New Colors of Life

Warning- sex, drugs, death. You are warned!
There are some words that should be in italic, but it's a pain in the ass to search for them, as I am copying the text straight from FF. So...sorry.


Deluded minds

No problem can be solved from the same consciousness that created it (Einstein)

"Yes, we are," annoyed to hell, Tom looked at Hermione.

"No, we are not," snapped Hermione back.

"Yes, we are, Granger. And shut the fuck up," growled the Dark Lord snatching the small box from Hermione's hands.

"No, we are not. And go take a hike, Riddle," retorted Hermione snatching the small box back.

"Don't make me kill you, Granger," spat Tom trying to take the box form Hermione's clutches.

"I'm so scared. Can I pee now or I have to wait?" in a mockingly scared voice Hermione squeaked.

The pleasantries exchange had been lasting for a couple of hours already, and they were losing their precious time.

In only seven hours they were supposed to be in the International Magical Floo Department from where they would leave for Mexico, but to Tom it seemed that they were not going to make it.

All their bags had been packed- the books, potions, clothes, personal items, two snakes and the parrot were ready for the departure.

Tom and Hermione, however, were far from being ready. The fight that has been lasting for a couple of hours seemed to have no end.

"You're supposed to be kind of smart, you know, Riddle? But all I can see is an idiot who doesn't understand the consequences of his actions," said Hermione looking at the psychotic Dark Lord who was about to explode.

Tom felt his eye twitch. Just one more month with Granger and he'll be as sane as Dumbledore, Tom thought irritated.

How could she not understand that there was no time for their chit-chat?

They had to eat the mushrooms now, so that the effect would wear off by the time they reach the International Floo Airport.

They couldn't take the toxic mushrooms with them- Tom didn't want to sit in a prison sell for as long as he lived- considering all his horcruxes, Tom really did not want to end up behind the bars with Granger as his only companion.

They also couldn't just leave the toxic mushrooms behind- they had to have at least some experience before the main ritual, and there was no opportunity to find the necessary ingredients in Mexico without arising suspicions. So, Tom could see only one solution to the problem.

"Granger," whispered Tom quietly, "give me the box with the mushrooms."

"No way in hell, Riddle!" stubbornly said Hermione looking at Tom as if he were a little bug in her birthday cake. "You don't know what you're about to do! All your stupid pureblood believes don't let you see the consequences properly. I, being a mudblood, know much better what could happen were we to eat the mushrooms now! The effect will be much stronger that you expect it to be and it definitely won't wear off in just seven hours! It's a drug, you idiot, and muggles know much more about drugs. So, no, I'm not letting you ruin everything we have planned."

"Fine," answered Tom calmly.

"Fine?" suspicious, Hermione took a step back holding her precious box tightly.

Nagini, Butterfly and Dumbls, who were watching the fight as if it were a tennis match, turned their eyes towards Tom, waiting.

"Be a good girl, Hermione, and give me a nice blowjob," smirking Tom whispered.

"What? Are you out of your mind, Riddle?" shrieked Hermione looking at the Dark Lord who was now unzipping his trousers.

"No? All right," smiled Tom and just when Hermione finally noticed that his right hand was holding a yew wand, she heard a soft whisper.

"Imperio".

A wave of pleasant shiver ran through Hermione's body.

"Now, Hermione dear, how do you feel?" amused, Tom asked while freeing his already erect cock from his pants.

"Wonderful," replied Hermione quickly and frowned. Something was wrong.

Looking at the smirking Dark Lord, Hermione thought that she wanted to rip him apart.

'Wait a second. How is this possible? The Imperius curse is supposed to make my mind go numb and weak, but I still understand everything and I can control my body and emotions,' astonished,

Hermione looked at Tom who was watching her closely, even inspecting her, as if she were some sort of an experiment.

"You see, darling, magic is a fascinating thing. As you, no doubt, already know, the Imperius curse is an Unforgivable, meaning that it's not supposed to work on you were I to cast it. Correct?" asked Tom indulgently.

"Yes, that's right. Because of the deal and the magical contract between us, you cannot use any of the three Unforgivables on me," answered Hermione after a second. "Then what did you do?" looking suspiciously at the beaming ex-Head Boy who was smiling like a crocodile.

'Bastard,' thought Hermione when she started moving towards him without first noticing it.

Tom frowned a little, so Hermione guessed that he was once again occupying her now deluded mind.

"Yes, that's what my daddy dearest called me as well when I went to his place to 'meet the family'," sneered Tom and before Hermione could say anything, she was on her knees, with Tom's erect cock in front of her face.

