I knew why Tom meant twin now… My Tom had had a twin, an evil, twisted twin that had taken over his entire body and soul. No matter how much I had struggled to save him, his twin had won…
Fifty-five years later
Seventy-two was a relaxing age. I was well past the age of caring, of how I thought my life had been wasted. It hadn't, of course, but when you know your life is short lived, you start thinking like that…
As an elderly witch, I pottered around my little country cottage, tending to my garden in the summer and knitting cloaks in the winter. Though not everything was always relaxing and quiet. I was currently living in the era of the greatest war known to mankind. The war of Voldemort and Harry Potter.
Let me tell you now that some wounds never heal, even with time… the wound Tom Riddle left me with had never healed… if anything it had grown worse and even more unbearable.
The majority of my school-friends were dead. Some had died naturally of muggle deaths such as cancer and old age but most had been killed by death-eaters.
I am quite ashamed to say that I have lived a very peaceful life. Voldemort and his cronies have never come for me. I never thought they would. I know Tom still loves me… under all that hate and murder. And I love him too. I see him in my dreams sometimes… he comes to me as a seventeen year old boy, apologising for everything he's done wrong… and each time I forgive him, telling him to come back to me and that, even in our old age we can live together. But he simply smiles sadly and fades away.
The war is quickly coming to a climax. I can feel the trembles of pain and anguish through the earth as I quietly tend my garden. I knew the day was coming… Tom is not as reflexive as he once was… I know because neither am I. Harry Potter has the upper hand in this fight and I know he will not let Voldemort go…
The day came sooner than I expected… and much closer than I expected too… mere streets from my cottage.
It was close to evening when I heard the blasts of spells and curses, the screaming of victims and the thunder overhead.
I tottered to the scene as fast as I could to find that the fighting had ceased, bar two…
Crowds of death eaters and Aurors stood in a large ring with Tom and Potter in the centre.
I edged my way through the crowd to stand at the edge of the ring. Potter was on his knees, blood seeping from a wound on his temple. Tom stood above him, wand drawn, and an awful sneer on his thin cold lips.
"Beg, Potter," he hissed. "Beg for your life"
Potter didn't say a word… I don't think he could. A girl stood opposite from me, across the fight on the other side of the ring. She was sobbing loudly but she couldn't move. I knew that this was Potter's lover. I'd seen pictures of them together in the papers.
Tom look up at that moment and saw me. His eyes widened and his wand dropped from his hand.
"Kali…"
Potter's spell hit him faster than anyone could register. Tom fell, in a graceful arc, and hit the ground. I rushed forward and knelt beside him.
"Tom…" I whispered, holding his head in my arms. Slowly his face changed. Grey hair sprouted on his head, red eyes turned dark and his skin returned to a normal colour.
"Take me home, Kali…" he murmured before fading away.
I looked up, through teary eyes, and saw Potter watching me, tears streaming down his face as well.
The ministry had wanted to burn Tom on a stake, to show the world they had conquered him but Potter refused.
Two days latter I buried Tom in a grave in my yard. I knew that he had been trying to come home all along… that is why the fight was so close… he was trying to reach me before it was to late.
He had vanquished his evil twin in the end… because of his love for me and mine for him… I will love him until the day I join him in the afterlife… then I will love him even more…
He will always be my Tom.
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