Love of my life

Chapter 16

It's been a couple days since my last encounter with Riddle and it's all I can think about. I haven't seen him much lately, it's like he locked himself in his room. Just yesterday, I saw Mulciber trying to go into his room but immediately backed out. He doesn't want to even see Lestrange.

I tried talking to Lestrange about it but he just brushed me off. I'm walking to his door now. I need to talk to him. Just as I'm about to knock I hear these girls gossiping.

"Remember when that mudblood died?"

"Oh yeah! She deserved it."

"Apparently that big guy Hagrid did it"

I stop in my tracks. They must be talking about Myrtle. Hagrid was wrongfully accused of her death when it was actually Riddle. I should talk to Dumbledore, tell him that it was Riddle.

I start walking to go to Dumbledore's office when I hear a door open behind me. I turn around and see Riddle quickly close the door. How pathetic, I guess. It's better for us to go back to how it used to be. Even if I don't really mean it.

Time skip to Dumbledore's office ✨️

I knock at his door hoping he will believe me. "Come in," he says. I went in to see him sitting at his desk writing something. He looks up to see me and gives me a welcoming smile. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this surprise"

"I have to tell you something, it's about a girl that died last year. Her name was Myrtle."

"What about her death?" He gives me a curious look.

"I know Hagrid was accused but he is innocent. I know who actually did it,"

"Tell me more," his attention is fully on me now.

"It was Tom Marvolo Riddle, he did it." He quirks an eyebrow at me.

"Ms. De la Fontaine, that is impossible. During the time she was murdered, he was with me."

"What?" That can't be right.

"Yes, you must not allow your emotions to blind you," there is that twinkle in his eye again. "I know adolescents at your age find love. No need to deny it, I see the way you guys look at each other in class. I hope you guys allow this love to blossom" he gives me a warm smile which makes my blood run cold.

"Love? But sir, I'm not in love and I don't see the correlation to this."

"It's the ones that are in love that deny it the most,"

"I have to go," I quickly walk away but as I get to the door, he calls after me.

"Enjoy it while you can," I close the door behind me. Now I know what Riddle felt.

I don't want to think about it. The fact that 2 teachers are talking about love. I don't love him and he sure doesn't love me. I'm so wrapped up in my thoughts that I bump into someone.

"Oh, sorry" I look up to see Lestrange.

"It's ok darling," he says, smiling at me like everything is ok. Like everything makes sense when it doesn't. Not only was I wrongfully accused of loving someone I can't, but I was wrong about Riddle being the culprit. Who killed Myrtle if it wasn't him? I can't ask Riddle. "Are you ok? You look a little lost in your thoughts," Lestrange says.

"Oh yeah," I can try to get information from Lestrange. He talked about some oaf when I first met him. He might know who actually killed Myrtle. "Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date," I am definitely going to regret this. I always forget that I asked him to be my boyfriend and I regret asking every time I remember.