Bad Romance

Deep, Dark, Evil

-From your POV-

Once I knew Violet was out of harms way, I was ready to unleash hell. I used my charms to command Smaug around and soon, the giant flying reptile was sailing straight for the Basilisk.

Smaug roared out giant red and orange flames that greatly seared the scales of the Basilisk, causing it to let out a loud shriek and hiss back. Tom quickly noticed this and turned his attention towards me. The white light was gone, but his eyes were no longer the soft shade of brown that I had grown so familiar with over the years, they were now a frightening and deadly white and I saw no speck of remorse or ability to love behind them. I didn't have time for this staring contest, I had snakes to kill.

I turned my attention back to the fight going on between Smaug and the Basilisk now, and saw that the Basilisk was now in the Hufflepuff section, crashing it's large body down, trapping many people underneath in the process. By now, the stands were frantic of people trying to escape.

I gave Smaug one swift command and with it, the giant beast gave one deep scratch to the face of the Basilisk, blinding it again. The Basilisk, now completely blind, was thrashing around, still harming and killing anyone in it's path of destruction. I felt a hard grip on me and was met with the face of an enraged Tom who did not look like someone who loved me, but someone who loathed me.

"WHAT are you doing, Y/n?!" he hissed out.

"Doing what I failed to do all those years ago, Tom." I say. His grip from my shoulder moves to my jawline, high up my neck so a few fingers were around my neck and the rest were squeezing my face. It was uncomfortable and scary, but I was just hoping Violet could not see this. No child should have to see their parents like this.

"Don't. Call me... that." He hisses out. I'm struggling to breathe but I manage to push out a few words.

"Then who are you??" I choke out. With his free hand, he pulls out his wand and magic floating letters of his name appear above his head.

TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

He then waves his wand and the letters begin rearranging themselves.

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT

He watches angrily as my eyes pass over the letters. Neither of us have any idea what is happening between the Basilisk and Smaug right now, we're too focused on this. But then something over my shoulder catches his eye and his grip on me drops some.

I turn and see that Draco is now standing and trying to help Violet get out of here, Draco has the dark clouds over him to protect him from the Basilisk, but Violet does not. Tom-- Lord, walks over slowly and watches as he puts two and two together of what's happening.

I was a heap on the ground, trying to regain the strength that he nearly choked out of me. "Violet, my dear." He starts off. Violet is shaking and afraid and Draco watches nervously, the other child somewhere nearby them. "You should've been under the protectorate spell." He points out.

"What are you talking about?!" Violet cries out.

"The Basilisk, you should've felt it's presence." he says softly. His tone gradually becomes agitated and inclined. "Unless, perhaps, you are not the true heir of Slytherin." he says sharply. He is now standing face to face with her, crouched down so they are eye-level and it's clear he's scaring her. He has one hand on her shoulder. "Violet, can you speak Parseltongue?" he asks her gently. Tears roll down her face as she barely manages to push out any words. Her lack of response tells him everything he needs to know. His face twists into a mean scowl and snaps in my direction. "HOW LONG??" he shouts out, standing up and storming over in my direction. "How long have you known this is not my child ??" he hisses out, still walking in my direction. By now, I've mustered up enough ability to stand to my feet.