Making Us~T. Riddle

Chapter 9

I had only once killed someone the muggle way. I remembered wrapping my hands around his throat. His skin had been slick with sweat which had made the task of keeping a steady grip around his neck considerably more difficult. He had been so warm I thought he might be boiling from the inside out.

There were two things about that experience that I never forgot. The first was the feel of his pulse hammering against my fingers, I had focused so intently on this to ignore the second, I barely heard the way he pleaded before the words would cut off into a harsh choking sound. I barely registered his weak attempts to push me away and scrape at my face.

I thought it was strange how everything we were came down to a single beating pulse. Every decision you made, every experience you had ever had, everything that you were and spent years becoming- it all ended when that organ in your chest stopped beating.

The second thing was the way his eyes completely drained, like every fiber of his being was rolling down his face along with his tears. The quietness that followed had been the loudest sound I’d ever heard.

I had never been tempted to kill anything the muggle way after that experience, a wand was plenty effective.

But I felt the urge to relive that memory by wrapping my hands around Cerelia Sallow’s throat and squeezing until the life drained from her eyes.

I didn’t stop to talk to anyone as I surged through the halls of Hogwarts. People practically jumped out of my way, not prepared to land in the war path.

I wasn’t exactly sure what I was going to do, but I knew it would not be pleasant. She was not in the library and when I ‘asked’ a second year Huffleputh the kid had stammered that she was still in the Great Hall.

The hall was almost empty, but the few people that remained stared at me as I marched through the doors and scanned the tables and chairs until I found my intended target. She met my eyes and I could see her swallowing from all the way where I stood.

If I looked as ferocious as I felt, I couldn’t even blame her. I strode to her table and she rose to her feet when I was only a few steps away from her. Before I could drag her away I found my path blocked the short round thing Cerelia called a friend.

Pria scowled up at me and pushed her glasses up her nose. She opened her mouth to start at me but I interrupted her.

“Pria if you don’t get out of my way right now, I swear on Merlin’s grave you will regret it.”

She seemed taken aback by this. She did not know how serious I was, she did not know what I was capable of. But Cerelia at least had an idea. The blood drained from her face and she practically shoved Pria out of the way as she stammered out that it was fine and they should go back to the dorm without her.

Pria looked like she was about to protest but Cerelia grabbed my hand and dragged me right out the Great hall, ignoring the whispers that followed our retreat.

It wasn’t long before we reached an abandoned classroom and shoved inside slamming the door shut behind us. I had her up against the wall before she knew what was happening.

“You’re sticky little fingers seemed to have found their way into what is mine.” I growled.

She wrapped a hand around my wrist in an attempt to loosen the grip on her throat.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She choked out and I nearly laughed. I grabbed her other arm and yanked her hand to it was in front of our faces.

“Really? Then why was your hands stained with dirt earlier today?” I asked. She took a few more gulping breath before mumbling something about Herbology class.