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

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 : The Secret Party 

That night, the slytherin common room looked like a muggle night club.

Loud music, low light and all the silver and green were on the dance floor, swaying to the rhythm of the music. There were also Ravenclaw, Hufflepuffs and Griffindor students among them.

Isalia turns to see Daphne coming toward her in a black dress, holding a package in her hands. "Let's go to our dorm, I want to show you something."

"Open it!" Daphne shoots.

"What's it?" Isalia asks while unpacking her friend's gift. She pulled out a black dress, the same as her friend's, but with a little extra touch.

"Daph', you didn't have to," she says, her hands running over the spangled silk fabric. "It's beautiful."

"Isn't it? I've planned to give it to you last year, but it was't ready in time." Daphne answers. "Now go put it on, I want to see how it fits you!" She pushes her into the bathroom and closed the door.

The dress was a perfect fit, mirrors Slytherin's elegance: seek and utterly captivating. Its silhouette hugs Isalia's curves, emphasing her grace and poise. The spangles resemble serpent scales, catching the light as diamonds. It looked like galaxies have been embroidered on the black silk fabric, each sequin glimmers like a distant star.  

Isalia came out of the bathroom, and Daphne looked at her, speechless.

"Wow," was the only word that left her mouth. "It suits you better than I thought."

She approaches and hugs Isalia. "Thank you." this last one says, hugging her back.

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"Oh man! Black really went all out on the decor," a seventh year slytherin yells, so his ravenclaw friend could hear him."Yeah, they should take her to decor our common room, too." this one answers.

Green flashing lights, Rock and Blues resonating between the stone walls of the dungeons. Everyone was on the dancefloor, dancing alone or with a partner. The heads of the slytherin house were already the drunkest in the room.

But, there was someone still outside, in the halls. Tom Riddle finishes his evening patrol in the castle, and as he approaches the sound of the music beats amplifies.

He arrives at a wall of grey stone and knocs twice. "Password?" a voice asks. "Ambition" Riddle answers, and the wall opens on Tom's worst nightmare. A clandestine party in his usual calm common room.

He makes his way through the compact crowd of students of all ages, but the music suddenly stops and heads turn towards the stone staircase leading to the girls' dormitory.

There, a young woman in a dark and shimmering dress was standing. Tom didn't recognize her at first, but as she decended the stairs, her face became more distinct in the green lights. This unique way to move, confident and yet modest, the peculiar grey shade of her eyes, her swirling brown hair with her steps...

"Please welcome the person to whom we owe this party, Isalia Goldenbairy!" a voice exclaimed from the speakers." Now let's go back to our festivities with a song named..."

Her grey eyes caught up with his, and a sparkle lighten her gaze.

She completly forgot about him.

He broke through the crowd towards her as fast as he could and stands in front of her. Isalia's gaze held a mixture of curiosity and defiance. "You're not supposed to be here," she says, her voice low but unwavering.

"And neither are you," Tom retorts. "This is my domain."

She tilts her head, studying him. "Your domain? Or the domain you've claimed for yourself?"

He hadn't expected such boldness. Most students cowered in his presence, but Isalia stood her ground.

"As far as I know, I'm as much Slytherin as you." She says, her voice full of defiance. The crowd is now focused on the debate the two prefects were facing. Tom feels uncomfortable, he doesn't like peoples attention to be on him in such a situation.

Tom's eyes bore into hers, calculating and intense. "This common room belongs to the Slytherins," he declared, his voice a low murmur. "I am its rightful master."

Isalia's lips curves into a half-smile. "Master? Or just another player in this grand game?" Her words were a subtle taunt."Let's finish this talk outside." She heads for the common room exit, Tom hot on her heels.

They enter an empty room.

"What do you think you're doing, Goldenbairy?" He says threateningly after closing the door.

She didn't answer.

"Cat got your tongue?" he says, approaching her. She didn't move. "It's none of your business, Riddle." Isalia finally answers. He circles around her, threatening predator, his wand out.

"Professor Slughorn gave me the authorization, just so you know." She adds. He approached her and she steps back. She has her back against the door, and Tom approached once more.

He leaned closer, their breaths mingling. "And you thought I'd allow it?" His whisper sent shivers down her spine. "Actually? No, I'm not idyllic." She lifts her chin, so their gazes meet. "I'm already stuck with you with that damn project, don't make it harder for the both of us."

She wanted to move, to make distance between them, but her feets didn't respond to her command.

Tom stood his ground and didn't respond. His gaze still locked with hers, a mix of defiance and curiosity. He must admit that something in her behavior intrigued him. She doesn't show any other emotions than happiness with her friend Daphne, and hostility to him. What does she hide behind this stone mask?

She stood, their lips brushing as she spoke,"The same secrets as you, Tom."

"What do you mean?" He mutters. "A magician never reveals his secrets to the public," she adds. "Otherwise it wouldn't be that impressive."

Legilimency. This girl is a legilimens.

Finally, her feet responded to her and she left him.

She saw multiple things while traveling his mind. Dark things...

And one word swirled in his head : Horcruxes.