𝐀 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 ║Tom Riddle ✔ [EDITING]

Chapter Seventeen: Burn Till You Hear Screams

He was almost in love.
She was almost good for him.
He almost stopped her.
She almost waited.
He almost lived.
They almost made it.
― Nikita Gill

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Grindelwald was angry.

He differed from all the textbook pictures he was in back in the future. He had light blond hair, and blue eyes with a thin white mustache and creased wrinkles all around his face. He had an air of arrogance that seeped all around him. Nothing that compared to that of Tom's, of course, but it was still there.

I put my wand back in my hair and raise my hands up. "What are you doing?!" Tom hisses, still angry at me. "You are the one that wanted to bloody duel them." He snaps, making me roll my eyes, shooting my hand out to put a protective enchantment over the shaking child.

"I prefer wandless magic. Faster." I quip, and his face dawns in recognition.

"Bring that shield down, you cowardice boy." Grindelwald taunts and I watch as Tom does the opposite and waves his wand again, strengthening the enchantment even more. My eyes follow the movements of the four other men that rounded us, trapping us in.

"We stay protected under the Protego charm for as long as we can." Tom orders and I nod, raising my own hands and casting my own spell. It burst out of my fingers and strengthened Tom's own spell.

"My spell was fine without your help." He quips, and I send him an annoyed look. He was honestly worse than the screaming child in the corner.

"A child that can do wandless magic." Grindelwald breathes in amazement. "I want that girl too! Capture her!" He yells, pointing at me in barely concealed madness.

"Great, Dumbledore. Now you're a wanted witch. I'd like to say it was a pleasure... but you've been a thorn in my side since day one." Tom snarls.

"Don't do your own wandless magic. They'll want to capture you too." I whisper at him, making him curl a lip at me in distaste.

"ATTACK!" Grindelwald screeches and all at once spells begin to shoot at our defensive shields. I feel my shields being pushed back, and I wince recasting the spell again.