Riddles Past and What's Behind It (Demo)

The Icing on The Cake

It was a crisp winter morning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the students of Defense Against the Dark Arts were eagerly awaiting their teacher's arrival. But as the minutes ticked by and the teacher failed to show up, the students began to grow restless.

Tom Riddle, who had been seated at the front of the class, felt a sense of unease creeping up his spine. He had been studying the Dark Arts for years and was always eager to learn more, but he had never before been left in charge of a class.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the classroom door opened, and Professor Merrythought appeared, her face pale and her breathing ragged.

"I'm sorry, students," she gasped, struggling to catch her breath. "I've fallen ill, and I won't be able to teach today's lesson."

The students began to murmur amongst themselves, wondering what they should do next.

But before anyone could say anything, Professor Merrythought turned to Tom and said, "Tom, I'd like you to take over today's lesson."

Tom was taken aback by the request, but he quickly composed himself and rose to his feet.

"Of course, Professor," he said, his voice steady and confident.

As he stepped up to the front of the classroom, Tom could feel the eyes of his fellow students on him, watching as he began to speak.

"Good morning, class," he said, his voice echoing through the room. "Today, we will be discussing the most dangerous Dark Arts spell known to wizardkind - the Unforgivable Curses."

The students leaned in closer, eager to hear what Tom had to say.

"First, let's start with the Imperius Curse," Tom continued, his eyes locked on the class. "This spell allows the caster to control the actions of another person, bending them to their will."

He went on to describe the other two curses - the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse - and how they were used by the Dark Arts practitioners to inflict pain and death.

As Tom spoke, the students were captivated, hanging on his every word. He was a natural teacher, commanding the room with ease and confidence.

When the lesson was over, the students filed out of the classroom, their heads buzzing with new knowledge and insights into the Dark Arts. Tom, meanwhile, felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart, knowing that he had risen to the challenge and proven himself as a true master of the Dark Arts.

A LITTLE LATER...

As the last bell of the day rang out, Tom Riddle collected his belongings and made his way out of the classroom. He had just finished his final class of the day and was looking forward to some quiet time in the library.

But as he turned the corner, he was met with a group of Aurors standing in his way. They were dressed in black robes and had their wands drawn.

"Tom Riddle," said one of the Aurors, a tall, muscular man with a stern expression. "We need you to come with us."

Tom's heart skipped a beat. He had never seen Aurors at Hogwarts before, and he had no idea what was going on.

"What's this about?" he asked, trying to remain calm.

"The Minister of Magic has requested your presence at the Ministry," the Auror replied. "We need to take you in for questioning."

Tom felt a sense of unease creeping up his spine. He had heard stories of what happened to those who were taken in for questioning by the Ministry. He had to think fast.

"Can I at least get my things from my dormitory?" he asked, gesturing to his bag.

The Aurors looked at each other, then nodded. "Very well," the tall Auror said. "But make it quick."

Tom quickly made his way to his dormitory and grabbed his belongings. As he walked back to the Aurors, he tried to think of a way out of this situation. But he knew that the only way to get out of it was to go along with the Aurors and hope for the best.

With a heavy heart, Tom followed the Aurors out of Hogwarts and into the waiting Ministry cars. As they drove towards the Ministry of Magic, Tom couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. He had a sinking feeling that his life was about to change forever.

Tom sat in the dimly lit room of the Ministry of Magic, waiting for his interrogation to begin. He couldn't believe how quickly his life had turned upside down. One moment he was a Hogwarts student, and the next he was being brought in for questioning by the Ministry of Magic.

He was lost in his thoughts when the door to the room opened, and in walked Minister Spencer-Moon. Tom stood up, unsure of what to do. The Minister looked at him sternly for a moment before taking a seat in front of him.

"Tom," she said in a tone that was both stern and apologetic. "I owe you an apology for the way you were brought here. It was a necessary measure, but I understand it must have been a shock for you."

Tom was taken aback by the Minister's words. He had expected her to be angry with him, but instead, she was apologizing.

"I appreciate your apology, Minister," he said, trying to keep his tone respectful. "But I still don't understand why I'm here."

The Minister sighed and looked at him gravely. "Tom, we believe that you have been involved in some dark and dangerous magic. We are here to get to the bottom of it and ensure the safety of the wizarding community."

Tom's heart sank. He knew that he had dabbled in some dark magic, but he never thought it would come to this.

"I assure you, Minister, that I have no intention of harming anyone," he said, trying to sound as sincere as possible.

The Minister seemed to consider his words for a moment before nodding. "Very well, Tom. I believe you. But we need to be sure. That's why I've brought you here."

Tom nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. But his relief was short-lived when the Minister continued.

"I would like to introduce you to someone, Tom," she said, gesturing towards the door. "Someone who can help shed some light on the situation."

The door opened, and in walked a tall, imposing figure. He was dressed in black robes and had a stern expression on his face.

"Tom, I would like you to meet the Caretaker of Azkaban," the Minister said.

Tom's eyes widened in shock. He had heard stories about Azkaban, the wizarding prison where the most dangerous criminals were kept. And now he was being introduced to the Caretaker.

"Mr. Riddle," the Caretaker said in a deep, gravelly voice. "I have been asked to assist in this investigation. I am here to ensure that justice is served."

Tom swallowed hard, feeling a sense of foreboding wash over him. He had a feeling that this was only the beginning of his troubles.