You explore Tom Riddle's journey into becoming Voldemort in his younger years in the role of Eva. You discover his desire for immortality, his motivations and his relationships... Could the future have been changed? Albus Dumbledore uses you as a sp...
It's been almost two years since our paths diverged, yet her presence lingers in my mind like a stubborn specter.. Eva was always a temptation, a weakness I loathed to admit. Her defiance, her spirit—traits that should have repelled me—only drew me in deeper.
Now, seeing her was a twist in the tapestry of our twisted fate. I have to free her. He can not have what is mine. He probably already figured that she is the key to old magic and it is a question of time he will use her against me.
I stride through the halls of the manor, my mind racing with plans and contingencies. I cannot let Grindelwald's hold on Eva continue. Her magic, her resilience—these are assets I need, and more than that, there's a simmering rage within me at the thought of her suffering. It's irrational, infuriating, but undeniable.
As I enter my private chamber, I gather my thoughts. The room is a testament to my meticulous nature: books on dark magic line the walls, and various artifacts of power are displayed with precision. I sit at my desk, quill in hand, writing down my every thought in my diary.
"My lord." I hear Avery say, his voice full of fear. I sigh, "what now" "The death eaters are ready to leave." I nod, reaching for my wand, moving it between two fingers, "I will join." "My lord -" I look at him dead serious, did he just interrupt me? "Avery. Shall I remind you whom you are talking to? I will join. Actually, I am looking forward to meet the legendary Gellert Grindelwald. In the end, the student beats the master.. isn't. Prepare everything. I will meet you there." And with that I apparate.
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The journey to Grindelwald's fortress is fraught with peril, but of course I navigate it with ease. My followers, the nascent Death Eaters, flank me, their loyalty a potent force. The fortress looms ahead, a dark silhouette against the night sky.
I slip through the shadows, my presence masked by powerful concealment charms. The guards are easily dealt with—silent, swift deaths that leave no trace.
As I reach the heart of the fortress, I feel a surge of anticipation. Eva is close.
I find her in a dimly lit chamber, surrounded by the bodies of Grindelwald's followers. Blood pools on the floor, and she stands in the center, a sword in hand, her eyes blazing with a mix of fury and determination. She is a vision of strength and defiance, more magnificent than I remember. I have to admit, I am surprised by what I see. I expected to find her crumbling on the floor, given the last time she spoke to me she seemed so despereate. Now Grindelwalds guards seem worse.
"Eva," I say, stepping into the light. Her eyes snap to mine, and for a moment, there is a flicker of recognition, a connection that transcends the years and the pain.
"Tom," she breathes, her voice a mixture of relief and guarded hope. "You came."
I nod, my gaze unwavering. "Don't make me regret it."
She lowers the sword, her stance relaxing slightly. "Grindelwald... he tried to break me."
"He failed," I reply, stepping closer. "As I knew he would. You're stronger than he could ever comprehend."
Her eyes soften, and for a moment, the distance between us seems to disappear. "Thank you," she whispers. "But we need to get out of here. He won't be gone for long."
I nod, taking her hand. "Follow me. I have a plan."
We move swiftly through the fortress, my followers covering our escape. The path is perilous as I push her to her limits to go faster. She still doesn't see I tried to train her for situations like this. As we reach the outer walls, a burst of spellfire illuminates the night. Grindelwald's forces are upon us.
"Go!" I shout to Eva, pushing her towards the hidden passage I discovered. "I'll hold them off."
"No!" she protests, grabbing my arm. "I'm not leaving you."
I meet her gaze, my resolve unshakable. "You must. This wasn't a request. Run now."
Her grip tightens, but she nods, understanding the gravity of our situation. "Be careful, Tom."
She gives me a brief, fierce kiss—a promise and a farewell—before turning to face the oncoming attackers. How sentimental.
My wand is a blur of motion, spells erupting in a symphony of destruction. Eva disappears into the passage, and I unleash my fury upon Grindelwald's forces.
The battle is fierce, but I am relentless. Each spell is a calculated strike, each movement a dance of death. When the last of Grindelwald's followers lies defeated, I stand amidst the carnage, my breath heavy, my body aching, and they ruined my suit.
I make my way to the hidden passage where I sent Eva. The night is quiet, the fortress now a tomb of silence and shadows. I hear only my own footsteps as I walk through the passage. It seems as if I am here alone. "Eva?" I say sharp. "If this is a trap I will have no mercy" I look around serious. "GRINDELWALD" I shout with anger in my voice. "COME OUT. FILTHY COWARD. SHOW YOURSELF." My words echo through the passage.
~To be continued~
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