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TOM RIDDLE

DADA Professor! Tom Riddle
(AU where Dumbledore allowed Tom to be the DADA Professor, preventing Tom from getting drawn into the Dark Arts more.)

Set in Marauders Era.

"Alright, next!" Professor Riddle said. A 6th year Gryffindor, who just turned the boggart— which pretended to be Grindlewald— into a clown with red hair and a hat, stepped out of the line. Next was Peter Pettigrew. His hand shakily readied his wand and the boggart morphed into his worst fear.

Y/N stood in the middle of the line with a worried face, her hand touching the pendant of her necklace as some of her classmates unintentionally bumped her shoulder, pushed her sometimes. But they did not apologize, for Y/N was a nobody. She has, after all, a weirdo reputation. And that was one of the reasons why she didn't want her worst fear to be revealed. What could it be? She thought, remembering her suspections the last night, when she went to bed in deep thought. A spider? Bloody Baron? Ocean depths? Or her most likely guess, the boggart itself?
She wasn't gonna lie, the effect of the boggart had a toll on her. When her worst fear is revealed to all of her classmates, the new rumor that its gonna spread?
She stopped thinking about it to calm herself down before she's gonna panic.
Y/N looked up, noticing that there were only two people in front of her already. I can not wait for this day to end.

Tom watched her carefully, averting his gaze from James Potter's high five with Sirius Black, successive in turning his boggart. She was looking down to the ground, obviously trying not to tear up or have a panic attack. His attention was called onto the boggart when the last student in front of Y/N left the line. Behind her was Black, who was impatiently waiting for his turn.

She shakily stepped her foot forward, her face firm and determined to face what can happen. She breathed in, Riddle not saying anything. The boggart suddenly morphed, and turned into a pile of bloody bodies on the floor, a girl standing in between them—her back turned from them.

Tom's eyes widened, as the girl looked up and looked behind her where the silent students are. She sent Y/N a smirk, her eyes are all black, and a discoloration around her eyes. Y/N gasped, this girl...

was her.

Black forms of energies circled her hands. The class was silent, and the only sound present was the dark energies' scary sound, apparently telling everyone that it wasn't to be messed with.

Y/n's fear was her dark side stepping into control of her.

The evil version of her suddenly held her hand back her powers gaining more energy, and shot Y/n.
Before it could even hit her Riddle came infont of her, serving as a shield. The boggart turned into another body of a girl. And the dark aura and mass disappeared as Y/n snapped out of her frozen state and curiously stepped an inch from her original position to take a closer look of the girl. But Riddle saw her from the corner of his eye, and hurriedly yelled "Riddikulus!"
The boggart morphed again, and he used a spell to send it back to the wardrobe, where it started thrashing to free itself again.

Riddle turned to the class, and said "Class dismissed!" followed by a bunch of apologies when the students who didn't get to try boo'ed and awh'ed. The classroom soon got empty with only Y/n and Riddle inside. She fell to her knees as he knelt quickly to help her, his hands wrapped on her arms. "Miss L/N?" Her breathing got heavier and faster. Riddle cursed under his breath and carried her bridal style to the hospital wing. Of course he didn't want any rumors that only they were left inside. It would only encourage the rumors of his and Y/N's relationship. So when he ran out the class room with Y/N hyperventilating would make the students in the hallway think she needs to be helped.

The Hospital Wing's doors flung open, in came Professor Riddle holding a hyperventilating 7th year.
He carried her to a bed while Madam Pomfrey wasn't in sight. "Baby, breathe." He comforted. "In," Y/n inhaled. "Out." she exhaled. after a few more of these she seemed to control her breathing a little, but tears are still streaming down her rosy cheeks. Madam Pomfrey burst out her office, and walked hurriedly to Y/n and Professor Riddle. "What's going on??" "She's having a panic attack," he turned to Pomfrey, "Boggart lesson."
Y/N's lips were very pale, and looked like she would pass out anytime.
"I forbade you to attend Defense Against the Dark Arts today, i knew you won't handle the boggart!" Her aunt, Pomfrey scolded. But Y/n was stubborn, wanted to prove she can. And here she is now, tears still streaming down her face.
"I'm gonna get some medicines, you wait here." she said, hurrying to her office. Her faint uneven breathing still evident. "Hey, hey hey, look at me." Riddle said, his hand on her cheek, wiping her tears. She turned her gaze to him.

"You're gonna be alright, baby. I promise." he comforted, and her breathe seemed to be slower and slower. Pomfrey peeked from the window from her office, and smiled at the sight. She knew you wanted to attend because of him. She smiled, knowing her niece is in good hands.

Pomfrey went out her office empty-handed. "I see you already took medicine?" She told Y/n— who has now calmed down— gesturing to Riddle. Y/n blushed madly, as Tom stood from his knelt position. "I suggest you rest." She nodded and laid down, and sent a smile to Riddle who had his hands in his pockets, turning to leave. Once he left, Pomfrey was arranging the basic medicines on the bedside table and said, "I remember you telling your mother 'I will never have a boyfriend. I am a strong and independent woman'," she imitated with a childlike voice. "—back when you were eight."

Y/N chuckled, and felt her eyelids began to feel heavy. She closed her eyes and slept with a smile.