If You Could See it Through My Eyes (Tom Riddle Fanfiction)

We Buy an Over-Price Box

Tom Riddle

I rolled my eyes walking back to the common room as I overheard yet another conversation about the silly trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow. I had only ever gone to Hogsmeade once; the second trip in third year. I hadn't wanted to go in the first place, but a few of the Slytherin boys manage to convince me it would be worth it. I was, of course, disappointed.

The hallway was dimly lit, torches posted every few yards. Heavy-planked oak doors were stationed to the left of every torch. Most people didn't like these gloomy conditions; but they seemed just fine to me. 

On my left, door creaked open. I turned to see a pale arm sticking out and beckoning to me. I hesitated for a second, then cautiously walked over to the person, gripping my wand with one hand and my book in the other.  At the sound of my footsteps coming closer, the arm disappeared back into the room, then pushed the door opened slightly.  

The moment I stepped into the room, the heavy door snapped shut, enveloping me in darkness. I raised my wand frantically, but before I could utter an incantation, someone slapped it out of my grasp. I felt rough hands push my shoulders and chest backwards, and I tried to swipe the person, or people, away from me, but their arms seemed to be as moveable as the stone walls. Then my back was against the wall, and I couldn't move at all, my feeble attempts to push the rough hands off of my shoulders unfruitful. Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. I was contemplating moving when I felt a sharp poking feeling in my neck. 

The lights flickered on. Roan Bonner was standing there, wand pointed at my neck, his eyes searching mine as if daring me to move. 

I scrunched up my nose. "What are you doing, Bonner?" I glanced around the room. It was a deserted classroom, the only things inside of it were my wand and book laying on the floor near the door. 

"What did you do to her?" he growled.

Frowning, I asked, "To whom?"

"Makena." Bonner released me, but walked over and picked up my wand, stowing it in his pocket. He also picked up my book, and flipped through a few pages. "I've seen her almost cry three times this week. She never cries." He looked up at me. "What did you do?"

I thought about trying to use wandless magic. I hadn't for a very long time, not since I was eleven. "I didn't do anything to her."

"Bull crap." Bonner closed the book with a snap, then sighed. "Look. I know you don't like Muggles. I know you don't like Muggleborns. I know you don't even particularly care for half-bloods. But before you started acting like a jerk, Makena was our little sister. She never understood that you were different here, and that you wouldn't change your views."

I sneered, but guilt welled up inside of me against my will. "What am I supposed to do about it?"

"She's planning on leaving over Christmas break. I want you to make it up to her. At least apologize."

"No. Absolutely not."

Bonner smirked. "I thought you would say that." Pointing his wand at my book, he muttered a few spells under his breath so I couldn't hear. "This is the only book of its kind in the library, yes?"

"What's it to you?" I was sure he had already figured out it was about Dark Magic; that is, if he could read. 

Bonner seemed to have read my thoughts. "Yes, I know what type of book it was, Riddle. I also happen to know that this just happens to be the only book in the library with the curses and counter curses of these types of concealment and protection charms." He opened the book, and with a sinking feeling, I saw that the words had turned into some kind of ancient ruin- a kind I've never seen before.