30 - M U R D E R E R

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"don't worry, he's in my control"






I felt my body gradually drop to a hard surface, making my balance quite dizzy. Once we landed I fell on top of Tom,  from the lack of embarrassment I instantly got up. "where are we? where did you bring me?"

He looked into my eyes frowning as he got up. "You asked for answers, I'm giving you it, follow me." He strode, walking towards the deep dark tunnels.

I didn't say a word back, I asked for answers of course, why would he give them to me this easily?

His footsteps slowed down when we entered somewhere unfamiliar, filled with statues of snakes and water almost flooding the place.

His footsteps slowed down when we entered somewhere unfamiliar, filled with statues of snakes and water almost flooding the place

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I was creeped out definitely. Why did he bring me here? What does this mean?

My eyes widen when I realized there was another presence in the room. It was a student from Hogwarts, looking completely lifeless on the floor.

"Riddle what is this?" I shudder not making eye contact.

"answers." He replied

"This isn't answers!" I ran to the body, trying to find a pulse.

"is this your work? have you...did you murder those missing kids?"

I was particularly terrified.




Tom said nothing but nod his head yes.

My breathing was fast at this point.
"you said you'll tell me answers...this isn't answers. why aren't you talking? this makes no sense at all!"


"ever read about the chamber of secrets?"

What was he trying to say?

Remembering all the times in the library I visited, there was books about the chamber of secrets.

I surprisingly remember.



The Chamber of Secrets was created under the Dungeons of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry during Medieval times by Salazar Slytherin, who disagreed with the other Hogwarts founders on the merits of Blood Purity. The Chamber of Secrets was home to an ancient Basilisk, which, only can be controlled by the Heir of Slytherin. According to legend, it was intended to be used to purge the area of Muggle-born students.
No teachers or staff members in Hogwarts found any sort of chamber inside the school.




"this is the chamber of secrets." I breathed.
"This was what you've been hiding, why?"


"I have a plan, you see y/n, to make me.....powerful."

"I don't understand. How did you kill these students? Why in here? Why do you want to be powerful?" I went on.

Again, he didn't reply.

Out of a sudden, he went towards the middle of the hall, ignoring the dead student on the floor.

He whispered something

It wasn't english



Parseltongue

language of serpents (as well as other magical serpentine creatures, like the Runespoor and Basilisk) and those who can converse with them. An individual who can speak Parseltongue is known as a Parselmouth.








when he stopped, a noise of something opening creeped around our surroundings, and a giant
Basilisk
peered through the floor, slithering his way towards Tom





"oh my god" I screeched.



"don't worry, he's in my control."





It took me a second to find out.









"You. You're the Heir of Slytherin"













"Took you long enough." Tom motioned the hideous snake to go back inside as Riddle's head darted towards me.

He grabbed my neck with one of his hands, held his wand against my chin and glaring at me.

"i can kill you, you know."

"don't go blabbing to one of the professors like you tried last time, it won't end well now."










He loosened his grip and let go.

"please get me out of here" I begged, almost traumatized on what I just have seen.

"Pleasure." He smiled.











fucking psychopath.

What is he actually planning to do getting power? He's a murderer.


I slept multiple times with a murderer


Tom Marvolo Riddle just admitted he killed someone in front of me







how am I supposed to stay calm in situations like these

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