Riddles Past and What's Behind It (Demo)

Azkaban

As Minister Spencer-Moon left the room, Tom Riddle found himself alone with the Caretaker of Azkaban. The room fell silent for a moment as Tom tried to steady his nerves.

The Caretaker broke the silence. "Mr. Riddle, I understand you have been dabbling in some dark magic."

Tom stiffened at the accusation. "I have merely been studying the history of our craft," he replied, trying to keep his tone even.

The Caretaker nodded, but there was a glint in his eyes that made Tom uneasy. "That may be so, Mr. Riddle, but I must caution you. Dark magic can be a slippery slope, and once you start down that path, it's difficult to turn back."

Tom swallowed hard, knowing that the Caretaker was right. He had started down that path, and now he wasn't sure if he could turn back.

"However, I believe that you are still young and have the potential to do great things," the Caretaker continued. "That's why I am going to tell you everything you need to know about Azkaban."

Tom's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Azkaban? Why do I need to know about that?"

The Caretaker leaned forward, his voice lowering to a whisper. "Azkaban is a place where the most dangerous wizards and witches are sent. It is a place of darkness and despair, where the soul is slowly drained from the body. But it is also a place of great power."

Tom's eyes widened in understanding. "You mean to say that if I can control the power of Azkaban, I could become unstoppable?"

The Caretaker nodded slowly. "Yes, Mr. Riddle. But be warned, the power of Azkaban comes at a great cost. It can corrupt even the purest of souls."

Tom felt a thrill of excitement and fear coursing through him. He had always been drawn to power, but he didn't want to become corrupted.

"How do I get to Azkaban?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The Caretaker leaned even closer, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. "That, Mr. Riddle, is a secret that only a select few know. And I am one of them."

He then proceeded to tell Tom everything he needed to know to get to Azkaban, including the secret passage that led to the island.

Tom listened intently, committing every detail to memory. He knew that this information was dangerous, but he couldn't resist the lure of power.

As he left the room, his mind was already racing with plans and schemes. He would use the power of Azkaban to become the greatest wizard of all time, no matter what the cost.

Tom Riddle's mind was racing with excitement and anticipation as he left the room where he had been speaking with the Caretaker of Azkaban. He knew that he had just been given information that could lead him to the power he craved, but he also knew that it came at a cost. He was so lost in thought that he almost didn't notice when Minister Spencer-Moon entered the room.

"Mr. Riddle, it's time to go," Spencer-Moon said, his voice curt.

Tom looked up, his thoughts still foggy. "Go where?" he asked, confused.

"To Azkaban," Spencer-Moon replied, his eyes glittering with something that Tom couldn't quite identify.

Tom's heart raced with excitement and fear. He had been dreaming of going to Azkaban for years, but now that it was actually happening, he wasn't sure if he was ready.

"What will happen to me there?" Tom asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Spencer-Moon didn't answer, but simply gestured for Tom to follow him. Tom stood up, his legs shaking with nerves. He followed the Minister out of the room and down the hall, his mind whirring with thoughts of power and danger.

As they left the Ministry building and stepped out into the bright sunlight, Tom realized that he had no idea what he was getting himself into. But he couldn't turn back now. He had come too far, and he was too curious about the secrets of Azkaban to back out.

They arrived at a small dock where a small boat was waiting for them. Spencer-Moon gestured for Tom to get in, and he climbed aboard, feeling the boat sway beneath him.

The boat ride was short but intense, with the water roiling and crashing around them. Tom held on tight to the sides of the boat, his heart pounding in his chest.

Finally, they arrived at Azkaban. Tom looked up at the imposing fortress, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. He couldn't believe that he was actually there.

As they entered the fortress, Tom realized that he was completely at the mercy of the Minister and the Caretaker. He didn't know what would happen to him, but he was willing to risk everything to find out.

They entered a dark room where a hooded figure was waiting for them. Tom couldn't see the figure's face, but he could feel the power emanating from it.

"Welcome, Mr. Riddle," the figure said in a deep, rumbling voice. "You have come seeking power. But be warned, the price of that power is steep."

Tom swallowed hard, his heart racing with fear and excitement. He didn't know what he was getting himself into, but he was willing to take the risk. He nodded, steeling himself for what was to come.

The figure gestured for Tom to come closer, and Tom stepped forward, feeling the power of Azkaban coursing through him. He knew that he had just taken the first step on a dangerous path, but he couldn't turn back now.

As Tom followed the Caretaker of Azkaban through the winding corridors of the fortress, his heart raced with anticipation. He had always been fascinated by the dark magic that permeated the prison, and he was eager to learn as much as he could.

Finally, they reached a dimly lit room lined with rows of cells. The Caretaker gestured for Tom to come closer, and he stepped forward, peering into the first cell.

"This is where we keep the most dangerous prisoners," the Caretaker said, his voice low and ominous. "The Dementors guard them day and night, feeding off their misery and despair."

Tom shuddered as he looked into the cell, where a gaunt figure lay huddled in the corner. He could feel the chill of the Dementors' presence, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

"What do they do to them?" Tom asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"They take away their memories, their emotions, their very soul," the Caretaker replied. "They leave them empty shells, doomed to suffer for eternity."

Tom's eyes widened in fascination and horror. He had never heard of anything like this before, and he was eager to learn more.

"What about the other cells?" he asked, gesturing to the rows of doors lining the walls.

The Caretaker led him down the row, pointing out different prisoners and explaining their crimes. Tom listened raptly, his mind racing with the possibilities of what he could do with this knowledge.

As they reached the end of the row, the Caretaker turned to Tom and fixed him with a cold stare.

"Remember, Mr. Riddle, knowledge is power. But power comes with a price. Are you willing to pay it?"

Tom met the Caretaker's gaze, his eyes burning with determination.

"I will pay any price," he replied. "I will do whatever it takes to become the most powerful wizard in the world."