"As you know, Hermione, the Imperius curse should have taken all your will power from you and give me a complete control of your actions. However, we can both see that it's not the case. The deal between us made sure that I won't use the Unforgivables to hurt you. But…," at that, Tom took Hermione's chin between his thumb and index finger, "I have found another way to use the said curse. It does affect you, dear, but only when you want it to," smiled Tom and kissed Hermione tenderly.

"If I tell you to jump out of the window, or, for example, to cut your wrists, the Imperius curse will break. However, if I tell you to kiss me- you will, because deep inside you want to. And that's all that matters for magic," quietly whispered Tom and smiled yet again.

"Don't flatter yourself, Riddle. You can't make me do anything," annoyed, Hermione looked at the still proudly standing cock.

"Let's try and see, shall we? For the reference, you will know what you're doing, your mind will not be clouded- let's just say that all those little boundaries you have set for yourself, will disappear. If you don't want to do something, and I mean truly don't want to, then the curse will break," sweetly added Tom and released Hermione's chin.

"Now suck my cock," that was a direct order and Hermione found herself leaning towards.

Just when her lips enclosed over the erect tool, Hermione understood just what kind of shit she found herself in.

After a wonderful blowjob, a striptease, a round of hot sex, Tom found himself in a very good mood.

Hermione, on the other hand, was fuming. The bastard was so sneaky and clever that she could find no way out of the current situation. If to be honest, Hermione admitted quietly in her somewhat occupied mind, she didn't really want to.

After Tom decided to have fun and told Hermione to imagine that she was a horse and give him a ride on her back, she felt the curse breaking.

Tom felt it as well, so he quickly changed the command and told her to hug him. To her horror, Hermione felt the curse's strength return and then she was sitting in Riddle's lap, hugging him as if he were her favorite teddy-bear.

So, Tom was right, Hermione finally admitted- the curse failed to function when she didn't want to comply with Tom's wishes and when the said order meant to harm her. And, still disgusted, Hermione realized just how perverted her own mind was.

A very satisfied Dark Lord kissed Hermione on the lips and told her to bring him the box. In just a second Hermione was back in his lap with the said box, glaring at Tom's twinkling dark eyes with all her will. Unfortunately for her, Tom's will was much stronger, as well as his magical powers.

Having the mushrooms divided in two, Tom offered Hermione her part. Still being under the effect of the curse, Hermione fumed, cursed and glared, but still ate her part. Smiling like a Cheshire cat, the Dark Lord swallowed the second half.

He should mark this day in his calendar, Hermione thought glaring at Tom who now told her to stand up.

"Now, Hermione. You've been a very good girl and I'm pleased. Until the acid in the mushrooms starts taking effect, we still have some time to find out just how much you hate me," said Tom coldly and Hermione was sure that nothing good would come out of this.

"Take your wand," stated Tom looking dead serious. Carefully, Hermione stretched her hand and took hold of her precious wand.

'Dear Merlin, what is he up to?' thought Hermione looking at the Dark Lord who put his own wand aside.

"We're about to leave the country," started Tom with his Lord Voldemort voice that Hermione didn't hear very often and was very pleased about it because it sent shivers of dread and fear down her spine.

Looking at the scared Hermione, Tom continued.

"You always scream how you want me dead and how much you would enjoy killing me, Hermione. So, I'll give you a chance," deadpanned Tom coldly smirking at the horrified figure of his lover.

"Let's match the powers of Lord Voldemort's charm and your own precious believes. I am the symbol of evil in your eyes, Hermione; I'm the person who will destroy muggles and mudbloods in the near future, I will cause pain and destruction all over the world. I will kill everyone who stands in my way and I will never stop," determined the Dark Lord looked at the shivering Hermione.

"You have a chance to stop it, my darling. Now we will see what is stronger- your believes or your heart," said Tom taking a step back and Hermione saw a maddening glint in his beautiful eyes.

She already knew what he wanted her to do. It was a test she was about to fail. How many times

she had wished to get a chance to destroy him, to rid the world of this evil, vile creature. Of Tom.

'God, no!' pleaded Hermione.

"You are under the curse, angel. You know the rules," coldly smiled the Dark Lord and then, before Hermione could even prepare herself for what was about to happen, she heard a crystal clear command.

"Kill me".

…..

The wand fell on the floor with a muted thud from Hermione's trembling hand.

What had she done, was the only question running through her exploding brain. What had she done?

Hysterical tears started to fall from her eyes and Hermione could not stop them even if she wanted to.

A pair of strong arms took her shivering body from the floor and carried towards the bed.

"Hush, angel. We both knew what was going to happen, so why cry now?" the so familiar voice asked amused.

