Riddles Past and What's Behind It (Demo)

Breakout

Tom Riddle stood tall, his piercing blue eyes locked onto the squat, balding caretaker of Azkaban. 

"I want to know if there has ever been a breakout from Azkaban," Tom Riddle said, his voice calm and controlled.

The caretaker looked up at him, fear etched on his face. "Uh, well, I... I don't rightly know, sir," he stammered. "I've only been here a few years and we don't talk much about those kinds of things."

Tom Riddle's eyes narrowed. "Surely you must have heard something," he said, his voice growing colder.

The caretaker shifted nervously, his eyes darting around the dank, stone chamber. "Well, there was a rumor, sir," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "A few years back, some of the prisoners managed to escape. They say it was some kind of dark magic that did it, but no one knows for sure."

Tom Riddle's lips curved into a thin smile. "And what happened to those prisoners?" he asked.

The caretaker swallowed hard. "They were all recaptured, sir," he said, his voice shaking. "But not before they caused a great deal of damage."

Tom Riddle's smile faded. "I see," he said, his mind already working to plan his next move. "Thank you for your time, caretaker".

Professor Spencer-Moon, a tall and imposing figure, stood outside of Azkaban, waiting for Tom Riddle to emerge from the prison. As the young wizard walked out, Spencer-Moon's sharp eyes scanned him from head to toe, making sure he hadn't brought any contraband or dangerous objects with him.

"Follow me, Mr. Riddle," Spencer-Moon said, gesturing towards the path that led away from the prison. "We'll be apparating back to Hogwarts."

Tom Riddle nodded and fell into step behind the professor, his mind already whirring with plans and schemes. He had been at Azkaban on a secret mission, gathering information about the rumored breakout that had occurred several years ago. Now, with that information in hand, he was ready to make his next move.

As they walked, Spencer-Moon kept a close eye on Tom Riddle, his wand at the ready in case of any sudden moves. But the young wizard remained quiet and subdued, lost in his own thoughts.

When they reached a clearing in the woods, Spencer-Moon turned to Tom Riddle and pointed his wand at the ground. "Hold on tight," he said, and with a sharp crack, they apparated away.

They reappeared in the entrance hall of Hogwarts, where several students and teachers were milling about, going about their business. Tom Riddle's eyes flicked over them briefly before settling back on Spencer-Moon.

"Thank you for escorting me, professor," he said, his voice smooth and polite. "I'll be sure to report back to Headmaster Dippet about my findings."

Spencer-Moon nodded curtly. "I'll be watching you, Mr. Riddle," he said, his eyes narrowing. "Don't think for a second that you can get away with anything under my watch."

Tom Riddle smiled thinly. "Of course not, professor," he said, his eyes glinting. "I wouldn't dream of it."

And with that, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowded halls of Hogwarts. Spencer-Moon watched him go, his mind racing with thoughts of the dangerous young wizard and the trouble he could potentially cause. But for now, all he could do was wait and watch, keeping a close eye on Tom Riddle and his every move.

IN THE GREAT HALL...

Tom Riddle walked into the Great Hall, his eyes scanning the room for any familiar faces. He spotted a group of Slytherin students sitting at their usual table, and made his way towards them.

"Good afternoon, everyone," he said, taking a seat next to a tall, thin boy with slicked-back black hair. "Mind if I join you?"

The boy looked up, a sneer on his face. "It's a free country, Riddle," he said, his tone cold and disdainful. "But don't expect a warm welcome."

Tom Riddle ignored the boy's rudeness and turned to the rest of the group. "I've just come back from Azkaban," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "I was there on a secret mission for Headmaster Dippet."

The other students leaned in, their eyes wide with curiosity. "What did you find out?" one of them asked eagerly.

Tom Riddle smiled, enjoying the attention. "There was a breakout several years ago," he said, his voice dropping even lower. "I managed to get some information about it from the caretaker."

The group murmured in excitement, impressed by Tom Riddle's bravery and cunning. The boy with slicked-back hair looked up, a hint of grudging respect in his eyes.

"That's impressive, Riddle," he said, nodding his head. "Maybe you're not as useless as I thought."

Tom Riddle ignored the insult and continued speaking, his mind already working on his next move. He knew that he had just gained some valuable allies in the Slytherin house, and he planned to use that to his advantage.

As the group chatted and laughed, Tom Riddle sat back, his mind racing with thoughts of the future. He knew that he was destined for greatness, and with each passing day, he was getting closer and closer to achieving it.