Draco: I think Ive gone insane... cause that didnt make any sense at all
Hermione: It doesnt make any sense to any of us. But yes, your insane.
Draco: Hey, what do you expect on the third chapter of this death grip story?
Many years had passed, eleven and a half to be exact, and much had changed,
Hermione: Things *change* in eleven and a half years!? Good GOD.
Harry: A decade is many years? Good lord... in the bible Jesus went from 12 to 30 in one page turn.
Alantia had given up hope in Tom, Lidia had died, and Tam had grown to become a very smart, beautiful,
and talented young witch, her eyes were even more of a deep beautiful emerald, and her hair was waist
length, with curled tips, it was shiney, and silky, she, though only eleven, had quite a nice body, she looked
as if she could be a gorgeous third or fourth year at hogwarts, though she wasn't even a first...but soon, very
soon she would be, for her and Alantia were shopping for her Hogwarts supplies as we speak...
Harry: Ok. Thats the worst sentence to date.
Draco: As much as we hate to do this to you folks, were gonna repost it and comment throughout. Just
thought youd want to see how long it was un-edited.
Alantia had given up hope in Tom, Lidia had died, and Tam had grown to become a very smart, beautiful,
and talented young witch,
Hermione: OK, that isnt a paragraph or something summed up in a sentence, its a chapter a least.
Draco: Ive got a book for you. Its called THIS BLOWS GOAT, its three sentences long, and it spans six
centures...
her eyes were even more of a deep beautiful emerald, and her hair was waist length, with curled tips, it was
shiney, and silky
Harry: And we have confirmation! Even the daughter is a Mary Sue!
Ron: I dont see why so many girls want waist length hair. Its gross.
Hermione: And tough to deal with...
, she, though only eleven, had quite a nice body,
Draco: *Spit takes his soda*
Hermione: Oh dear god...
Harry: ...well at least we know for sure whether that this was written by an eleven year old.
Draco: *Taps her shoulder*
Hermione: Yes, yes, or a pedophile.
she looked as if she could be a gorgeous third or fourth year at hogwarts, though she wasn't even a first...
Draco: Oh yeah... thats soooo hot... an eleven year old knock out.
but soon, very soon she would be,
Harry: That sounds *way* too ominous for something as simple as going to school
for her and Alantia were shopping for her Hogwarts supplies as we speak...
Hermione: Theres no speaking, and the narrators the only one their. Jesus...
Draco: Nom Jesus isnt there either
"Mum'ma, whats next on the list?"Came Tam's soft, gentle and very loving and quite musical voice.
Harry: Hence the absurd about of adjectives
Draco: If I *ever* heard someone talk both soft, gentle, loving and musically at the same time, Im pretty
sure Id have to sucker punch them in the throat.
"Well I think we should get your wand before we get your owl, books, and potion ingrediants...and we can
save your robes for tomorrow..."
Hermione: *Blinks* What else is there?
Draco: And why does she instantly get an owl?
Ron: Oh yeah, theyre playing the poor single mother angle reeeaal well.
Alantia replied, staring happily to her daughter whom seemed to be quite pleased.
Harry: Right. Someone fails to realize that for a wizard family child this is just getting stuff for school
"So off to Ollivanders?"
Hermione: Thats right folks, she actually talks like an 80 year old women already
"Yes."
"Yay!"
Harry: <Tam> *Giggles* Hehe!!! I get to screw up a shop and get creeped out by a guy with big silvery
eyes!
Tam ran off to the dust store and ran in giggling softly,
Draco: Thats right kids, you can buy *anything* on Diagon Alley
then sneezed, she had always been allergic to dust, and its musty smell, which this store was full of.
Hermione: As you would expect from a Dust Store, yes...
Draco: Thats like someone whos alleric to cats running into a pet store and taking a deep breath...
Tam continued to sneeze until Mr.Ollivander came out and greeted her.
Ron: Y’know, after the twentieth or twenty first continuous sneeze, you think some bleeding would occur.
"Why hello youn- Oh my, oh my..."He stared deeply into her emerald eyes, and then looked across her
beautiful black hair,"Are you by chance related to Tom Marvolo Riddle...?"
Harry: Because Tom Riddle was the only one in that century who had black hair
Draco: What *is* this obsession with these fucking middle names?
Hermione: Mary Sue Point- shes soooo mysterious and important shes baffling even Ollivander
At this point Alantia came in and watched in slight confusion, she had never seen Ollivander stare at anyone
that hard...
Draco: *Porn Music*
Hermione: Ew.... Ollivanders, like 2 millenia old!
Draco: Ok, so its Porn Music Coming from a record player...
"Yes, I am,"Tam began,"My name is Tam Marvolone Riddle."
Draco: Right. The next person who says their middle name like ANYONE GIVES A FUCK, Im going to
hex their balls off. Or ovaries.
Ollivander looked to Alantia and gasped.
Draco: <Ollivander> Its... y-you... the worst Character ever! Nooooo!
Harry: *Snickers*
"Miss Alantia Gothis....you're Miss Riddle's mother?"
Harry: This is the guy who instantly knew me, my parents, *their* wands, Voldemorts wand, and the
Pheonix who had given it... but he doesnt know that? Good god.
At this Alantia only nodded, and Ollivander shook his head.
Draco: <Ollivander> I cant believe Im being used as a plot device in this POS story...
"Dear dear me..."He softly whispered, finally looking back to Tam,"Miss Riddle which is your wand hand?"
Draco: *Porn Music*
Harry: .......we all could have done without the hyperpedophilic hand job reference, Draco
Tam held out both hands.
Draco: Woah. Lucky Ollivander.
Hermione: Stop it!
"I can use either...nearly anything..."
Hermione: Shes even special in her *hands*. Good lord.
MSTers Note: You know what folks? Im going to level with you. Im sorry. I truly am. I got within *two
sentences* of the end of this, I was ON THE FINAL NOTES... and the computer restarted. Honestly, I
cannot BRING myself to MST the rest of it a second time, and honestly I dont think Draco, Ron, Hermione
or Harry deserve it. Well, maybe Ron.
Ron: Hey!
Tiger: You know what I will do? Ill post the rest of it, and if any of YOU want to MST the rest, send your
finished version in, and Ill post the best one right under here.
"Hmm..how very interesting..."Ollivander said, pulling out his measuring type and measuring her, then
leaving it to continue on its own as he spoke of what the wands were made of, and the history of the shop.
Ollivander soon went for wands, first bringing her...
"Holly, 9 inches, unicorn hair.....No no...not right at all..."
then...
"Yew, 12 inches, dragon heart string...hmm..close..but not right..."
and after many many more trys he came upon a very special...powerful and unique wand...
"Hmm..this is a very strange thing indeed.."He whispered.
"What?"Alantia and Tam asked
"This wand...it is Rosewood, 11 inches, the core of unicorn hair, pheonix feather, veela hair, and dragon
heart string...."He gulped it seemed...then continued,"This wand is the only veela hair wand ever sold in this
shop and it will do many great things...as your father's has and will...here..give it a test..."
And with that Ollivander gave her the wand and she swished and flicked, then silver and green sparks shot
fourth.
"Ah, yes...a perfect match...that will be seven galleons."
Alantia paid Ollivander and they left, Tam amazed and smiling brightly at her wonderful new wand, until she
looked to her mom...she had a question her mother hoped she'd never ask...
"Mum'ma, What happen to da'da?"
Alantia froze in place and stared at her daughter she wasn't quite sure what to say, so she sighed, and said
the truth...
"Well...Tam, your grandma Lidia hated him and she refused to let me see or write to him when she found
out that I was pregnant with you, and well he stopped writing and after awhile you were born and he wrote
again...twice...and three times when you were a year old, but mum burned the letters and I never heard from
him again..."
When Alantia had finished Tam's eyes were filled with tears.
"S-so h-he didn't care?"Tam whispered, a few tears leaking out and rolling down her cheeks.
"No!"Alantia exclaimed,"Of course he cared! He cared more about you then anything else in life, it was just
that grandma Lidia, and well he didn't wanna risk...well you know..."
Tam simply nodded and continued on down the road to the pet store and so on, with Alantia following
behind.
After a long while Alantia and Tam had finished and Tam carried her new belongings along back to the hotel
they were staying in.
"Tam, I hope you're not upset or anything...I'm really sorry, I should have told you alon-"
"No Mum'ma, its ok. I'll be off to bed now...it's nearly nine o' clock you know...well night night..."Tam
yawned as they made it into the hotel room, setting her things down by the wall and heading off the the
quarters with her bed.
"Night night my dear Tamary..."Alantia whispered heading off to her own quarters with a deep, sadden sigh.
Alantia quickly undressed, and pulled her long brown hair into a pony tail, and got into her silken night wear.
She pulled back and soft satan sheets and laid on her bed, curling up in her sheets and closing her eyes,
thinking about Tom, she pulled the covers over her head and softly cried herself to sleep, not knowing in a
few hours her life would change...
