Ramona Riddle - Dark Lord's daughter (On Hold)

Me and Pansy

CHAPTER 17

''Miss Riddle are you with us?!'' Snape said, mockingly. I felt how Pansy nudged me with her elbow. I winced, looking to Snape. ''Uhm, yes Professor?'' I said with a tired voice. God, my Dark Mark was still burning and for the icing on the cake also my head was hurting like hell. Pansy was looking at me, worried. ''Are you OK, Ram?'' she whispered at me. I shooked my head.

Crap, it's hurting so much!

''Very well, Miss Riddle. Then tell me where we could find a bezoar?'' Snape asked me with a strict tone of voice. Draco on my left was staring at him as he would like to strangle him.

'Good idea, Draco,' I said in his mind.

Draco winced but he was still staring at Snape.

'What idea?'

'To strangle Snape. It's a brilliant idea, you know. I can help you. But after getting rid of this damn headache!'

I saw him smiled a bit. I just wanted to add something about the 'assassination' on Snape when he interrupted my thoughts.

''So, Miss Riddle? Where we can find the...'' Now I interrupted him. I know, it wasn't a good idea but my headache was really starting putting on my nerves. ''Excuse me Professor but I've got a horrible headache. Can I visit Madam Pomfrey?'' I said with a tired voice, full of pain. Snape looked at me very angry. But then he smiled. ''What is the magic word that begans with 'p'?'' he asked me with an evil smile. I sighed. I wasn't in the mood for those jokes. And I had no energy for this. ''Professor, I'm not in the mood for this jokes so can you just let me go to Madam Pomfrey?! My head is hurting like hell and so it is my...'' Snape has relaized what I was going to say so he just waved his hand, saying angrilly: ''Oh, just go, Riddle. Miss Parkinson will tell you what we are going to do during your absence.'' I nodded. ''See you later, guys,'' I whispered to my friends. Then I left the classroom.

God, my head! It is hurting so much! Who knows why...

But then I realized.

'Father!' I yelled in my head.

Nothing.

'FATHER!'

Again nothing.

'TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE, ANSWER ME! NOW!' I shouted, thinking about my father.

'How did you call me?!' He appeared in my mind.

I smiled weakly.

'Father, what are you doing with my subconscious?!'

'...Nothing!' he said a bit too late.

'It is not true! What are you doing? And why is my head hurting like a damn and freaking devil?!'

'I have no idea.'

'Oh, you have! Tell me now, Tom, or I'll...'

He interrupted me.

'DON'T CALL ME LIKE THIS! Crucio!' he yelled in my mind.

I already knew that curses don't work on a mental level but anyway I felt an unbearable pain that flamed in my head.

'Stop it! Pleas stop it!' I screamed with tears in my eyes.

I don't cry. Never.

'I will not stop! Crucio!'

I felt as my head exploded because of the pain.

And than blackness.

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