly a wicked person. "Yet it's strange. It feels so real. It almost feels like magic."
"Magic? That's absurd. There's no such thing." he scoffed, cruelly. Although, by some standards, Tom's powers could probably be considered magic. He just never considered them as such. Magic seemed like it was something ultimately good and wonderful. His powers brought nothing but destruction.
"I suppose your right. If he was magic, if I was magic, surely I would be well by now." she sighed, wistfully. He didn't like that expression on her face, it was a sad and pitiful one. She was supposed to have gotten out, she was supposed to be smiling, happy and free. However, now her situation was even worst. He never thought he'd meet someone who had a more miserable life in the world then him, but this girl came rather close. He pitied her and he was not one to pity anything other than himself, at times. It wasn't fair. Tom suddenly grabbed onto her wrist. Normally, he'd want to vomit touching someone else, let alone someone in a hospital, but he just felt like he needed to help her. He concentrated and tried to use his powers. It seemed much harder trying to use them for good intentions.
"I promise you'll get better now…" he whispered, as he interlocked his pinky with hers. She wouldn't remember, but he had pinky promised to see her again and had accidently fulfilled his end of the deal. Time to forge a new promise, one that wasn't as bonding. With this promise she would hopefully be able to live a happy life and never have to see him again. Tom let his hand slipped away and turned to leave, without another word. He went running for the door and back down the hallway. He couldn't be sure if his powers had done anything at all, considering all they were good for was torturing orphans and talking to snakes. However, little did he know, that back in her room the girl had actually removed her bandages and was now staring at the doorway with those bright hazel eyes. She was hoping to catch a glimpse at her savior. While Tom rejoined the orphanage, Dr. Harry Fields marveled at the girl's miraculous recovery. Tom would not think more about the girl. He shoved her to the back of his mind in efforts to forget having might've done something good and feeling something other than hate for another person. And he successfully did so. When they met again, he did not remember either meeting with the girl.
"Tom! Hey, wake up!"
Suddenly, he was under the tree at the lake at Hogwarts, no longer seven. Those hazel eyes he had unknowingly saved were staring down at him. Frankie wasn't seven either and she was completely fine and normal now. Well, normal enough for a witch. "Not like you to dose off. Looks like you were having one weird dream."
"It wasn't really a dream. More like a lost memory." Tom replied, vaguely. He got up from the ground, signifying they should both be heading back to the castle and of course she followed along with a joyful spring in her step.
"What was it about?" Frankie asked, curiously, probably not wanting to just settle for such a vague answer.
"It doesn't really matter anymore. I suppose if you can't remember it was never really that important."
He grabbed her hand, an action that he wasn't man enough to do in the hospital, but he felt was such a simple thing now. Just holding her hand. However, he knew when he got back to the castle he'd be forced to let her go again, keep his distance and pretend to hate her. At least for this moment, he was allowed to soak in that smile, look into her eyes, and be secretly grateful that something good had actually come from his magic.