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Manipulation Tactics

author: MadyHatter44 (on ao3)

summary: After sending many other girls undercover to Hogwarts to try to catch Tom Riddle's attention in an attempt to get him to fall for them so he would reveal he is the one at fault for the string of muggle-born murders, The Order is losing hope. In a final attempt they have Y/n, their complete wild card transfer from Beauxbattons to try her hand at the handsome Slytherin boy. Being a sadistic, psychopath herself with pure blood they hope he'll take the bait.

He my baby daddy, my husband, my boyfriend😫❗ BUT the thing is hes not real, hes evil and hes a mass murder😀

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~~~An Order of The Fenix Meeting ~~~

In the room sat an odd group. The sorts you wouldn't be used to seeing together, some of pure blood and other muggle-born. The group had settled on their name not 1 year ago when it was created to find the perpetrator of the string of muggle and muggle-born murders. The boy behind it was a student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Tom Riddle, but they lacked evidence to prove without a doubt. The headmaster of the school was present at the meeting while they discussed more options when again the boy hadn't taken to yet another girl they had sent his way.

"What about the Y/L/N girl?" A voice broke through the others. Her mother was part of the Order but only came into town on business trips. That is up until 3 months ago when she had been killed in a tragic car accident.

"Albus, you can be serious! She's completely unhinged!" Another man chimed in while others groaned.

"That could be exactly why we need her. Tom is a very... odd boy. We need to send in someone who can understand the way his mind works." Some people were nodding and others seemed ready to try anything at this point. It wouldn't be long before Riddle became suspicious.

"I hope you know what you're doing."

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~~~Y/N's P.O.V.~~~

Albus Dumbledore had shown up at my door just yesterday, telling tales of my mother, The Order and this boy, Tom. I had taken his offer to transfer immediately as the week before I had been shackled with detention for the rest of the term for setting Clairissa Dalton's hair on fire in the first period.

I had been instructed to wait at the back of The Great Hall while Dumbledore gave a small speech at the front of the room. It wasn't often students transfered mid-year so I knew people's eyes would be on me.

"...I expect you all to give her a warm reception. Y/N L/N could you please come to the front to be sorted." I shrugged walking past the rows of students. I had done some quick reading on the way here and knew about the 4 houses and what traits they value. I didn't bother sitting fully on the stool, instead choosing to lean.

"My quite the mess in here." The old hat grumbled once placed on my head. I hope someone cleaned that thing it had to be about 2000 years old.

"Hmmm, It's not often we get this kind of mind here. SLYTHERIN!" I got up stretching my arms while my plain robes took on a green accent and I made my way over to the table some of the students clapping. This shouldn't be too hard, find a murderer and get a confession. I had seen a picture of the boy and immediately spotted him at the far end of the table surrounded by people I assumed were his friends but from the look on his face were more bothers.

"Hey, you can sit here." A girl with dark brown hair hustled a group of boys down the bench to create a space. I let my facade slide into place as I thanked her and slipped into the spot next to her. Her name was Viola Parkerson and she seemed to know everything on everyone, a valuable resource. I would play nice, for now.