RIDDLES PROPERTY

chapter 43

"Where've you been?" he questioned Emelia as she sat down at the dining room table.

"I was getting food."

"Don't give me that bullshit, Emelia. I already know he escaped Azkaban."

"Who?" she feigned innocently.

"God damnit! You know who! They say we can't even say his name anymore because of how powerful he is."

"Tom? Tom Riddle? Why, I haven't seen him in so long, Fred. You know this better than anyone."

Ophelia started crying and Fred massaged his temple.

"I need a drink." he said.

He went to the cabinets and rummaged through them to take out some Firewhiskey. She glared at him and got up to get Ophelia. Her screams were echoing throughout their cozy apartment.

"Give her here, Emelia?" he said.

"You're drinking, Fred. I'm not giving her to you."

"Cmon." he grumbled.

She stepped away and he set his glass down. Fred sat down on the couch and sat back, observing her. Ophelia fell asleep after she'd put her pacifier in her mouth.

"I'm sorry." he mumbled.

"Alright."

Fred never knew why she was so straight forward. It angered him that she didn't pry to ask why he was apologizing. Emelia looked at Fred. She couldn't help but to notice him falling asleep. His arms looked so welcoming. She came over to the couch and laid her head on his shoulder and inspected his buff arms. He'd gotten more toned since last year. His features became more defined and he'd grown an inch or two which was a lot since he used to be 6'3".

Suddenly the phone rang. Fred was out like a light so she decided to pick it up.

"Hello, Weasley residence. May I ask who's speaking?"

"You know who it is, Emelia."

"Riddle, stop it!" she whispered. "Don't call this place."

"Whatever. You promised me that I'd see Ophelia. I want to see her today."

"Goodbye, Tom."

"I have your address. I'll simply show up and tell Freddie that you came to visit me."

His voice had a hint of menace in it.

"Piss off. What are you going to say? She's barely a toddler."

"I just want to see her. Be at Borgin and Burke's in Knockturn Alley tomorrow at 3 PM with her."

"Tom, what the fuck. She's a child, I can't bring her to Knockturn Alley."

"I guess I'll just sho-"

"I'll be there!"

She hung up the phone quickly and went to her room after turning off the lights. She left a lamp on for Freds sake. Emelia climbed into bed. She was freezing as the night time got cold. She laid alone in bed as Fred snored away in the living room.

'Fred may not be the best, but I'm not going to cheat on him.'

'Who said you'd be doing anything with Tom?'

'It's Tom, for God's sake. I never know what's going to happen with him.'

'So you admit to being a whore?'

'No! I just...I'm unhappy.'

'Good, you deserve it. You're a horrible person.'

Her thoughts were going back and forward in her head, battling. The visions had stopped for a few months and then started again when Fred started going to work later. It was about 6:20 AM and her eye lids were getting heavy. She drifted off to sleep and dreamt of something peculiar.

"The Dark Lord requires it, Draco."

"He's nearly my age. He's no Dark wizard."

"Draco, watch your tone. You shall do as I say. You're nearing the end of your last year at Hogwarts."

"Well, at this point it's useless going there."

Lucius, his father, hit his staff on the floor and Draco flinched.

"You're dismissed."

Someone entered the room and applauded.

"Well, Lucius. I didn't think you had it in you to take the silver spoon out of his mouth. You may go on your break at 12 PM."

Lucius already looked very exhausted, Emelia nearly pitied the man. She turned and got a better look at the man. It was Tom. He was sitting in the biggest seat.

"It's not good to snoop, love." he murmured and stared straight at her.

Suddenly the images melted away and she saw darkeness.