Bad Romance

Deatheaters

-From your POV-

I sat with my head in Tom's lap, laying on my bed, as he read to me. He was in the middle of some chapter about wizards and witches transforming into alternate forms; clouds, ghost-like apparitions, animals, etc.. It was actually quite interesting, but my eyes were closed and I was breathing softly. I guess because of this, he assumed I was sleeping, causing him to read aloud still but in a tone just barely above a whisper. I could still make out what he was saying and I thought it was cute, so I let him keep thinking I was sleeping.

"When a sorcerer becomes skilled enough in the dark arts, they can transfer their soul's energy into multiple forms for short periods of time. This task is very difficult to perform, and can only be achieved by sorcerers who have dabbled in horcruxes, as their souls are already divided." he reads out. "Well, thank you to the Jenkins for creating three extra horcruxes." he says softly. WHAT? DID HE JUST SAY WHAT I THINK HE DID?

Did he... No, no way. They practically took him in. He wouldn't do that to them.

....

Yes he would. He's Tom Riddle. Tom-fucking-Riddle. I'm surprised he's spared ME, this long.

I didn't wake up- or at least pretend to- I just slightly shifted around in his lap. I heard him close the book and put it down before stroking my hair with one hand, calming me down and making me feel more tired, actually. His breaths were soft and long, almost like he was hesitating.

"My Y/n. I cannot wait to show you all that I've planned and prepared." he starts saying in a soft and low tone. "I made a promise a long long time ago, and I'm a solid believer in promises. Oh, we're going to be so powerful. And clear the world of filthy blood." he grits out in a more serious, but still low, voice. I was going to pretend to wake up then,but I actually fell myself being lulled to sleep by his hand in my hair and his voice.

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-From Tom's POV-

About five weeks had gone by now and Y/n's dad was finally letting her out of the house; I didn't mind the time that she was on rest though if I'm being honest. It's not that I liked her being injured, it's that I would go to her house and read books about the dark arts to her and she'd fall asleep and then I'd go back to the Underground where I was growing increasingly popular.

The Underground was a nickname for a tavern near Hogsmeade that a lot of 'unsavory' characters hung out; half of them were just nasty old drunks and the other half were high class wizards who were quite snobby. Among both groups, I had gained a lot of popularity. They called me their Prince and frequently toasted to whatever I said. I found myself speaking on my disgust of Muggles, and to my surprise a lot of the wizards in there shared that disgust.

In that time, I had began growing a small circle of a few fanatical wizards who seemed very invested in what I said about muggles and we'd meet at the Jenkins Mansion; the word gradually spread and within the five weeks, I had gained a little under 100 members who all followed every word I said and shared the same beliefs as me. The power felt amazing. I had not told Y/n yet, but I planned to- as soon as I dealt with something first.

"You." I point at a middle aged man who was in the mansion, and point to an area near the front entrance. "Stand right there. Don't make a single noise." I demand and he follows. I quickly walk around and make sure everyone was in place as Nagini (who has grown much much larger by now; she went from the size of a Milk snake to the size of a Burmese Python) slithered on the ground around my feet. "Everyone be quiet. They'll be home at any minute." I demand.

A few minutes later, the front door clicks open and in walks Christopher and Henry. A handful of my followers instantly take them into their grasps and cover their mouths and hold them so they are facing me. "Don't freak out. I have some bad news." I say in a calm but firm tone.

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"So, it was some drunken Mudblood hoodlums who killed them??" Christopher choked out. Henry was fully engulfed in tears, sobbing widely and hysterically. I nod, my face expressionless.

"They haven't been caught yet; I tried to chase after them, but they used a spell that tied my shoelaces together tripping me." I lie. Single tears fall from his eyes. "But my brother, this is why my people are here. We are going to do something about those Mudbloods and Muggles. They serve nothing but pestulance to the world, and so often to they get away with hasty crimes because the Ministry tries to show they don't have a bias towards them, when really they have bias towards our kind for being so established." I explain to him. I watch slowly as the pain and sorrow in his eyes grows and morphs into anger. "All you have to do is join us, and I will see to it that their killers are found and brought to their merciless justice." I say to him. He turns to Henry.

"For vengeance." he says, before turning back to me and nodding. I give a single nod of agreement and then stand to my feet, in the middle of the kitchen that has all my followers standing among the edges.

"My dearest subjects, it is time that you be rewarded and marked for your loyalty. I present each of you, with a cloak." I say, waving my wand around, sending new black cloaks in front of each of them. They excitedly grab it and examine it in their hands. The upper right breast side has a dark green emblem on it. It's a skull with a snake coming out of the mouth. "From here on, you will be known as Deatheaters. If you continue to do what I say, you will be handsomely rewarded. Now, cloaks on." I say. They all begin rushing to put the cloaks on except for one of the older drunks who was part of the club.

"We've been following you for weeks now and you've failed to show us any of your 'powers'. Why follow you??" he asks critically.

"You would like to see my powers?" I ask and he nods. I wave my hand, motioning him to come to me. "Come here so I can demonstrate for the lot." I say. He hesitates and then struts up to me with lots of sass. "May I see your forearm?" I ask politely. He obliges, exposing his forearm to me. I do a quick spell, searing the skull with the snake emblem from the cloak into his arm like tattoo. He only winces slightly as the rest of the crowd waits in anticipation.

"That proved nothing. You're just a fraud!"he says.

"Mmm. Is that so?" I ask. Before I let him respond, I flick my wand and the man falls to the floor, clutching at his heart and then at the tattoo on his arm. I look up to the rest of the crowd who is watching with wide eyes as he dies. "I didn't want to do that, but he left me no choice. That, was a dark mark. And anyone who tries to go against me or fails to be loyal and sincere will experience the same fate as he did. Am I understood?" I ask, followed by a solid round of unanimous nods. I smile. "Marvelous. Now, we're done here. I'll reach out to you all when I need you again. That is all." I tell them firmly as they begin quickly leaving the house.

Time to go tell my Y/n.