The Girl from Azkaban ~ Tom Riddle (18+)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖊𝖓

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The mental pain Tom had caused the black cat did not serve him as protection for long. The dark cat of prey crept up on Tom again in the shadows of the night after only a few minutes. Hatred sparkled clearly in its eyes.

Tom sat on the edge of the bed in the middle of the forest and looked at the wounds Taraphina had inflicted on him. He muttered a few healing spells, but none of them did anything. His tissues were still torn apart and blood dripped down his skin.

He did not understand what was happening and neither did Taraphina. Neither understood how Taraphina could so suddenly change into the shape of a predator. Tom suspected that something had gone wrong with the ritual, but couldn't imagine what. He had done everything exactly as it was explained and described in the book about dark rituals....

Tara was guided by emotions in her current form. And the only emotion floating through her head right now was anger. She was angry at Tom for so easily taking advantage of her, torturing her, and finally even raping her. 'How could he allow himself to do anything so easily?' Taraphina had asked herself even before her transformation, as she lay exhausted in bed with blood and cum between her legs. She had not dared to challenge him after the past events, but now her body seemed to stand up for her; without her controlling it. In the form of the big, black cat of prey, she felt powerful and almost superior to him. Hatred guided her.

With a great leap, the big cat jumped towards Tom, who stood with his back turned to her. Her claws dug through his clothes into his skin and instantly his body slumped forward due to her weight. She tried to go straight for his throat again but before she could grab anything she just snapped into a cloud of black smoke, Tom didn't know how he was going to win a fight against the cat when she didn't even respond to spells and even mental pain didn't promise him protection for long. The cat growled viciously and chased the cloud of smoke through the forest until it finally lost sight of it.

She roared loudly and bared her teeth. In rage she buried her claws in a tree and scratched until the bark was off and resin dripped down the wood. With another angry roar, she took off and just ran through the Forbidden Forest....

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Exhausted, Tom settled into an armchair in the common room. His wounds hurt, but his ego hurt even more. He, the (future) dark lord had to flee and for what? Because of a girl who could no longer control her emotions and had suddenly turned into a predator. He had already heard and read about transformations into animal form, so-called animagy, but usually a long and extensive training was necessary to even manage the transformation. Moreover, the first transformation usually took a very long time and caused devilish pain. Taraphina seemed to be struggling with severe pain as well, but still the transformation should have taken much longer. Besides, she would still have to react to other spells, but she didn't seem to be affected by the curses he had unleashed on her.

Tom was lost in his thoughts, searching for an explanation that would justify what had just happened. He pondered for some time, but had to conclude that there was no logical explanation. Even if Taraphina was an animagus and had already had her first transformation, it still wouldn't explain the fact why she was unaffected by spells.

'There had to be another explanation,' he thought. He had had a feeling, a broad one, that Taraphina would serve him as more than just a beautiful ornament at his side. In a moment long ago, he had felt a great power emanating from her for a tiny little moment when she was exceedingly angry. He thought he had imagined the moment, but maybe it had been real and he had underestimated the seemingly small, weak girl...

Sighing, Tom rose from his leather chair and stood in front of one of the windows facing the black lake. Before the morning dawned, he first had to recapture Taraphina, or rather the black out-of-control cat, and then see what was going on at all. He decided to try again to heal his wounds, which already soaked his clothes blood, but again he found that the healing spells did nothing. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing his vein-streaked forearms.  He pointed his wand at the dark mark that adorned his left forearm, calling a few of his followers to him.