Make It Right

A Tale Of Girls And Dinosaurs

Tom was lying on his back in a small boat floating on the Crystal Palace Dino Lake. He had taken his shirt off and tucked it under his head.
The damp air and the heat from the sun had left him glistening in sweat and a faint blush in his cheeks. Over the summer his skin had become a tad bit sun kissed. His usual white marble and now been replaced with a still pale but a glowing complexion. It was still not enough to create a tanning line as the time he spent in the sun was also under water in the swimming pool at Slytherin Castle.

His thoughts were lost in grey eyes and red hair as he felt a cool drop roll down his chest. Tom frowned and swatted the tickling drop away with a swipe of his hand. Another drop landed on his chest, and another one. He gave a vexed huff and opened his eyes as a shade fell across his face and upper body. He shrugged as goose bumps appeared on his skin.

The sight that met him caught him severely off guard. A flying red and green blur slammed into his stomach, efficiently knocking his breath out.

For a split second Tom found himself staring into emerald eyes framed by an innocent child’s face, before the boat toppled over and left them both under water.

Instinctively wrapping his arms around the tiny body, he settled his feet beneath himself and stood up. The lake was shallow and the water only reached him to his armpits. He lifted the child further up and settled her on his arm. She wrapped her small arms around his neck and held on tightly.

Tom gave a huff and a good shake of his hair to clear his head. The girl giggled and wiggled as the shower of dirty water splatted her face. Tom held her tighter so she wouldn’t slip back into the water.

“Oh. So you think that’s funny do you?” Tom said with a scowl on his face. He did like kids, just not when they scared the living daylights out of him.

“I’m sowy” she pouted. Her small button nose was buried in his neck. Tom melted when he felt the pout and the small puffs of breath against his collarbone.

“It’s alright darling, but you should not climb on the dinosaurs anymore. if you fall again I will not be there to catch you”. Tom was making his way towards the shore.

Tom was standing on a patch of sand, he assumed that it was the architects idea of a trendy beach, with the girl still cradled in his arms.

“Where is your mum anyway?” He glanced down at her and found that she had fallen asleep at some point during their, or rather his, five minute walk to the shore. However, he did not have to wait long to get and answer. The very next moment he saw the woman from the café, Lilith, coming running towards them.

“Lily. Oh god Lily.” She nuzzled the girl, unaware that she was still sitting securely on Toms arm hiding her face in the crook of his neck. Carefully he handed the bundle over to her rightful owner. Lily wiggled and her mother sat her down on the sun warm ground.

“Don’t you ever run away like that! You scared me halfway to death.”

“I’m sawy mommy. I never do it again, pwomise.” Lily said and hugged her mother tightly around her knees. Lilith lost her balance for the second time that day, but instead of hitting the unforgiving ground, she was caught in a pair of wet, strong and warm arms. Lily had already let go and started to dig a hole in the sand with her small hands.

Tom caught her and held her until she regained her footing. Her small hands pressed against his chest and she looked up at him.

“I’m sorry, got your dress all wet. “ his gaze shifting to the ground. ‘Why am I getting all shy around a girl?’ he thought

“Oh, don’t worry about it, it’s only water after all. I’m sorry I got all of you wet” she said tearing her eyes away from the warm chest she had just been clinging to.

“It’s only water” he mimicked with a shy half smile.

“Thank you for catching me, and, um, my daughter. I’m really sorry. She can be quite a handful sometimes. I’m Lilith Evans” she said at offering her hand. Tom stared at the seemingly fragile hand for something that seemed like an eternity.

‘Introduce yourself maybe, you incompetent half-breed twat!’

“Hey, I’m Tom Riddle. Lilith…Evans…. Doesn’t sound quite right, does it? What is your maiden name?”

“Rose.”

“Lilith Rose. Now that does sound right.” He grinned cheekily. Lilith blushed.

Their hands were still linked together. Tom studied her face closely. His gaze roamed down her body and back up to meet her eyes. He took a sharp breath as he finally realised who she was. He kicked himself for not leaving the park when he couldn’t remember who she was.

“Merlin, I’m sorry, I…” his voice faltered.

“What?” she asked with an apparent look of confusion upon her face. A quiet “Oh” was the only thing that left her mouth as she too remembered where she had met him before. She would never forget those eyes. Lily’s eyes.

“August 17th.” She whispered.

Tom froze, standing dead still. His eyes wandered to the little girl on the swing. He looked back at the girl he had taken so crudely 3 years ago, her face as if made of stone. He was confused. The little girl turned to look at her mother. That’s when he saw it; his eyes, his nose, his cheekbones. His…?

She saw Toms eyes wander to the little girl playing in the sand by their feet.

“Is she really…?” Tom asked, not daring to move an inch even though all he wanted to do was run.

“Yes” she nodded “you can easily tell by her looks. Especially her eyes, no one in my family has eyes like her”

“I’m sorry, I…”

“For what?” Lilith huffed.

Tom stared at her in awe. Did she just ask him why, why the hell he was apologising to her.