Really, why should the Dark Lord Voldemort be amused when his only threat had just thrown away the only chance to save the world of his presence? Yes, really, why should he be amused that the damn curse broke at the same second he spoke the command, Hermione thought still crying in Tom's arms.

"Over-confident asshole", muttered Hermione enjoying the warmth of the embrace. "And a sick one too," she added after a second.

When no reply came, Hermione tore her tear-stained face from the pillow and looked at Tom who was, in return, looking back at her strangely.

"You have such a beautiful face," he muttered hotly. "Especially those red eyes of yours."

'Red eyes? He's sooo lost it,' thought Hermione amused until she noticed that Tom's nose was growing.

With unbelieving eyes, Hermione turned to have a better look at Tom who was now inspecting her from some distance.

"Your skin is so Slytherin- green and scaly," deadpanned Tom seriously.

He's gone mad, though Hermione when she noticed that there was a lonely horn on the top of Tom's head and it was glittering.

Stiffing a giggle, Hermione sat up in bed. A weird sound coming from Tom made her stand up and come closer to him. Has he noticed a horn, mused Hermione trying to touch the amazing thing.

Hermione fell on her ass when she heard something she never imagined even possible.

Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort was giggling.

The floor was so soft and warm that Hermione decided to stay there, although she really couldn't get up even if she wanted to.

Tom looked at Hermione still giggling and then started laughing out loud.

Nagini, Butterfly and Dumbl did everything they could to stay unnoticed, hiding behind each other. So, all the while their owners were sitting on the floor, roaring with laughter, Nagini, Butterfly and Dumbl formed a scaly ball with a small mop of pink hair on the top of it.

Tom didn't know how much time had passed since they ate the mushrooms. He also didn't know why they ate the mushrooms, where they were and what was going on.

Everything was swaying, every little detail seemed so funny that Tom had a very strong suspicion he might not make it to the bathroom. Once he got to the restroom and finally seated himself, Hermione stormed in demanding to let the Hogwarts' professors know she was ready for an exam.

What exam, thought Tom smiling. What Hogwarts?

The scaly ball with a mop of pink hair on the top of it also had three pairs of unnaturally big eyes that were following every move of the insane owners who now sat under a small table in the corner of the room, giggling and throwing scared glances around them.

A few minutes ago Tom thought that he had heard footsteps and felt a strong lemon aroma.

"Dumbledore!" cried Tom and looked at the scared beyond belief Hermione.

"He knows I'm from the future, he'll send me to Azkaban!" wailed Hermione and dove under a small table in a dark corner of the room.

"He'll eat my horcruxes," quickly decided Tom and joined Hermione in her sanctuary.

For the next hour the scaly ball with a mop of pink hair and three pairs of huge eyes found out that Dumbledore was invisible, he had an army of spiders that Hermione saw, and he could make Tom jump and point his wand at the walls by touching him.

After an hour the stoned pair remembered about their Floo Flight and quickly moved towards the door, still giggling and glancing around suspiciously. Nagini, Butterfly and Dumbl didn't move a muscle.

The ride to the Magical Floo Airport would have been great, hadn't it been for the fact that the pair along side with their luggage had been thrown out of the several cars several times.

Still giggling, Hermione tried to kiss Tom when they sat in the seventh cab, almost near the entrance to the abandoned factory- Magical Floo Airport.

Tom was a little more sober than Hermione and tried to stop her, causing the cab driver to turn the car drastically to the right side.

With a loud thud the car stopped.

Hermione was thrown back to her seat by Tom who was already outside, looking completely sober and determined.

The streets were empty and there was only one other person on the street near the cab. The driver and a dark haired man with tears in his eyes were on the ground near a woman who was unconscious while Tom stayed a couple of meters away.

Still giggling, Hermione made it out of the car and moved closer to the two men. Why was this woman on the ground, not moving?

"You junkies, you killed her!" screamed the dark haired man.

All the fog from Hermione's mind vanished in a second when she looked at Tom. He didn't have to say anything for Hermione to understand that the woman was indeed dead.

Horrified, Hermione looked at the unmoving body of the dead woman.

Her heart stopped for a second when Hermione saw the red auburn hair and the opened, unseeing green eyes. Bending down and not noticing the wailing man, Hermione looked into the purse of the car crash's victim. She had to know for sure.

When Hermione opened the wallet and saw the name of the victim, she felt as if the skies had fallen onto her.

The two bright flashes of green light and a strong hand was all Hermione could see and feel.

She was led towards the entrance of the Magical Airport and there was only one thing she could see and understand.

'Margaret Evans' was written on the wallet. And Hermione knew for sure that she had just killed the mother of Lily Evans, who was now never to be born.

She had just killed Harry Potter.

A/N MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA