Tom Riddle Imagines

Revenge

Tom Riddle Hogwarts Era (1940s)

Y/N Y/LN

Me and Tom have been friends for 3 years now. Despite us getting put in different houses during the sorting ceremony (he joined Slytherin, whilst I joined Ravenclaw), we've managed to remain close, supporting each other when we needed it. Tom is quite the remarkable wizard, he's attractive, smart, and everyone loves him.

I have no doubt he'll become a prefect in 5th year and eventually Head boy in our last year. At first, my feelings were purely platonic, but now I must agree with the rest of the girls in our year, he is quite attractive. If he continues like this, I'll soon be head over heels for him. 

4th Year

I can't believe he's done this! How could he?! Tom started becoming distant towards the end of last year, which confused me. I tried confronting him about it, but he claimed that he wanted some time alone, so I accepted. Now here he is, stood in front of me with the boys that have been bullying us since 1st year, as their leader.

I look into the eyes of the boy I once knew, his eyes are void of emotion, whilst mine are filled with tears. How could he do this? How could he break the oath we made, swearing to have each other's backs? The physical wounds that him and his 'friends' have inflicted on me hurt less than the betrayal. Yet somehow, I feel it's my fault. I feel like perhaps I neglected him somehow, and he ran off to them, abandoning me for revenge. 

6th Year

I've had enough of this bullshit now. The past 2 years, I've suffered at the hands of him and his friends, I'm sick of it! It's time I woman up and get revenge. I know his weaknesses already, but I now need to figure out his plan. Once I have discovered his goals, I'll know how to destroy him. 

*****

He craves immortality. He's been looking into splitting his soul, creating horcruxes. Dark Magic. He killed Myrtle Warren with a Basilisk that he can control, because he's the heir of Slytherin. He's become a monster. One that I'm determined to hunt down & destroy, he deserves it after all. Tom Riddle, I will be the cause of your annihilation!

I head up to the 6th floor for Divination. In this class us Ravenclaws share with the Slytherins, and Tom himself is my partner. Normally this is unfortunate, but the announcement of being tasked with reading tea leaves, I can use this to my advantage. 10 minutes into the lesson, we're obligated to switch teacups. I grab Tom's and hand him mine. 

The tea leaves show nothing of interest, until I look at it upside down. It looks kind of like the Grim. Fate is on my side! This is perfect! "Oh. My. God. Professor!" I shout frantically, calling Professor Trelawney over. Tom hears the panic in my voice, and tries to peek into the cup, but I swat him away and hand the teacup to the bushy haired professor. "The G-grim" she mutters with a gasp. "Oh my dear boy, you are in grave danger" she tells Tom, her voice raspy. 

Tom looks shocked and snatches the cup from her trembling hands, assessing the cup. He turns it a few times, looking at it from different angles, before he has no choice to accept the bad omen. The professor suddenly seems to feel very ill so she dismisses the class. I grab my bag, and almost skip out the room. The fool bought it. Guess Tom's not as intelligent as he likes to think. 

*****

I've done it! Likely the hardest thing I've ever pulled off successfully. Yes, I have managed to successfully poison Tom's dinner without him noticing. I watch from my table across the hall, as he lifts his fork to his mouth. He takes a bite of the delicate salmon he selected and doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary. He takes a few more bites, making me smirk slightly. I continue watching like a hawk as his body shakes violently. 

His hands flail around, knocking silverware off the table, until he himself falls off his chair and begins to spasm on the floor, foam leaking out of his mouth. People begin to scream, and I revel in the sound. He's getting what he deserves. In fact, he deserves much worse. The professors and Riddle's knights carry him out the great hall and to the infirmary. I laugh internally as everyone panics, and continue eating. 

*1 week later*

It didn't work. It didn't fucking work! Riddle's still alive and has now recovered, so I've turned to plan b. What is plan b, you may ask? I've managed to persuade a group of dementors to attack the bastard. How I pulled this off, even I'm not entirely sure. But if they manage to kill him, that's all that matters. I've managed to figure out that Riddle is holding a gathering with his followers in the forbidden forest tonight, the perfect time to set the dementors on him. What makes it better is that he cannot produce a patronus, to my knowledge anyways. 

At Midnight, I instruct the dementors to enter the forbidden forest, and kill Tom Riddle. They comply quite easily, which comes as a surprise to me. I don't complain though, returning to the castle, and hoping to hear the news of the Slytherin prefect's death tomorrow.