Chapter 3 : Lord Voldemort
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When it had come to the time for dinner, I refused Ellie’s proposal of accompanying her with a shake of my head. I laid there, silent and unmoving, waiting for an answer to magically appear in front of me. And there it was. Flying so gracefully, its large chocolate brown wings flapped ever so agile until it had reached its destination; my window.
I unlocked the latches of the window and retrieved the beautiful owl, as well as the message accompanying it. I watched it as it hooted softly, eyes so piercing and its beak so sharp. It dropped a crusty piece of parchment, roughly torn around the edges, onto my lap. Tom Riddle’s elegant elvish writing was recognised immediately and the message was brief:
We have a lot to talk about. Please, if you wish, meet me at the Quidditch Pitch. I’ll be waiting for you.
Absentmindedly, I stroked the thick fur of his owl and it hooted with affection. I thought about the message. What could he possibly want? That did not matter. All that did was that I needed to know. Without another minute’s hesitation, I bolted out of my dorm.
- - -
I spotted him instantly. His black cloak was billowing in the wind. His hands were in his pockets and his gaze was to the green grass below him. He was a magnificent sight. I felt myself blush as he looked up, a surprised look on his handsome face.
I stood still, unlike the distant trees as he slowly approached me.
“Amy.” He sighed softly as soon as he was a few inches away from me. “Amy...”
I avoided his gaze. “What do you want Tom?” It came out as a whisper. I was afraid of him. Yet that did not stop me from coming out here.
“Amy, please look at me.” He lifted my head so I could no longer avoid his gaze. His earnest bewitching gaze. Again, that look of remorse was present in his eyes.
He placed both hands on my face, caressing my cheeks. “I did not mean what I said. Amy, I never would.”
I stared, transfixed by his eyes and the sincere sentiments that belonged to them. It was like staring into a dark cavern, the glimmer of light shining brighter and brighter with every breath I took.
“Then why did you say it?” I managed to murmur. I felt his hot breath on my face and was intoxicated by his sweet scent.
“Amy, you need to understand.” I stared at him blankly. “I come from a line of pure bloods, as do Ace, Nott and Mulciber. It is only expected that they perceive you as they do. I, who does not and will not, fall victim to being swayed into choosing between yourself or them. Amy,-” I did not understand what he was saying. “I need this to be a secret.”
My brows furrowed and I was clearly confounded.
“I want you.” he murmured, relaxing his hands and instead, moving them down to my shoulders. “I think I even need you.” His voice brought tranquility and peace to me and like a possessed woman, I moved in closer towards him, placing my arms around his waist.
“It will be our secret. No one else’s. Not even Ellie.”
I nodded into his chest as he slowly, gently, kneaded the back of my head. The warmth and security he had provided me was beyond belief.
“I’d wanted this for a long time.” I mumbled, cuddling up into his chest.
I felt him nod and his arms tightened around me.
- - - -
We sat ourselves in the perfect position; atop of a small hill just by the lake. We watched the moon rise, our silhouettes swallowed in by the darkness surrounding us. The cold air brought a chill into my bones and it wasn’t long until I began to shiver.
“Here.” Tom said quietly, taking his cloak off to reveal the white school shirt underneath. It bore the Slytherin emblem. He wrapped his black cloak around me and pulled me closer towards him. I felt myself hold my breath, stunned by how open he was with his affection.
“Tom,” I muttered, “why me?” I posed him the question I had asked myself previously.
He didn’t reply for a moment and I thought he had chosen to ignore it. When he did reply, it was as though the world stopped.
“It’s because I want you, Amy. You’re everything I need in my life...” He tilted my head towards him and my whole system had shut down. His piercing eyes stared deep into mine for one intense second before he closed them and pressed his lips to mine. It was pure ecstasy for those few seconds. Those few seconds that Tom Riddle’s lips pressed against mine. He pulled back and stared once again. “You’re perfect Amy. I need you in my life.”
Those simple words reduced me to my knees and brought my stomach to a plummet past the earth’s core. I felt him need me when he held me that evening. It was as though I was his last breath, holding onto it as long as he could.
His arms were wrapped tightly around me as we sat atop a hill, watching the moon and stars shine high above us.
“Tom, wouldn’t we get into trouble?” I asked him, looking into an animated watch on my arm.
He laughed as though I’d just told the most hilarious joke.
“Amy, I’m Head Boy.” He grinned at me, his eyes glistening with the white light of the perfectly round moon.
I smiled at him, knowing full well that nothing bad could happen when Tom was around. His smile slowly faded away and rather, a small frown replaced it. I cocked my head slightly and wondered what was going through his mind.
“Amy, would you laugh if I renamed myself Lord Voldemort?”
I would have laughed if it was not for his stern face. Stern and serious.
I hesitated, “I think Tom Riddle is a perfectly fine na-”
“No.” he snapped. I recoiled slightly, discomfort apparent as his eyes portrayed nothing but darkness like the shadows of the forest nearby. “No...” he said again. Softly this time. He shook his head gently and forced a smile.
“Lord Voldemort?” I raised an eyebrow.
He nodded, “I want to be known. I want to be the greatest wizard since Salazar Slytherin.”
I disregarded his reference to Slytherin as the greatest wizard and instead asked him why.
“I feel as though it’s what I have to do. And not as Tom Riddle.” He added as I opened my mouth to speak. “Tom Riddle... I need something more.”
I looked at him questioningly.
“I Am Lord Voldemort and I shall be the world’s greatest sorcerer.” He stared at me intently and I felt particularly vulnerable as his eyes shimmered a tinge of red.
Fear arose in me like vomit.
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