A Story of a Short Ending | T.R

Chapter 46 - The Plan A

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Die for you x heartless x moth to a flame x after hours The Weeknd (remix/speedup version)

The day's events a while ago were the beginning of the chaos that arose and kept happening in the Manor. The chandeliers were no longer safe, just like the men in the house. The constant hallucinations, the falling objects from the ceiling, the walls that were closing on them, no corner of the Manor was left untouched by the terrors and horrors they were experiencing.

The men, but never the women. Rarely Riddle himself. He could still get quality hours of sleep before he was awoken by strange sounds or the walls shaking. He was able to sleep and work, but his nerves were always as strained as they got, as he did not take well someone else toying with him. How could someone be so brave and so stupid to play games with the man who deemed himself the vessel of godly power?

Frankly, what he experienced was nothing like what his Death Eaters had to go through, but that didn't stop him from continuing to work them to the bone. They didn't get enough sleep? That was their problem, nothing that concerned him. They could sleep in the gardens or the greenhouse as Avery once did and for once could exhale, as the walls stayed in place and the roof didn't collapse on him.

Yet, they preferred to toughen through it and use the help that the women were kindly offering to keep themselves alive. As they noticed, nothing had ever happened to the women so having them nearby at almost all times of day was a great perk and a life shield they didn't say no to.

Their thoughts were polluted with plans of survival and the awareness of their surroundings, as they had to know which chandelier was the closest and which letter opener could fly into their heart like a stake at any given moment. But at the same time, it didn't take too long to figure out who was doing it. There was only one person who already tried to approach the women and attempted to switch sides in this conflict. That attempt was unsuccessful and it seemed they still held hope that the women could change their minds and accept the invitation, which they couldn't do if they were dead or harmed in the process.

Emily was terrorising the men so they wouldn't have time or mental strength to battle her on behalf of Riddle or rather didn't have time for absolutely anything other than trying to stay alive.

Even in times like such, Riddle's mind was set on Dumbledore and his allies. They have started his downfall, they couldn't back out now. If they gave him time to recover, gave him time to gather resources, he would find his footing and strike back, which they couldn't allow him to do.

He was at his lowest yet, but he was far from weak. Dumbledore, to his credit, was not weak or stupid. Sometimes his judgement was clouded enough to make rash or illogical decisions but he never made them out of sheer stupidity. Right now, he was still holding on, hiding in whatever spot he chose for this, most likely his headquarters, that housed his people right now.

The Headquarters of the Order was something that kept Riddle from sleeping even more than Emily's tricks. All of his people were in there right now, together with him himself. It was the golden key to the gates of victory, the answer to his questions and something so far he hurt with how much he wanted it. If the whereabouts of the Headquarters were compromised, they would have everything to hold over Dumbledore's head. They could back up their threats, and their plans and make the old man beg for mercy, if not for himself then for his people.

That thought made Riddle smile. Dumbledore, on his knees, begging for mercy? Something right out of his dreams. It was an amusing thought, which Riddle wanted to bring into reality as soon as possible. Yet, he knew it was not going to happen. Not because they weren't going to corner Dumbledore and put a wand to his neck, but because Dumbledore in his core was a hypocrite who loved life. He loved pretty speeches and beautiful ideas he fed to his people as they ate out of his hands. He didn't even need to try too hard. Their kids were being educated by this man, what says they shouldn't listen to him?