Riddles Past and What's Behind It (Demo)

The Escape

Tom Riddle fled from Hepzibah's estate and made his way to Brighton, where he took refuge in a small, run-down hotel. He knew what he had to do next. He had to create two more Horcruxes, and he had the perfect victim in mind.

As he walked through the streets of Brighton, he spotted a homeless Muggle tramp, sleeping in a dark alleyway. Tom approached the man, who stirred slightly in his sleep. With a flick of his wand, Tom silenced the tramp, and he fell back into a deep sleep.

Tom raised his wand, feeling a sense of power coursing through his veins. This was it. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

He pointed his wand at the tramp and muttered an incantation, and a jet of green light shot out of his wand, striking the man squarely in the chest.

Tom watched as the tramp's body began to shrivel and wither before his eyes, as if all the life had been sucked out of it. He felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him. He had done it. He had created two more Horcruxes, and he was one step closer to achieving immortality.

He picked up the tramp's lifeless body and dragged it to a nearby cave, where he hid it among the rocks and debris. He felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that no one would ever find the body, and even if they did, they would never suspect him.

Tom made his way back to the hotel, feeling triumphant. He had accomplished what he had set out to do, and he was more powerful than ever. He knew that he had to be careful, that he had to keep his true nature hidden from the world, but he was confident that he could do it.

He settled back into his hotel room, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he gazed at the two new Horcruxes he had created. He knew that he had made the right choice, and that nothing could stop him now.

Tom Riddle couldn't shake off a nagging feeling that he had left something unfinished with Genevieve, the French witch he had met years ago. He had always wondered what had become of her, and the urge to see her again had become overwhelming.

Using his exceptional skills in research and manipulation, Tom had managed to track down Genevieve's whereabouts. She had settled in the beautiful city of Toulouse, in the south of France, and was living a quiet life as a healer.

Without a second thought, Tom boarded a plane to France and made his way to Toulouse. The city was vibrant and lively, filled with bustling cafes and colorful markets. But Tom had no interest in the sights and sounds of the city. He was focused solely on finding Genevieve.

As he made his way through the winding streets, Tom's heart raced with anticipation. He wasn't sure how Genevieve would react to his sudden appearance, but he hoped that she would be pleased to see him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of searching, Tom found himself standing outside a small cottage. He knew that this was where Genevieve lived, and he took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

The door creaked open, and Tom found himself face-to-face with Genevieve. She looked older, but still as beautiful as he remembered. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw him, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

Finally, Genevieve broke the silence. "Tom," she said softly. "What brings you here?"

Tom felt a lump form in his throat. He had rehearsed what he wanted to say a thousand times, but now that he was face-to-face with Genevieve, his words failed him. "I...I wanted to see you," he said finally.

Genevieve's expression softened. "It's been a long time," she said. "Come in."

Tom followed Genevieve into her cozy cottage, and for a moment, he felt as if he had stepped back in time. The walls were lined with shelves of books, and the air was filled with the scent of herbs and flowers. It was as if nothing had changed since the last time he had seen her.

Over the course of the evening, Tom and Genevieve caught up on old times. They talked about their lives and their experiences, and Tom was surprised to find that he enjoyed spending time with Genevieve more than he had expected.

As the night drew to a close, Tom knew that he couldn't stay in Toulouse forever. He had other things to accomplish, other places to go. But he also knew that he would never forget his visit to Genevieve's cottage, and the memories he had made there would stay with him always.

THEN...

Genevieve raised an eyebrow. "After all this time? I'm surprised you still remember me."

Tom smiled, but it was a cold smile. "How could I forget you, Genevieve? You were one of the few people who truly understood me."

Genevieve looked at him skeptically. "I see. And what about your other friends? Have you kept in touch with them?"

Tom's smile faded. "No," he said shortly. "I have no use for them anymore."

Genevieve nodded, understanding the implications of his words. "I see," she said again. "So what do you want to know?"

Tom leaned forward, his eyes glinting with intensity. "Everything," he said. "What have you been doing these days?"

Genevieve hesitated for a moment before answering. "I've been studying, mostly. Trying to learn as much as I can about magic and its history."

Tom nodded, looking pleased. "That's good," he said. "I've always believed that knowledge is power. And what have you learned?"

Genevieve shrugged. "Nothing too groundbreaking, I'm afraid. But I have come across some interesting information about the Dark Arts."

Tom's eyes narrowed. "Really?" he said, sounding intrigued. "What kind of information?"

Genevieve hesitated again, looking unsure. "It's not something I should be discussing with you, Tom. You know how dangerous the Dark Arts can be."

Tom's expression darkened. "I can handle it," he said. "And besides, you know me. You know what I'm capable of."

Genevieve sighed, looking defeated. "Fine," she said. "But promise me that you'll be careful with this information. Promise me that you won't do anything reckless."

Tom gave her a cold smile. "I promise," he said. "Now tell me everything."