𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 [ 𝘼 𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣]

Chapter 80

Pandora's eyes flashed in wonder before they shifted into a look of realization and culmination. So many thoughts passed her mind and all she thought about was why and how this was written. Pandora tried to stand up gracefully but failed as she walked towards the grand porticoes, nearly falling."Can someone open the doors?!"
The silence was heard as an answer as she huffed. "Please."
The doors opened and a sassy-looking Kreacher came in, looking her up and down. "Can you bring someone?"
Pandora was about to cry, she was so confused and needed answers to this instance. The house elf ran the opposite way towards the door as Pandora suddenly saw Draco entering.

"Pandora! I'm sorry, for everything."
He hugged her, his grey eyes glistening.
"What did you do Draco?"
Draco didn't dare look at her, he was too ashamed.
Pandora heard footsteps coming towards them... It was Lucius.
"You got taken away, by him." He smirked, his blue eyes flashing envy and bitterness.
Pandora purely felt betrayed, her always twinkling eyes were now completely dull and no spark was left.
She walked towards the corridors, anger pulsing through her veins. It was always the people she cared for that sold out on her or backstabbed her. One of her favorite people had brought her to this preliminary mansion, -by kidnapping her. Draco was about to walk towards her when Lucius held him back, his eyes glaring through her. 

Pandora walked through the unrecognizable mansion, her eyes scanning portraits and extravagant vintage pieces. It was all like a dream, her life, everything. The Wizarding world was such a beautiful place with all greatness and glory it embroidered her. She walked down the dark-carpeted steps, ignoring Draco's weeps and the house elves running around with panic-stricken faces. All she wanted to do was see him. So she decided to look for Tom Marvolo Riddle, without anyone's help. Her countenance morphed into a jaw-dropping smile as she thought all about his charming features, it was as if he was some painting from an award-winning history museum. 
Time passed vastly, seconds, minutes, hours, it was as if she went hiking on a mountain. Pandora was now on the 5th and final floor till she saw a protracted corridor with oak doors with classical colors. Yet, her eye snatched upon two specific grand doors with handles that looked as if they were made out of unadulterated gold. Something inside her demanded that she should walk inside that room, so she did.

Tints and Hues of dark greens embodied the grand victorian styled room, swirls of golden and green flashed against her electrifying eyes. She was surprised to see this Queen-sized bed with silk and velvet curtains flowing in front of a window full of a breathtaking view of a dark, lifeless, forsaken countryside. Her mind switched off the moment she turned around to see a figure walking towards a desk.

"Riddle?"

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