Liz has always refused to become like her family. Even though the blood of the Black family flows in her veins. Adopted by Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange after the death of her father Regulus - in hopes of "setting her on the right path" , she st...
[Ok, I couldn't split the finale into three chapters, though it's long enough for that. I hope that's okay with you]
Liz skimmed over the letter she would leave behind once again.
I'm sorry I couldn't say anything. I opened the chamber of secrets. But now I'm going to make up for my mistake. Since I don't expect to come back, let me record here what I want you to know. I think that the monster is a basilisk, but I can't prove it. Furthermore, I want Luna to get my Augurey Veri. Luna. If she'll let you, feel free to give her a new name. And Ginny, I know you'll be angry. And rightly so. I hope you'll forgive me eventually. You two are the only ones who have ever believed me that I am not a Black. And for that, I will be forever grateful.
The lump in her throat made it hard for Liz to swallow. Voldemort wouldn't just let her back into his chamber like that. He wasn't stupid. If you were stupid, you couldn't rally that many followers behind you. If he could get deep enough into her head, he would figure out that she wanted to kill his monster and then he would do everything he could to destroy her first.
But her "mother" had told her enough stories about the dark lord. About his vanity and the fact that he considered himself the greatest power on this planet. Maybe she could flatter him that way.
"Riddle." Liz stared at the disappearing ink.
"Lysandra, what a surprise. Where did you leave Mattheo?"
"He's not here."
"How rude. You stole my son's notebook."
"He wanted it for himself. Isn't that rude, too?"
And suddenly a hoarse laugh sounded behind her. Liz wheeled around and nearly knocked over her ink. In the darkest corner of the room, she could make out the silhouette of the man. Tom Riddle, before he became Lord Voldemort.
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"How is that -?!"
But the man laughed again. "You let me in."
Slowly, Liz put down the pen and got up from her chair. "Yes, I suppose I did."
"So why?" He took a step out of the shadows and his outline slowly became clearer, like fog lifting.
"I want to go into the chamber again." The dark eyes hypnotized Liz. This was how a deer in headlights had to feel. "I need to know I wasn't dreaming."
Riddle stood directly in front of her, looking down at her. Liz now knew who Mattheo got his gloomy aura from. "And you think I don't know what you're up to?" He raised his hand as if to brush a strand behind Liz's ear, but his ghostly hand reached through her.
"Then you know I have to try, too." Calm down, Liz scolded herself, but she could no longer suppress the trembling. She was scared. All that filled her head was the desire to escape and hide under her bed. "There must be something you want. That you want, Lord."