“Well, I did rape you. Not to mention made you pregnant, and…” his voice trailed off as he noticed that she was still staring at him blankly.

“You don’t seem even the least upset!” he mildly accused.

“That’s because I got over it the moment Lily was born. She was so beautiful and so small. She was a gift, a good one.”

“You named her Lily? I like it, Lily Rose”

“That would be Lily Evans, I’m married now.”

“I still don’t get it. Why aren’t you screaming at me and hitting me and….not smiling?” he finished as he saw her lips twist into a smirk.

‘Oh no, she smirks like a Malfoy, I am going to get fucked over so bad’

“Come on. You must be cold” she said. “Let’s go to my place, you can have a shower, a shirt and some food when you’re all done.” She picked up her bag, snatched a blanket and handed it to him. He looked at her with a doubtful gaze. Lilith sighed and wrapped it around his shoulder.

“I don’t want you to freeze to death just yet!” she picked up Lily and brushed the sand off her wet dress. She bit her lower lip in deep thought. Making up her mind he turned back to Tom.

“Would you mind carrying her? She’s getting sleepy and I don’t want her to catch a cold.” He nodded numbly as she laid the girl in his arms. Lily dozed off immediately and snuggled into his bare chest. Tom was mesmerised. This tiny girl was his daughter. The vice like tight grip that had held his heart in the past few minutes let go and was replaced with a warm fuzzy feeling. His baby.

“Merlin, she so small.” He whispered.

Lilith chuckled. “Not anymore she isn’t.”

They walked together in silence back to the small house Lilith called her home.


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Both Lilith and Tom had had a shower and Lily had a bath.

Standing over Lily’s crib Tom asked a question that he had been aching to ask.

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t like your husband much?”

Lilith was caught off guard by his question. She wondered what it was that gave her up. She chuckled.

“What gave me away?”

“Nothing, besides the bruise on your wrist, I just don’t like him very much, and after what I saw in the cafe I doubt that I’m wrong. Besides, my cloak is lying on the bed, which leads me to think that you’re using it. May I ask why?”

“I like it. It’s warm, comfortable.” She said as she pulled it on “ It’s even waterproof, which is weird because it’s wool. And I like the way it looks on me, but you’re a bit bigger that me, so I guess it’s really oversized.” She spun around to show it off.

“No, it fits you perfectly. It’s not wool either it’s therestal hair. It was my mothers, an heirloom, passed down to every firstborn in the last millennia.”

Lilith stared at him in shock “ This cloak is a thousand years old?”

“Mhm, if you look in the seam at the neck it says ‘Salazar Slytherin’, he was my family’s founding father.”

“Oh, my god, I can’t keep this” she said and started taking it off.

“No, it’s yours, I gave it to you, besides, you are the mother of my firstborn, it is your right to wear this cloak” Tom could see were this conversation was heading, and did not like it very much.

“But she’s born out of wedlock”

Tom shrugged his shoulders. “ It doesn’t matter if she born in wedlock or not, she is the first child I’ve conceived and that is the only thing that matters.”

“Why did you give it to me in the first place, did you know I would carry your child?

“No, I did not know, consciously at least, and I didn’t want you to be cold, I had hurt you enough already.”

“No”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean no, you didn’t hurt me. You raped me, but you didn’t hurt me.”

“But you were bleeding, I…”

“…breached my maiden head. I was a virgin, and you were my first.”

“Merlin, I’m so, so sorry”

“Don’t be, better you than Keith”. Lilith said, making a face of pure disgust.

Again, Tom stared at her in utter disbelief.

“If you hate him so much, why’d you marry him?”

“I didn’t hate him when I married him. Didn’t know he was such a bastard until after the wedding”

“How long after?”

Lilith bowed her head, cheeks blushing. Why was she telling him all this?

Tom seemed to notice her inner battle and decided to leave the subject be, for now. If he mistreated her, it would not be long until he turned to Lily. He didn’t know what to feel about the sudden urge to protect them, but it was still there. It were his responsibility to look after them.

“I know I can’t ever make it up to you, but I’ll do anything…”

“Actually, there is something you can to, quite a few when I come to think of it.” Lilith cut in. Tom’s eyes lit up at the prospect of being able to make it right.

“You don’t have to accept though.” She said while looking down at her shoes. Tom noticed her shyness and urged her on.

“Well…”

“I want to feel you again. I need you to make me feel, like you did when…” her voice faltered in embarrassment.

“W- what?” he squeaked. Tom was dumbfounded.


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A/N; i know it when a bit quick there but i couldn't help myself. i dont have the patience to beat around the bush. oh gosh, only 70 plus some days till the new HP book. im definetly going into hiding!!!!

please review. i'd like to know what i sould do about keith. an d i have this urge to torture Tom a bit. not the bnlood and gore kind- i was thinking of a family dinner at some point- with both keith and liliths parents present. it would be fun to se him squirm. any ideas of how to make that happen? PLEASE REVIEW.