Something Wicked This Way Comes

[Tom Marvolo Riddle]

Well this is fascinating.

You know it’s always strange to actually notice something new when your life has been that of perpetual stasis. Time normally doesn’t have meaning, just sitting there waiting. One moment, I have a basalisk fang sticking out of my body and the next. Well I’m sure what’s next is obvious. But for the dour folk who do not… I suppose you could say I was visited by a god. Saved in my hour of need.

How droll.

But if anything it shows me that perhaps even I have my faults. And so I died or perhaps I didn’t, either way I was saved from oblivion in a way I never thought would happen. A smiling god. And well the things he said were curious… if they were true, rather helpful to my current situation.

After all when one is a book, one’s options are rather limited. And being a Diary was far more restraining. Who would read my blank pages, why bother writing in a leather bound journal that doesn’t have your own name on it. It’s all rather bothersome to say the least to convince some hapless fool that it’s alright, that I won’t mind. To that point I was rather lucky that that fool Lucius actually bothered to place me in a family of such dire straits.

But even then there were long periods where I had no contact outside world. Here? Where if it was, wherever I could feel my skin resting upon the ground so smooth and not real… The fact that I had that sensation was rather ominous. I could feel living things, that had never changed. It is however bothersome when something walks across you and you can do nothing about it.

Well I say nothing but there are some things I can do, it’s not much but I can feed. Though seldom doesn’t a spider provide me much sustenance. Not even much of a soul for me to drain or it to even grow attached to me. Simplistic creatures.

To feel its spindly little legs trespass upon my body well… Its maddening. But when in stasis, it’s the little things like that that give you a sense of time.

However this sensation was different, it wasn’t sporadic, nor even occasional. No this pulsing of something inside and around me was constant.

What was it he had called it?

Ah yes! Omnilium.

Simply named, egotistical, a sense of style, a brat prince I imagine, definitely someone to be on guard against or to ally depending on the situation.

But yes it was a thrumming I couldn’t ignore, for the first time since before my own creation, I felt as if there was difference between wakefulness and sleep.

Wait. No.

That’s not right at all. This is the second time. Yes that’s right.

It was an experience that came with a name, the name a very useful subject of mine. In fact I could feel her right now, and some of another. The one who’s wand I had stolen and blood I’d spilt by proxy.

Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter. Yes. That’s it.

It was with them that I first felt like this, that I had a body again with power roaring through veins that had never been mine before… and He had said with it, I could have anything, and the implication was also I could make anything. Did that include a soul?

A thought to be saved for later.

For now to test the assumption as it were. The feeling of existing as more than this bundle of pages, leather and sinew. I was more than any muggle or wizard and yet I was much more helpless. But then again, I existed whereas Voldemort did not. And now that I had died and known of his own demise as well, it was there that I could see it. Yes there was a distinction.

For now at least, that name will not be used. It would be like screaming out to all that is mad and obsessed that a cure for their insanity had been found and expecting them to understand.

Instead I shall have to use what is my birthright no matter how poorly placed it was.

I breathed.

It’s a curious sensation for a book to breathe, for a diary it was perhaps even more concerning. No doubt that silly little girl realized as much when I took form and she lost hers. However the circumstances of that incident did not matter, but the elements did.

I opened my eyes. Real eyes and stared about the world that only my leather had touched until now. At my feet- yes wonderful appendages they are- was my true form. Curiously small and yet there I was and yet I wasn’t.

Leaning over I picked myself up and as I did a was rewarded with a vigorous feeling spread across my body. Like static only more potent. Life energy, quicksilver and green. That’s what it felt like. And why green? Well to answer that I’d probably have to be a god. Which unfortunately I was far from being such a thing. Simply put that’s what it felt like and without being apotheosized it would have to remain that way.

I, Tom Riddle am renewed.

[Tom Marvolo Riddle]

White, white everywhere. How could a god be so unimaginative? Or perhaps it was a fit of boredom that had struck the being and He felt vindictive enough to inflict his madness upon myself and less fortunate ilk. Above me though was a massive structure that I had to say did show at least a little foresight and effort.

Not a total loss then, but still unimaginative. In time I’m sure I could do better-

My eyes caught white on white, quite a feat, but it wasn’t something to marvel at, at the moment.

Armored figures were attempting to subdue a cloaked figure in a rather violent fashion that I approved of. Though they seemed to be ineffectual much to their demise. Whoever they were, it seemed that they had their hands full and the quick to react types at that. Not conducive to staying healthy provided the lot of them lived long enough to even notice me let alone pay me a visit. Those lances of reds were especially worrying.

Magic?

I had never known wizarding kind to wear armor such as that or at all, unless you counted dragons hide clothing which had been at the top of my list. It’s the difference of wearing a nice set of robes and wearing robes of kings and this didn’t even seem to factor and yet the light- my jaw clenched, a sensation that had been foreign to me for so long and now I was faced with a real reason to do so. Armor and spellfire, a mystery to which I was not privy to nor would it become knowledge that could access.

It was unacceptable but also a necessity.

Walking that way would assuredly lead me into possible conflict or interaction I wasn’t ready for. I may have the destiny he laid out for me, but that did not mean I had the experience and something told me pieces were missing. A sense of loss that echoed through my hollows.

With an awareness of impending doom ringing in the form of a firefight’s staccato I turned an eye upon the world with quick detail as my goal. Doorways loomed in the distance and each from a glance seemed to be marked by stereotypes that if I was right were decidedly human. So either man had built them or someone inhuman, Omni perhaps, had patterned them off of human concepts. A smoldering archway, spewing smoke and ember was proof enough of that… now if it was ice cold inside then irony could be the modus operandi instead.

Either way they were descriptive enough to figure out which ones were likely suspects.

Instinct would have to serve me as well until I my hypothesis was tested for better or for worse, or at least until Irony become reality and circumstance had me slitting a cannibalistic child’s throat in the land of sunshine and daisies. After all what was this new lease on life without running into the strange, surprising and the cliché? Probably someplace far saner than the wizarding world had treated me in my days as a human- no, in the days before my creation.

Moving with a plan felt right, even if in reality I had no idea where I was going. At least for now I could pretend and that alone made this new sensation of existence a bit more endurable.

Just minutes ago I should have been consigned to oblivion and instead I found myself within an afterlife of sorts. Best to wonder how such things came to be after securing a place of safety, hopefully an Inn of some kind and maybe some butterbeer.

A grin alighted my mouth; yes something along those lines would do quite nicely…

Onward, to destiny, death or at least a decent drink!