"Look Tom I'm sorry for what I said earlier," (y/n) panted running after him, "I-it just slipped".
She was chasing after him, in this gloomy day, Tom marching way ahead of her, not turning his back, it was as if he wasn't even listening.
"Tom I'm sorry! Tom-" she tried running even faster than her legs were allowing her, all she needed was a push, just a little push
"Tom!-" and suddenly, the young boy turned around abruptly to her surprise. He drew out his wand and looked at her dead in the eye,
"Stop calling me I've had enough of your whiney little voice all darn day! Aren't you happy you embarrassed me in front of the wizard? Wasn't it bad enough you mocked me in front of him? Wasn't it bad enough that you had to show him your powers that is the only thing special about you? Are you happy that he is embarrassed of having a half blood descendant? Are you happy with yourself?" He paused, with a shaky voice, he continued,
"you're not the one I thought you were (y/n)... please just... leave me alone".
He lowered his wand and met the eyes of the girl in front of him. She was beyond shocked, as if someone had just slapped her, tears sting her eyes at the realisation of the words as they slowly sunk into her mind, she took a deep shaky breath in and said,
"So am I just a mere weapon for you to use in your quest to kill mudbloods? Am I just a girl you thought you could use to get your way to everything?"
A tear fell down, rolling down her cheek, she quickly reached to wipe it out, to see it was actual blood. She was crying blood. But that didn't bother her. All that was on her mind was how she was manipulated from the start. How this handsome young boy, took her and her powers for granted.
"Tom, do you even... feel something for me?" She asked her voice as quiet as the wind. The boy didn't even say anything. He just turned around and left. And all that was left standing was a girl and a broken heart.
"Professor, hurry, there's something you must see! Quickly Albus!" Hurried professor McGonagall.
The old man sitting in his study, groaned as he lifted his bum up and got out of the chair. He dragged his feet grumpily and followed his colleague out of the room,
"Tell me Minerva, where are you taking me?" He asked his voice hoarse, they passed countless of corridors and halls, walked up and down countless of moving stairs when they arrived all she said was,
"There's someone who asked for you," and she left, leaving an dumbfounded Dumbledore in front of a set of stairs, that seem to be leading to one of the roofs of Hogwarts. He climbed those stairs, quietly as if to expect some kind of danger, he leaned his ear forward to hear if there was any commotion. Nothing alarming. When finally he arrived at the too of the stairs, he saw a figure, with a red long cape, standing there, admiring the view, the hood was put over the figure's head. But something seemed oddly familiar.
"Hello, professor Dumbledore," said the voice softly, something about the voice seemed broken, as if the person spent hours in end crying and sobbing uncontrollably. The shadow, still turning its back reached over to drop off the hood, showing (y/h/c) gorgeous hair,
"I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me." (Y/n)'s voice echoed gently as she turned around revealing her identity to the teacher in front of her. All he did was chuckle and sigh.
"So killing muggle-borns bore you now?" He asked coldly, while serving her a cup of tea,
"sugar? Milk?" He questioned, offering her a tray of accompaniments. She shook her head no, and murmured a 'thank you'
"You do realise that I have the most wanted criminal in all of the magic world? What would happen if I called the ministry on you?" He asked once again dryly. She set her china cup on the table, and looked in the distance,
"I would run away I guess..." She answered, she took the cup again, but this time brought it to both of her hands and just held them, taking in their comforting warmth. She turned her gaze to Dumbledore who simply said,
"You can't hide forever". He sighed then asked this time in a harsher tone,
"Why have you come back (y/n)? You chose your path, you've committed the biggest of sins, don't you think it's a tad bit suspicious you're here at Hogwarts, drinking a cup of tea?" He paused, took a sip of his drink and continued, "I don't need to hear your life story, get straight to the point."
(Y/n) looked around and realised how bad she missed this place, all the magic, all the learning, the mood, her friends, the academic competition. All of that she gave away for a boy. For a mere boy that treated her like a toy.
"I-I... Tom... He used me to do his bidding. He used me and my powers, he took advantage of that. He manipulated me to kill mudbloods and and he made me do bad things professor... very bad things." She started to tremble at the memory of their conversation and the poisonous words he spat at her.
"I told you he was bad news, but I don't see why you have come here, there's nothing we can do for you, you've chosen your path, it was your mistake and you need to learn to erase them yourself. Good day miss (l/n)"
He stood up and with a flicker of his wand all of the tea set was gone, the cup (y/n) was holding disappeared into thin air. He walked to the door and as he opened it, (y/n) held her hand out and with a small movement of her hand, the door closed by itself, hard.
"Professor, I've come here to seek a second chance." She stated, standing up, her cape flowed to her side. He sighed and didn't turn around,
"You've made your choice, it's too late, I'm sorry I'm not a priest where you ask for forgiveness." He straightened himself and reached for the handle to open the door but it wouldn't budge. He turned around and saw (y/n) holding a gaze and her hand were stretched out.
"I can give you information about the whereabouts of Tom Marvolo Riddle, the Death Eaters..." She paused slightly, hesitant about whether or not to give up something else, she tired to cover it up with a small cough, but the professor noticed it and said,
"And?..." He questioned, intrigued,
"I can tell you where Salazar Slytherin is."
He paused to absorb the thought and looked at her and all he said before he left was,
"Tomorrow, ministry of magic, at 11:00 a.m. sharp. British punctuality."
