Halfway through October came our first trip of the term to Hogsmeade. I had wondered whether these trips would still be allowed, given the increasingly tight security measures around the school, and was surprised that they were going ahead; although it would be good to get out of the castle grounds for a few hours, even of it was just to hogsmead.
I woke early on the morning of the trip, as I often did these days I had trouble sleeping as it was so why waste more time trying, which was proving stormy, and whiled away the time until breakfast by practicing blood magic and curses in the Chamber of Secrets.
You should probably take that ring off from time to time. You know a Horcrux is meant to keep you alive, it's not smart to keep it one your person all the time.
I just shrugged sitting down. I'd done my best to spruce up the Chamber using whatever transfiguration spell I could, and so now there was a small, almost cozy, corner of the chamber that I occupied. Complete with a bed and desk, and even a small fireplace.
"Why? It give me power. Helps strengthen my dark magic." I told him, as I practiced gather the shadowy dark magic around me with the help of the armband.
That's what I'm scared of.
"What's gotten into you recently Tom? If I didn't know better I'd say you've grown a conscience."
And I fear you've lost yours.
"Why? Because I'm not scared to get stronger. To do what needs to be done?"
You're getting reckless (Y/n), take that armband you didn't even check to see what kinds of curses were on it, you just put it on like you didn't have a care in the world.
"Faolan wouldn't curse me."
And you know that how? Ruling by fear will never work. You've got not loyalty with fear. The minute you show weakness, show that you've got any sort of weak point they'll pounce.
"So what you want me to spread peace and love to everyone?"
I just think you should be a bit more careful how you treat your associates. Push anyone too far and they'll snap. Now matter what you have on them.
Tom did have a point. I was still in school, I could only maintain so much sway over people like this. Perhaps I should lay off the threats for a while, try to use more discrete methods of...persuasion.
Look (Y/n) you're not immortal. You're not unbeatable. You're strong don't get me wrong but not unstoppable.
"Yeah right." I snorted.
What about Edgar? And Dumbledore? And even Voldemort?
I growled slightly, shooting the shadows I'd collected around me at the wall leaving a large hole. I knew he was right I wasn't strong enough yet.
"Then I'll just get stronger."
They've got years on you (Y/n). What you need is something Voldemort can't get. Allies. Loyal allies.
"What like a gang?"
I wouldn't put it that way. But yes.
...
About an hour later I left the chamber and headed to breakfast where I met Harry, Ron, and Hermione, former two who were telling the latter about what'd happened that morning.
". . . and then there was another flash of light and I landed on the bed again!" Ron grinned, helping himself to sausages.
Hermione had an expression of wintry disapproval upon Harry.
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The Weasley of Slytherin: The Half Blood Prince
Fanfiction(Y/n) Riddle has spent almost two months in Azkaban, feeling more and more distract, devoid of almost all interacts expect for the occasional visit. His only hope is his upcoming trial, but who knows how that will end.
