His Violent Delight (A Tom Riddle Fanfiction)

Chapter XVII : The Lavatories

"You made out with who?!" Draycie Black screamed, bouncing up and down with a mix of astonishment and excitement that made it hard to tell if she was thrilled or outraged. you made out with my twin brother?"

"Oh Mum and Dad will absolutely adore you...If you two get married we'll be sisters...oh Merlin, we could actually be sisters..."Draycie rambled on.

"It was just a kiss," I said, trying to sound casual about the whole situation, but the blush on my cheeks said otherwise. How do I get myself in these types situations? I had just made out with Sirius' father, for the love of Merlin! I could never marry Orion, I had my life to get back to in the future. Even if I could never go back for whatever reason, I wanted Sirius to exist, and that could never happen if I married Orion.

"I didn't pin you as an Orion Black girl," Draycie said blatantly. I looked at her, confusion written all over my face. "I guess I just assumed you'd fall for Riddle—seems like every girl does. Then you realize he's not interested, and you move on. Unless you're Isabella Burke, of course."

Draycie recited this as if it were a fact written in a textbook and Sabrina seemed to fact check Sabrina's words. I began to laugh, how could anyone possibly like Riddle. Sure, he was probably the most striking person  I'd ever laid but all the terrible things he did ruined it all. Anyways, I knew he wouldn't keep his good looks.

Not even his nose.

"Well this girl doesn't go for Riddle," I declared "Orion is simply better; he's smart, caring, attractive and he doesn't come with Riddle's arrogant and brooding personality." What I really wanted to say was Orion wasn't a dark lord on the rising. Orion wasn't a murderer. He was still innocent, redeemable from his future sins.

Tom Riddle was not.

Tom Riddle deserved to die and I would make sure to kill him.

I'd been thinking about how I'd do it...how I'd kill him. I realized that he hadn't even made his first Horcrux yet. Unless, I was a Horcrux.

I needed to speak to Dumbledore about that. I had to tell him that I was potentially one of Voldemort's Horcruxes like Harry had been. I had tried but something inside of me stopped me. I still couldn't shake the feeling off. In that moment, I didn't feel in control of my own actions and it was scary. I needed to talk to Dumbledore but my Legilimency lesson with him was only tomorrow evening.

That night, as Draycie quickly fell asleep and Sabrina's eyes eventually grew heavy over her massive textbook, I lay awake.

I laid in bed, my eyes wide open admiring the starry night ceiling, while my a thousand thoughts ran through my mind. Draycie and Sabrina were sound asleep now and I envied them for looking so peaceful in their slumber. I on the other hand had been tossing and turning for the past hour.

It was in that moment that I truly felt the weight that was put on my shoulders.

It was up to me to change the future. It was up to me and me only to kill Voldemort if I ever wanted to see Cedric again, if I wanted to see my friends again, if I wanted my father to remember me.

And I was scared. I was terrified to fail.

Voldemort terrified me but Riddle as he was nom, unnerved me even more. He wore a perfect facade that nobody could see through except for me and Dumbledore. If I hadn't lived the terror Voldemort put me through I'm certain I easiliy would have been charmed by him as well—might even have had a crush on him.

He was gorgeous. Hauntingly beautiful and dangerous. He was the devil in disguise and Merlin how that disguise was alluring; he had all the qualities to reel you in blindly into trouble.