Playing With Snakes △⃒⃘ Tom Riddle

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6th year 1944,
Hogwarts

The reactions of the five Slitherin boys were mixed, but overall it didn't seem like they were too shocked about her joining their club. Maybe Tom had already told them about her? Did they know that they were currently in the beginning of a romantic relationship?

Her eyes darted to Malfoy as she thought about what could happen if he told his parents about her realtionship. Hopefully he will keep his mouth shut, at least until she's gotten the chance to tell her parents about Tom. She just needed to wait for the perfect timing to tell them.

"Why don't you introduce yourself, Marcella?"
Tom asked her, while his hand still rested on her shoulder.
She could have sworn that she heard someone whisper 'he calls her by her first name?'.

"I'm Marcella Moon, I'm a sixth year like you guys and I'm a Ravenclaw as you can probably already tell."
She said, feeling a bit shy and awkward as five pairs of eyes stared af her as if she was an alien.

"We already know who you are, beautiful. But for your information, that there is with the black hair is yes, you guessed it, Black, the brown haired guy there is Not, that's Lestrange, ignore his glare that's just his resting face and last and definitely least the baffoon there is Avery. Of course I don't need an introduction."
Malfoy said with a glint in his eyes that made Marcella even more nervous even though she let out a small giggle at his descriptions.

"Thank you for the unnecessary information Malfoy."
Tom said, as he seemed to be irritated.
"Now that introductions are over, let's get started with new defensive spells. Now who has heard about the blasting curse before?"

Unspurprisingly Marcella was the only one in the group who knew more about the curse than just it's effect. More over, once they started practicing the curse it only took her two tries before she blew the dummy up in a beautiful ball of flames.

As she helped the other five Slytherin guys with practicing the curse on the dummies, Tom watched her carefully. He knew she was smart and had a knack for spells, but even he was surprised at how quickly she learned to use the curse with precision.

He didn't regret his choice to make her a part of his plans and was more than happy to sacrifice some of his precious time to go on a few nitwitted dates to get her to stay with him and his cause.

She sure was book smart, but sure as hell was not smart in the sense of being worldy-wise. She was naive, probably a consequence of a closed-off and strict upbringing.

After an hour of practice, the boys all left and just when Marcella was about to leave, Tom called for her.

"Yes, Tom?"
She answered him as she turned back to face him.

"Those guys, my... friends... all contribute to this club. We actually even have a name, the knights of Walpurgis. Well, they are the knights and I am more of a... leader.
Now you, you are special because you are more than just a knight. Your talents are way above theirs and I want to make sure you use those talents to the fullest. I believe that together we can achieve the impossible."
He said as he got closer towards her.

Marcella was silent as she took in his words. She understood that she was special to him, important to him even, but she didn't really understand why. He meant a lot to her, but she hasn't really gone out enough with him to mean that much to him, right? 

"I would love to contribute to the club- the Knights of Walpurgis."
She said, sounding a bit unsure as she tried to solve the puzzle that is Tom Riddle.

"Good, then let me tell you more about our goals and aspirations. First, let me ask you a question. What are your vieuws on blood purity?"
He said as he carefully began spinning his tale.

"Well, I do come from a Pureblood Family as you know and we do see our blood as sacred. We are after all descendants from great witches and wizards."
She said, just as she has said those same words countless of times before at parties and other occasions when people asked her that same question.

"And what do you think about Muggle borns?"
Tom then asked, spitting out the words like they were a curse.

"Well... I-I uhm, don't really have anything against them?"
Marcella said uncertainly as she carefully analyzed his reaction.

"So you think muggles are good? Maybe even, equal?"

"Yeah, I guess so. At the end of the day we all bleed red blood after all. Pure or not."

"It is obvious that they have instilled a certain image in your mind. One in which they are innocent and deserve to be seen as equals, but let me show you the truth, Marcella, because you deserve to know."
With those words he stepped even closer towards her until he stood directly in front of her.

He put his wand against the side of her head and whispered an incantation and before she knew it an explosion of colors erupted in front of her eyes. She helplessly watched as people -muggles- did the worst things imaginable.

They murdered, polluted, spread hate and it went on and on and on.

Tom watched as her eyes started to fill with tears as she whispered.
"Please, make it stop."

"This what you see is the truth of what muggles really are."

"Please, make it stop."
She begged. In horror she watched as they made things, horrible things. A giant machine. A horrifying explosion. Monsters on wheels. Armies of men. Death. Death. And more death.

"This is what muggles do to each other. Now imagine that those same muggles got magic. And to add to it we are the ones that give them an education, we learn them how to kill with our magic."

"Please Tom, I can't handle this!"
Marcella cried out as she clutched her head while more and more horrifying images played in front of her as if she were right there. Breathing became harder and her heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was going to explode any second now.

After what felt like ages, she felt something touch the side of her head again and all the images left as she collaped on the ground. The images weren't there anymore, but the memories will never be wiped from her mind.

Tears glided freely over her cheeks when she felt soft fingers wipe them away. Tom then lifted her chin up so she looked directly into his eyes.

"I saw all of that first hand. I have seen what monsters they are. Muggles are undeserving of magic and the fact that we are giving them the knowledge to kill with it is unacceptable. Can you imagine what it would be like if they one day decided to turn their backs on us? imagine all those horrible things you saw happening to us?"

The only thing Marcella could do was shiver in fear.

"But don't worry Marcella. We, the Knights of Walpurgis are here. I am here for you, to protect you and bring you to greatess. Will you allow me to protect you?"
He asked her with a soft voice.

With glassy eyes, a red nose and a still shaking frame she aswered him.
"Yes."

And with that answer Tom smirked as he bend down before he kissed her.