To Love A Riddle - A Tom Riddle Fanfic

Chapter 2

I turn onto my right side, slowly waking from my rest. The lights around the room have turned on to signal that it is daylight outside of the dungeons.

Yawning, I sit up and stretch my stiff muscles. Helga and Walburga are still sound asleep, but I take leave of my bed to dress. I yank my school uniform out of my trunk and begin to dress. I have already gotten my skirt on and am buttoning up shirt when a drowsy voice speaks up behind me.

"Where did you get that tattoo?" I turn to see a tired Walburga, attempting to wipe the residue of sleep from her eyes.

I bristle at her comment, but what is the harm in answering her. I do not need to tell her the truth and I am sure she will not question me farther if I answer her.

"I got it a long time ago." I reply with ease.

"But you are underage," A suspicious tone in her voice.

I sigh, turning to her. "I went through a rebellious phase and ended up getting it."

I see the suspicion leave her eyes as she glances down at it. "Can I see it?"

Nodding, I approach her. I unbuttoned my shirt, stripping it off down to my undershirt. She looks at me in interest as I turn my back to her so she can access the tattoo that is printed across my right shoulder blade.

I stiffen at her touch. "What does it mean?" her voice holds nothing but curiosity.

"It is a simple symbol for a staff and the circle between the two prongs stands for a helm." I reply honestly.

As I start to pull my shirt back on, Helga wakes up. She pleads with me to let her see it as well. Saying how it is unfair that Walburga got to see it and she did not.

I give in, letting the shirt slide back down. Helga gasps. "I've seen that symbol before!"

I can't help but stiffen. But curious as to what she may know about it.

"It's the symbol of the two-pronged scepter and the Helm of Darkness."

To say the least I am surprised. She actually knows her mythology. I nod, smiling a small smile.

"Yes. You are correct."

She smiles, happy that she was correct about what the symbol means.

"So do you have any more?" Walburga asks.

I nod, "I do."

"Well? Can we see them?" The glimmer of interest in both of their eyes makes me give in. What could it hurt.

I bring my right leg up to rest on the bed. Waving my hand over my calf and foot. The girls gasp in amazement as a snake appears on my skin.

"H-How did y-you d-do that?" Walburga manages to stutter out.

Helga's eyes are wide, "I've never seen someone do wandless and wordless magic before..."

I smirk. "As I said before. I was homeschooled. I progressed much further in my studies than I would have if I had been placed here."

They pair get over their shock fast, asking me about why I got a snake and cracking jokes about how convenient it is that I was placed into Slytherin.

I laugh, "I've always had a passion for snakes. Such misunderstood creatures."

Looking at the clock, I motion for them to hurry and get themselves dressed. "Come on you two. We need to get to the Great Hall."