HONEY! I KILLED THE KIDS! ━━ tom riddle

two, you're not the same stefi i know

honey! i killed the kids!
chapter two

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       PERSEPHONE POTTER WASN'T an amazing thing to ogle at, that she won't deny, nor embrace. She was insecure about the amount of freckles she had dotted around her body and face, she was especially insecure about her forehead, which seemed to grow an inch every day even though Lestrange had assured her it was only in her head, that he thought she was beautiful and that the opinions of others really shouldn't matter. Persephone knew, deep down, that he was right about the opinions of people not being of matter to her but she couldn't help but listen as the other girls squealed about their first kisses or how gentle the boy was with her. Persephone had neither of those, friends to giggle with or a first kiss. She was just as she painfully described to Malfoy and Mulciber in Potions, bland and plain and there was absolutely nothing grand about her.

Which is why she was entirely confused as to why said boys would want to sit with her during dinner, Tom Riddle nowhere to be seen. Did he give them this order? To study her before he did whatever he wanted to do to her? Why did he think she was special? That was the only burning question she wanted extinguished.

"You've barely touched your food, Stefi. Eat." Lestrange pressed, concern clouding his dark eyes and for a fleeting moment, he didn't look like the boy who murdered his ❨ sister ❩ first victim just over a week ago.

"I'm fine," Persephone growled, sounding like the animal Riddle wanted to set free in her.

"You're not," Lestrange growled right back and Malfoy raised a brow, amused at their antics. "Eat before I shove the food down your throat."

"That's bullying, Lestrange." Malfoy muttered, eyes still on Persephone. She was a strange one, intriguing as well. "If you just ask nicely, then maybe she will eat."

Rage suddenly overtook the blonde's petite body and Malfoy watched, intrigued, as dark veins erupted in her eyes and he shifted in his seat, biting down on his bottom lip. Is that why Riddle wants her as his new plaything?

"I said I'm fine!" She growled, everyone except Malfoy jumping and she pushed herself out her chair, already flying towards the doors. She doesn't know why she was suddenly so damn angry, was it because Tom Riddle had his prestine eyes on her? When no one ever had their eyes on her? Especially like that? Was it because Riddle called her special when she knows she wasn't?

As Persephone rounded the corner that led to the courtyard, she rammed into someone, said person catching her before she could fall. Warm brown eyes met sky blue eyes and Persephone could feel the rage bubbling underneath her skin for the second time that day, begging to be set loose, begging to do its bidding.

"Hey there sis," Fleamont Potter sheepishly smiled, helping her get to her feet and he could see Persephone scowl at him and his heart silently broke, the sound echoing in the empty corridor. It wasn't like Fleamont wasn't trying to communicate with his sister, he wanted to but Persephone made it so hard at times, that he just wants to give up entirely. But he can't, it's his twin sister after all. "We haven't spoken in a while."

Persephone scoffed, looking away from her brother. "It's been nearly a year, Monty."

"But we spoke on ━"

"Because mum and dad forced you to!" Persephone sniffed, eyes stinging with unshed tears and she blinked them back. "Now, excuse me, I have ━"

And then her savior ❨ destroyer ❩ came in the form of a golden tongued serpent, donning cerulean eyes and a dark heart that didn't beat at all. Tom Riddle sauntered in, walking like the God he so desperately wanted to be, Lestrange, Malfoy, Mulciber and an unknown face not so far away from him.