Monster From Hell | Tom Riddle

three

It's been about an hour since we we're sent off to bed, I laid there, staring at the ceiling. Pansy was fast asleep as usual.

I couldn't seem to get the nightmare out of my mind after Draco mentioned it, most importantly the boy. I felt like there was something about him. Something that made him stand out.

But what? What made him stand out from everyone?  I mean he looks like an average Hogwarts student. He wore the same clothes as most Hogwarts students. He probably took the same classes as everyone else.

Something just seemed off.

I just couldn't sleep, maybe I should go to the common room to take my mind off him

Quietly, I slide the covers off and get out off bed. I walk towards the door on my toes. I twist the door knob and open the door. The door creaks, a small gasp escapes my lips.

I turn over to where Pansy is sleeping. Good, the creak of the door didn't wake her up.

I slowly enter into the hallway and walk down the stairs. The stairs creak quietly, the last stair makes a loud creak. I jump a little bit and sigh when I found out it was just the stair.

I sit on the sofa and stare into the fire, my arms crossing over my chest. The crackling of the fire relaxes me as I lay down on the couch, not taking my eyes off the fire.

...

After a few minutes of staring into the fire and almost falling asleep, I hear footsteps. They felt like they were getting closer every passing second. The footsteps come down the stairs and entered the room.

I stood up and looked behind me. The same boy from earlier was standing there. Only this time in his pajamas. His hair messy unlike last time.

"Did I startle you, darling?" He asks walking over towards the couch. He sits down on the opposite side. He looks at me for a second, "You're the girl that was staring at me earlier."

"You we're looking at me," I clarify.

"That's correct. Sorry if it was a little awkward." He apologizes, I nod my head.

"I've never see you before, who are you?" I asked.

"Tom Riddle, and you are you darling. What's your name?"

"Victoria Larson?" I nod my head slowly, he nods and stares into the fire. The reflection of the fire illuminates his dark eyes.

"What are you doing down here?" He breaks the silence.

"Thinking," I sigh.

"About what?" He says in a whisper voice. His accent was thick, it gave me butterflies.

"Uh, I don't know," I chuckle, "I was just thinking. About a dream that I had earlier today."

"Hm, what was the dream?" He asks lying back into the couch, putting hands on the back of his head.

"Er...It's complicated." I stall.

"You never know, Maybe I'll understand it." He looks at me, the reflection of the fire in his eyes disappear.

"Are you sure you want me to tell you? The dream is pretty intense." I warn him.