In Italy in a large and grand villa sat Tom, he was miserable, his loyal servant Lucifer Malfoy had poisoned
Lida and killed her, making it posible for Tom to go see his daughter and 'fiance', but the moment he
apparated to paris, to the manor she stayed in with her father and Tam, Alantia had left for Scottland, and
that was four years ago, he had his servants searching night and day, but still they could not find Alantia and
Tam, it was as if they'd been wiped of the face of the earth, but then...Rosilyn Harper, a young 'slave' Lucifer
Malfoy had got a letter from Alantia, it seemed that she and Alantia had been friends growing up, and now
their children were friends...meaning she she held the key to finding Alantia, but at the moment she too was
no where to be found. <Btw, thats ONE SENTENCE
Tom sat waiting...and waiting until finally there was a knock at his window he glanced over and it was,
Slyth, Lucifer Malfoy's owl. Tom sighed at this and snapped his fingers twice, the window opened and the
owl flew to him, let him have the letter, hooting madly and flying off. Tom grumbled about the bird being
disrespectful, and sat back down, opening the letter, his jaw dropping as he read...in only a few hours his life
would be perfect.
Hours passed and Alantia laid still sleeping, peacefully compared to how she had been hours ago when
crying. She continued to sleep, not knowing her hopes and dreams were about to come true as Tom
apparated to her room and sat on her bed, pulling the sheets away from her face, gently stroking her hair
back.
"Alan',"Tom whispered,"Please wake up...."
Tom's face was so close to Alantia's that as he spoke his lips brushed against hers, and when he stopped
speaking, he pressed his lips gently against her's giving her a soft loving kiss, and she quickly stirred.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!"Alantia shrieked, which was partly muffled as Tom deeped the kiss, causing her to
realise it was him...for no one could kiss like Tom Riddle, but just to make sure... "Thomas?"She whispered
as their kiss broke.
Tom only glared at her, yep..it was him alright, even in the shadowy darkness of her room she could see it in
his deep emerald eyes...
"Alantia...I've missed you so mu-Where is Tamary?"He asked sitting up, and giving her room to do the
same.
"In her quarters...hang on...TAMARY MARVOLONE RIDDLE GET UP!"
After Alantia's scream, Tom looked shaken, as loud as that was there was no doubting she had awoken the
dead...but on lighter notes a sleepy Tam came running in.
"Yes, Mum'ma?"Tam yawned, Tom making personal notes on the fact she sounded to proper, yet none the
less very beautiful.
Tom of course, even though he realised Tam wouldn't know who he was, picked up Tam and hugged her
tight causing her to scream and cry in fear, she knew it wasn't Alantia. Tam sniffled and cried nervously,
Alantia laughing so hard at Tom she forgot to tell Tam who Tom was.
"P-please d-don't kill me...."Tam squeaked, making Tom laugh and set her down, looking her over, grinning.
"I'd never kill you Tamary."Tom smiled."I'm your father..."
"My father?"Tamary whispered."Lumos!"
Tam had been practicing that and a few other spells with her dead grandma's wand for 3 and a half years
now....Tom grinned.
"Oh my god...You are my dad!"Tam said looking at Tom in shock, then turnning to Alantia.
"Mother!"She squeaked excitedly,"You got dad'da here for me?"
"No...he just came...and asked to see you."She whispered, standing up and walking to the two smiling.
"I came because Rosilyn told me you were here, and I needed to see you guys...I missed you Alantia...and
Tam,"Tom kneeled down beside his daughter, making him abit shorted then her."I had to get to know
you...I've sent so many things for you, but Lucifer Malfoy...You know him right?"Tam nodded."Well he said
that bitch Lidia burned them all, and spent the money I sent 4 times a year...."
"So thats why I never heard from you Da'da?"
"Yes...but didn't Alantia give you the diary and locket?"
"Locket?...Diary?..."Tam stared at Alantia, whom bit her lip and looked away.
"Alantia! You didn't give it to her!?!"Tom asked, now he too stared at Alantia.
"Well I was scared it would hurt her....."She whispered then frowned."Look I need rest and so does
Tam...You can stay on the couch and Tam, you go to bed...Good night!"
Alantia smiled and shooed them out, Tom and Tam's jaws dropped. Alantia climbed into bed, and fell asleep,
after the aid of her sleeping potion, that was on the night stand, while Tom and Tam had a discussion on the
importantance of The Slytherin House, being in it, becoming prefect, then head girl, all the while learning the
wonder arts of Dark Magic...which of course was Tam's favorit kind of magic.