when the devil found his match and
brought chaos to the world
a c c i d e n t a l l y
『tom riddle x femaleoc』
Harry Potter AU
extended summary inside
cover by @-judeduarte
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chapter four,poisoned
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TOM RIDDLE HAS MANY feelings boiling inside of his chest— anger, betrayal, sadness, the urge to succeed and the urge to be powerful. There was no place in his chest for happiness, for anything that would be called love.
The man truly believed he was incapable of love because of his parents. He was conceived under a love potion and Tom Riddle put all of his hatred on that fact— he was like this, a Tyrone, a murderer because of his parents. He was constantly unsatisfied and craving power because of that love potion.
It's worth mentioning that he saw love as a weakness, as a muggle thing. He would bad-mouth his followers and others who would fall in love and waste their time. Maybe it was jealousy that he couldn't feel loved— would Tom Riddle ever admit that?
Something changed from the moment when he met Evelyn. His head felt light, his posture seemed wobbly and too hard to keep straight, his eyes seemed to search for her— constantly... He had no other choice, but to think he was poisoned, that someone did something to him to make him feel this way.
That's why Tom Riddle was stuck for half of the day brewing potions, antidotes— every single one he would remember from the worst poisons there are. He drank each and every one of them and yet, his whole body ached to leave this damned room and search for her. He knew she was here.
Maybe it was one of the mind tricks she cast on him— he hated that she had the upper hand in this game, but soon he will move forward and be better than her. He will beat her at her own game because that's how it should be.
He got out of the basement, walked up the stairs, met some of his followers, walking through the hall where the new followers were talking with Malfoy. Everything was going smoothly, the plan was in motion, but yet, he didn't stop and observe everyone as he would always do as if he is trying to get into their minds.
No, he was looking for her.
It was safe to say he was furious at her, he didn't have enough words to describe how much he loathed when someone didn't listen to him. He could easily torture her, but for some reason, he couldn't. Whenever he would see her, touch her, inhale her blood orange perfume— it's as if he would wake up from a deep sleep, completely confused, in certain uncomfortable pain and he would see her as an anchor. An anchor to feel better.
But he had a reputation to maintain. He will make her pay one way or another. She will learn to answer to him— everyone does, because everyone is either too afraid to disagree with him or they taste his wrath and they want no more of it. And he enjoyed it.
He looked outside to the garden, the one that he dreaded as it was useless, a mere waste of space and he noticed that it was raining— typical weather for the region. However, he noticed a black umbrella in the distance and without even realizing it, he was heading out.
