Deadly Obsession ~ Tom Riddle

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢

Streaks of red were tumbling towards her, and she barely had time to throw up a weak shield. Riddle narrowed his eyes at her behaviour, but shook it off as he sent another spell her way. Lyra quickly turned defensive, easily shrugging off everything he shot towards her. Her feet were planted on the ground, making dodges easier for her. Riddle inched closer to her with every streak of magic, but she got further away. He sent one last curse, before withdrawing. His face was contorted in anger, but his eyes glimmered with interest.
           
"It's my turn now." Lyra smirked, slashing her wand through the air as a hex raced to the boy opposite her. He defended himself with ease, but she hadn't expected anything less from the esteemed prefect. "Let's have a bit of fun then, shall we?" She asked, tempting him, and he only raised a brow in answer. All around them, streaks of different colours illuminated the classroom, sweat running down the sides of the students' faces, their classmates laid down on the floor as they surrendered to their partners. 

But Tom and Lyra were just getting started.

Lyra's eyes scanned the room, until it landed upon the burning fireplace. The corner of her lips curled into a vicious smile, as she held her wand out and muttered, "Fiendfyre." Flames shot out from the tip of her wand and up towards the ceiling. The fire didn't stop until it formed an animal: a snake. Lyra found it quite funny, and it was evident on her features as she brought the fiery animal down, letting it unleash hell on Riddle.

By now, the students around them had paused, and focused solely on her and the prefect. The wizard in front of her pressed his lips into a fine line, but his expression remained indifferent. Riddle raised his wand, and water rushed towards the fire. The animal swerved, narrowly missing the water. The liquid began circling itself, creating a barrier. Not a few moments after, it burst, spraying water across the classroom. Lyra's eyes widened and she dropped her wand, the snake vanishing, as she threw her hands up to create a shield.
       
Just as she opened her eyes, Riddle propelled her backwards. Her left arm met the wall with a crack, and pain seared through her body. Lyra shut her eyes, forcing back the tears as it threatened to fall. She clenched her jaw as she pushed herself onto wobbly feet. Her eyes shot open to find a smirking prefect staring at her. She refused to let him win, so she shoved the pain away and resorted to the only way she knew how to win.

Lyra raised her working arm, and murmured a litany of latin phrases she'd been taught at Nurmengard. She thought she saw something along the lines of panic flash across Riddle's eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came. Cocking her head to the side, she watched intently as the curse worked its effects. She felt a cold run down her back, as dark magic ran through her veins. 

Lyra watched with a wicked happiness as his face screwed into an expression of pain, his lips pressed tightly together to prevent screams of terror echoing through the classroom.

The professor shouted at Lyra, but she was focused on the beautiful melody of his cries that she heard in his mind - in her mind too, as she forced her way past his shields. His eyes rolled back, and all they could see was the white of his eyes. She kept going, feeding into his worst nightmares. Lyra saw as the images of multiple dead bodies flurried through his mind, but none bothered him as much as the next body did. It was his. Riddle's corpse laid there, covered in blood, but none of it was his. He was still clutching his wand, and there was a mark on his forearm.

But she couldn't see anymore. The prefect was fighting against her curse.

"Miss Beaumont!" Merrythought shouted, and Tom found his opportunity to push her out of his mind completely. They both fell to the ground, and she finally noticed that tears of blood had started to fall from his eyes. He groaned quietly as he stood up, and Lyra could feel his glare burning holes through the side of her head. She swayed lightly, the pain from her broken arm finally weighing down on her.