my riddle to solve (tom riddle)

eleven

After an unknown amount of time had passed, I slowly started to wake up. My head spinning and my vision blurry. I was still outside; I could feel the sharpness of the cold air hitting my bare skin. I tried to rub my sore eyes, but I soon realized that my hands had been tied behind my back. I was in a sitting position, up against one of the large trees. I was obviously somewhere in the forest. I looked up for a moment, and wasn't even able to see the Moon.

"You're awake," a soft voice said from in front of me. A boy that looked to be a few years older than me stepped into my line of vision. He cast a Lumos, allowing me a better view of him. He was clearly a wizard, seeing as he was wielding a wand and had just performed magic. He wasn't in a Hogwarts uniform though, and I didn't recognize him.

"I have your wand. I can't give it back to you yet, but I can assure you that you're safe," he told me, his voice tinted with an Irish accent.

"Where am I?" I asked. I obviously knew that we were somewhere in the Forbidden forest, but I was hoping that this question would get him to reveal something more.

"Couldn't tell you, I'm not entirely sure. But Pops knows, and he'll be back soon. What's your name?" I heard the loud squawk of a bird from overhead, which gave me a moment to think.

"Diane. What's yours?" I lied, using my mother's name.

"Cian Byran. So you go to Hogwarts then?" I nodded my head, seeing as my uniform had already revealed me.

"Yeah, I'm a Ravenclaw. In my fifth year. Did you go to Hogwarts?" I purposely told him that I was younger, hoping that he would underestimate my abilities. Clearly, he was somehow involved in my capture.

"Nah, I was homeschooled. Mum and Pop both thought Hogwarts was for dandies. What's your blood-status?"

"Both my parents are magical. Can you tell me why we're here, Cian?" I asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Oh, well, I would've thought that's obvious. Pops caught you. Your friends all got away, if that's what you're wondering. Pops is trying to track them down as we speak," he informed me in a sad voice.

"Is your father working alone?" I had started to fidget with the rope binding my hands together. Whoever had tied the knots had done a great job, seeing as I wasn't able to loosen them at all.

"Yeah, it's just the two of us camped out here. We've been here for a week or so, but so have they. The ones who work for Grindelwald are also here. They were after you, that's how Pops found you. He didn't want them to get you."

Well, if my memory served me right, Cian's father had seemed quite delighted when he had fooled me with his Boggart Imitation Charm.

"Why would he not want them to find us?" I asked quietly. I was incredibly curious as to why Cian and his father were camped out in the forest in the first place. Even though it wasn't technically Hogwarts grounds, most people avoided this area at all stakes.

"Not sure. He doesn't tell me much. Why were you and your friends in the forest?"

"One of my friends wanted werewolf blood. Stupidly, I agreed to help him try and get some," I admitted with a groan.

I was going to kill Riddle for getting me into this mess.

"Really? Werewolves are super dangerous, what would be worth risking your life trying to get some of their blood?" he asked in disbelief.

"I wish I knew. Er, Cian. Is there a chance you could untie me?" He shook his head sorrowfully.

"I would, but if Pops comes back and sees, I'd be in big trouble. Your voice sounds a bit raspy, would you like some water?"