His Glowing Reputation

Sheherazade: Thanks for reviewing. Riddle is very harsh, and I imagine his sexual activities to get even more imaginative than the cruciatus curse in this fic.


Chapter Eleven: Descent Into Madness


Celeste was still straddled over Riddle’s lap, when he grabbed her hair, arching backwards so that it curved her spine. Shifting his weight, rising and gripping handfuls of Celeste’s dirty-blonde hair, pulling her over to the center between the passage walls.

Her thin frame was thrown back, where she plopped safely. It was an instinctual magical defense from hitting the ground hard. It felt like she was on a bed at the mercy of the dominating wizard, Tom Riddle, whom she was certain was about to rape her. Her hands and feet rested spread-eagled, thankful that at least they were not bound.

Out of nowhere, