Harriet Potter: Tom Riddle's Obsession

Chapter 3 - Riddle's Rage

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Tom eagerly devoured the praise Merope lavished upon him as he completed his fourth year at Hogwarts with top marks in all of his studies.

Still, his mother's approval wasn't enough to satisfy him.

While he spent entire days longing for Harriet as he carried on with his outward facade, Tom looked forward to leaving Hogwarts behind and beginning his adult life.

A few more years and he would be a grown man, able to do exactly as he pleased without the pesky restrictions on underage magic, without an adult's approval, and without.........without restraint.

On rainy Saturdays, while Harriet was busy at Quidditch practice, Tom dove into his personal studies as he sat surrounded by a mountain of books in the library.

His dark eyes narrowed as he consumed page after page of information on the Dark Arts and their many applications.

Sometimes those dismal afternoons birthed deranged fantasies in young Tom Riddle's mind.

A simple brew of Amortentia would enslave Harriet to him forever, as long as he had her swallow the appropriate dose every so often.

The Binding Curse would allow him to shackle her to a bed purely for his enjoyment.

The Silencing Spell cast with malicious intent would render her speechless, unable to stand witness against him.

Tom sighed to himself one evening as he realized the frivolity of his wild dreamings.

Although he found it tempting to imagine grabbing his gratification by force, force was not how he preferred to acquire Harriet Potter.

Tom would not have repressed his primal wants and brutal methods for anyone else other than his darling.

No amount of money could be given to make Tom harm Harriet, no bargain, no deal, no promise.

Regardless, Tom Riddle failed to understand his obsession with his Gryffindor queen had turned into love.

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His reluctance to use Dark Magic on Harriet did not mean he had abandoned pursuit.

Deciding that he would first need to make himself a capable mate in her eyes, Tom shouldered the responsibility of finding employment just before his fifth year began.

For a school boy, the hours he worked at Hogsmeade's apothecary were long and strenuous.

As the summer passed, Tom hoped Harriet would deem his efforts at working hard as a noble sacrifice.

It pained him to see the hours pass during each shift and know that each moment had been spent without Harriet.

As his fifth year commenced and with it, the Triwizard Tournament, Tom delighted in the age restriction placed on entering the competition.

If students under seventeen had been permitted to put forth their names, he would have had no choice but to drop a piece of parchment in the goblet......all to impress Harriet, of course.

Unlike other alphas his age, Tom barely noticed the Beauxbatons.

The boys from Durmstrang didn't seem to threaten him, already far too comfortable with his own ego to be challenged.

While the first semester droned on, Tom continued studying, working, and chatting with Harriet, his good friend.

By taking the magical bus from London to Hogsmeade, Tom worked through the winter recess during the evenings, eager to save as much money as possible.