Her aroma's curse {T.R}

13: Here's your sorrow, and here's my shoulder

TOM RIDDLE:

I stood up maintaining my mask on as much as i can. Blood was everywhere and everyone was screaming. I moved forward having enough. This was everything i did not want it to be. 74 aurors and only 6 dead. 106 death eaters and 18 dead.

19 now.

I tensed my jaws having absolutely enough. Barty Crouch junior was not theirs. He was mine.

Not in the romantic sort... Clean your minds.

But more in the objective sense. He was an object of mine. A rather good property. I lifted my mask off my mouth and casted my fiery snake out of my mouth for it to start eating up the so called 'defenders'. I moved into the fire and out of it as i knew it would not hurt me either way. It was also mine.

It was almost 8 pm and i hated every bit of today. This attack has been going on for four hours and my breath has ceased. Stress, hatred, rage. Every unwelcome emotion rushed hastily into my body invading it eagerly. I got to the cage of Barty crouch jr and i only had to look at it so it would break apart. "Get up," i grabbed his collar and i apparated us to the caves when the snake of mine was back in my chest. Some aurors escaped and others burnt. But now, everything was grey, or maybe red. It was a colour which i did not at all fancy. I threw him on the floor.

"What happened?" I cracked my neck fixing my shirt and removing my mask. "I have no idea, my lord. I woke up and found myself in the middle of battle." I raised my chin in more irritation when death eaters gathered around me. "They obliviated you?" I neared feeling my paranoia creep up to my throat. He parted his lips and broadened his eyes. They all were silenced by my question. I felt my temples pound, my breath harder to take in and breathe out, my blood hast in my vessels.

He remained hushed and i looked at everyone in disappointment and wrath. I wanted to slaughter all their throats.

"You know..." i massaged my temples. "You know what they might know by now. What you have forgotten," i pointed at him burning my eyes as my cloak nearly choked me. I untied it and threw it away only for it to burn due to my anger which i could not control. My delusions.. you can call them that but i knew they occurred. Most probably.

"Did you or did you not drink the anti- veritaserum daily?" I grabbed him up by his collars against a wall. "Did you?!" I yelled and he looked into my pupils with definite rage. "I- i have-. I swear." He weeped trying to crawl back and i felt my muscles tense. They could have used another method.

"Strip," i ordered and he began to take his clothes off. If they had moled him then he would be tracked, or they might get into his memories and thoughts. All of us watched him trying to trail a sign of oddness. And my lips parted and i felt my pupils broaden with adrenaline when i witnessed a green slash on his lower back which emitted dark grey gas. It was small and diagonal almost unnoticed but it glistened. "Trap and cloak him from all locater spells," i ordered and they carried him away. "Get that fucking spell out of his body." I stepped back. I was on the fucking verge of exploding as i stood there.

"I will go back to school. By dawn," i bared my teeth pointing my index to the ground, "i want him clean, and his memory back." I explained to the best wizards i had, not only because they knew how to fight, but they also knew all spells and all enchantments and potions. They knew how to reverse spells.

I twisted myself into the hallways in search for her. Only her would be able to make me feel better. In all ways. So i entered the slytherin common room unseen due to the green led flicker and the amount of smoke growing from cigarettes and pots. And i knew she was going to be present. Because little Anastasia never misses a party. What my plan was to get her to her own dorm and fuck her right there before the party is over.