The Slytherin Heir || a T. M. Riddle fanfiction

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 : First Class of The Year

"I'm a prefect!"
"Yeah, it was obvious, Isy" Daphne rolls her eyes, while taking a taste of her fried chicken."With those awesome grades of yours, it's only fair."

They exchange a look, and a smile crosses Daphne's face.

"No, no I know what you're about to say" Isalia cuts her."No party."

Daphne pouted."Why?"
"You think he'd allow a party in the common room?"Isalia responds."Not even in our wildest dreams, Daphne."

"Come on!" Her friend shoots."You're a prefect now, it's worth the risk!"

Isalia thought for a second, turns back to her friend and says:
"Ok for the party" Daphne's smile wildened and her eyes were shining with a malicious glam."With conditions." Isalia adds.

Daphne pouted again.

"I don't want all Hogwarts to know about," she says."Don't spill the tea."

"Cross my head and hope to die, you're giving me anxiety but I'll comply" Daphne solemnly swear. "Oh my, we're gonna be late for Slug's course if we don't hurry up!"

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"Welcome to all of you" professor Slughorn says."I'm glad to have you all here for this new year!"

The students clap in their hands, Slughorn smiles.

"Today, we're going to make a Draught of the Living Death. Who can remind me of it's effects?"

Tom's hand and Isalia's rose as bullets in the air.

Slughorn gazes at the other students. "Anyone?"

No one dared to rase a hand.

Slughorn turns to the two Slytherins. His gaze goes from Tom to Isalia, goes back on Tom and then on Isalia.
He is facing a huge internal debate.

"Yes, Tom?" Isalia gives him a death gaze, he answers her with a proud half-smile."The Draught of the Living Death is a powerful potion that brings upon it's drinker a very deep sleep that can last indefinitely." He says to Slughorn.

The professor nods. "Indeed Tom, the Draught of the Living Death is a very powerful sleep draught. And no antidote is mentioned in the Potion Manual, but is there truly an antidote for it?"

Tom was left speechless, and Isalia takes advantage of this opportunity and raises her hand.

"Yes, Miss Goldenbairy?"
"Actually, there's an antidote for Draught of the Living Death'' she says."It's called the Wiggenweld Potion. It's mentioned in a tale my mother used to tell me. «A wizard prince once used the Wiggenweld Potion to awaken a princess who had been given the Draught of the Living Death. The prince first put some of the potion on his lips, then kissed the the princess who woke up instantly.»"

Professor Slughorn looked impressed by the Slytherin's answer.

Tom, on the other side, was just irritated.
How could she know all of this?
He never once ever heard about an antidote for the Sleep Draught.

He clunches his jaw as Isalia gave him a look.

But there was also something else behind the anger he was feeling, something foreign to him...

"...Excellent, Miss Goldenbairy. 10 points for Slytherin." The professor finally says, as impressed as the rest of the class.

The bell rang and the students hurried to exit the class.

"Wait here, you two." He points Isalia and Tom. "As you must know, you two are the best students of all Hogwarts, and exceptionally, the director and I will give you an important opportunity..."

The two last words caught the attention of the two prefects.

"You will be asked to prepare a very complex elixir..."

The professor stops.

"...Together." He adds.

"WHAT?!" The two exclaims at once.

For the first time, the Tom and Isalia agreed on something.

"With all the respect I owe you, professor, I can't work with...her." Tom says, pointing the girl next to him.
"Me too, I couldn't handle his behaviors, professor!" Isalia shoots.

"You have no other choice, unless you want this unbelievable opportunity to sip from your fingers..."

An unbelievable opportunity... It happens only a few times in a life...

It's worth the risk, Isy, Daphne's voice rose in her head.

She gives a death stare to Tom, but nods anyway.

She turns to the professor."I accept, sir." Tom seemed outraged by her answer, but nodded reluctantly. "Me too, professor."

"Oh, I'm glad you accepted." Slughorn exclaims."If you have any question, my door's always open!"

Isalia packed her things and left the room as soon as Slughorn finished. In the hurry, a small pendant escaped her pocket and fell on the floor, but the silver and green didn't notice.