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Chapter 1

AN: Includes brief depictions of torture. Also did not realize how many typos this originally had when I first published it I was in a rush I am SO sorry and that will definitely not happen again, feel free to call me out because I CANNOT read stories with typos. Anyway, enjoy!

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February 12, 1977

"All too easy is it? Both brothers on your feet, fighting to the existential death for your attention," the laugh that reigned through the concrete cellar alongside the past words was one that would forever resonate in her mind, "It's revoltingly disappointing. The potential held by both of them, by their purified biological structure, completely destroyed by filthy ideals driven by the want to possess the scum of the earth."

Though a sneer was plastered permanently on his face, a smile tone was gleaming in his eyes, as if the new discovery of a blood traiting family was that he had the ability to destroy was nothing but a pleasantry, "When will they learn, it seems a rather redundant lesson at this point, those who fall for a Mudblood are left as mere specimens of what they use to be," he began holding his eye contact with the shackles on the wrist of his prisoner, "because if there is to be anything lower than a dirt infested magical being, it is one who wills himself to be infested with filth."

Though there was a mouthful of witty comments waiting on the tip of her tongue as a response to the snake-eyed man before her, phrases that certainly contained much more sense than anything he could make of, she knew she was already treading on her deathbed.

But though her mouth was held shut, her eyes remained glued to his own, willing, begging him to make some sort of contact with her own. To see how she presented herself so emotionally overwhelming that it would, hopefully, but close to certainly, bring a shock to his system.

Though he seemed to refuse to.

"Regulus was under an unforgivable," the brunette began, continuing to dare him to meet her gaze, "the Imperius Curse. It's why he pretended to care for me, why he appears loyal to me." she took a long breath before continuing her statement, "he wasn't though, not willingly.

Still nothing.

"He never had any loyalties apart from you."

Her saving grace formulated into her own personalized version of something far worse than a combination of Azkaban and hell.

Whatever reaction she believed would spark from her statement, was far from the reality that sprang upon her. One could never really guess what a mad man could do next.

Tom Riddle tapped his wand three times on the tip of the metal bars enclosing his cell before indicating in some sort of magical code that reverted his body back to its terroristic sub-human form.

"Well then he must prove it," his words were directed towards the air, the wall, anything but the muggle-born child in front of him. As if agreeing to acknowledge her as a person worth conversing with would give her more credit than any muggle-tainted being should have.

An inaudible gasp of confusion escaped from her mouth, causing the restraints on her wrist to tighten wandlessly by Voldemort's essence.

"The Mudblood simply believed I would take its word on a matter so severe as regarding the trustingness of my servants," this time, his hand certainly did grasp a wand looking device in his robe pocket, "I would say I had didn't believe it to be so immensely idiotic but that would be a tragic fib," catching the fear in her eyes from his peripheral vision was not strenuous by any exaggeration, far from it truly.

Though a great lapse in her judgment, the young girl attempted in fixing her strange version of an emotional outburst by the bite in her tone, "I do wonder why it is you hate us muggle bred children so much Riddle," she pulled on her shackles as if looking for some release while simultaneously trying to gain as much of noseless man's attention, "If I do recall my discovery correctly, which I evidently would say I do, you too share the same, common, filthy blood in your own stream, do you-"