Voldermort is Gone Tom Riddle Is Here

7

Tom waited. After the murder of Avery he had anticipated perhaps at least a day maximum until the Aurors had shown up, upon having felt the aurors appear not too long ago, he was glad to know that he had been right. In fact, it had only been about ten minutes, before he heard a troll of people wandering the house before they passed close enough to the little barred room that he was in at the moment. He, in accordance to his act, whimpered slightly, and pushed himself back. He had allowed himself to acquire a few bruises, and he imagined Draco had a few new ones from Lucius, when he came over the other day, he had heard the whimpers from the boy, and the muffled pleading voices.

Perhaps that had been somewhat cruel of him. To force Draco to once more face Lucius, but it had been part of a plan of his. It had worked, quite well in fact, considering not only had Draco found the courage to somewhat anger Lucius-although he had not needed much help outside of merely breathing in that department-but the visit had cemented Draco's desire to prove himself. Not only to Tom, but to his father as well. That he was strong and he could do this, and that his ability to manipulate was still on par. Tom had checked Draco over before he'd put him in the closet. The boy had acquired a good many bruises, and a few sprained bones, which he had healed, the rest, before he had managed it, Draco had requested to be left alone. He said it would help sell the act. Tom had to agree, bruising would help both Draco's part in the act, and Lucius's. Lucius playing the part of "Innocent, I didn't do anything" dad, even though they all knew he was far from it he would still manage quite well which would cause contention between Dumbledore and the ever so 'innocent' order that he toyed with, Tom playing the "Scared, compassionate child, and concerned friend" and Draco playing the "Abused, terrified, child".

With Draco's continuous help, and his past experiences, he was quite adapt of faking emotions, and raising the intensity on those he did already feel. It had not been a good process, but Tom had always been a good actor, and Draco had also given him some key notes that he would definitely be using in the future, more so than this one instance. He could do this.

A second later, not even moments after his small noise that he had allowed echo through the bath, the door opened, letting in a blinding bright light. Tom turned away from it, towards the wall, hiding his face, and hunching over, as if he were expecting more pain.

"Arthur! I found a child!" It was definitely Dumbledore's voice. Tom whined slightly at that. It was loud, he never liked loud couple that with Dumbledore's voice grating upon his ears made him want to claw them off. The old man was frustrating enough, having to feel his magical signiture again made Tom want to rend his head from his shoulders, but there would be time for that later. Not yet.

Dumbledore reached towards him and Tom turned towards him, eyes wide, trembling, and pupils blown, fearful. That was how he looked. He was channeling his fear of failure, and death, into his face. Dumbledore paused momentarily, Tom stared at him, still fear looking. It was useful, a the least, and he was grateful to Draco's notes, they were definitely of use in this. "Who..." Tom stopped and coughed slightly. Lack of water. Tom really did go all out on this. "Who are you?" He asked, mistrust mixed with fear.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore." Tom's brow furrowed, as if he were thinking. Not that he needed to. Wow, I really am good at this, I mean I always knew I was, but the ease that it is coming to me...oh it is almost wonderous. Tom licked his lips, as if uncertain. He looked up at Dumbledore curious expression on his face.

"The...The headmaster? Right? I think I have...I mean, Father talks about you sometimes, not often, but...You are a headmaster...right?" He asked, biting his lip and looking down when the man did not answer immediately. He seemed to be in thought.

"Yes, yes I am." Tom made to stand, but fell forward slightly, before catching himself on the wall, and suddenly throwing himself backwards, narrow eyed at Dumbledore.