Lady Mortem || Harry Potter Fanfiction

Rescue Mission

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Scilla casually strolled around in Malfoy Manor. She was bored.

Draco was in Potions lab with Severus on Prince Manor, Lucius has work to do in the ministry with Sirius, Remus went out to who knows where, and Narcissa went to a gathering with other pureblood Lady. Even Hedwig and Scáth left her!

And so, she was alone and extremely bored with nothing to do. She already read most of the books in Malfoy's Library and she doesn't feel like reading.

She walked through a familiar hallway and stopped in front of a door.

She shrugged and think 'Fuck it', before opening the door and went inside.

Red eyes and brown locks of hair greeted her.

"What are you doing?" Voldemort, no, Tom asked the girl that stood before him.

Scilla shrugged and plopped herself down on a sofa infront of a fireplace.

"I'm bored." She said simply.

"And you decided to bother me?" He scowled.

The girl who was supposed to be his doom, grinned at him.

"I'm here to help you?" She said in question.

Tom raised a brow at this. Not that he doesn't appreciate all the help he has received up until now, but he was wondering what benefits Scilla get from helping him.

Scilla seemed to hear his thoughts because she smirked at him.

"I don't want anything. Like I said, I'm bored and you're the only one who can give me some sort of entertainment. Your life is quite non boring, I should say."

"I am not your source of entertainment, brat."

"I know."

Tom couldn't help the twitch in his eye and his hand was inching to cast a cruciatus on the little minx who stretched on her seat like a cat.

He had too many paperworks to deal with the insolent brat.

Scilla twirled the resurrection stone in her hand. Death's magic inside it calmed her.

Tom glanced at her. Despite her young age, he couldn't help but think she already looked quite beautiful. He was sure that she will grow up to be a stunning woman.

He doesn't have that romantic pull towards her (yet) but he was feeling a kind of possesiveness towards the girl. She's his Horcrux. His soul.

She's his, and his only.

"When are you going to rescue your followers?" She lazily asked.

Tom blinked his eyes, shaking himself away from his thoughts.

"Tonight."

Scilla light up at this. She turned to him with a huge smile.

"Can I come?"

"No."

"Why?" She whined.

"I said no."

"You're going to need me, Riddle. I can talk to the dementors so they won't bother you."

"Don't call me that." Tom seethed. But he was considering Scilla's offer.

True, if she could talk to the dementors, it will make this rescue mission a lot easier.

"Marvolo, then. Please." She used her puppy eyes technique.

Tom averted his eyes, anywhere other than that goddamn eyes.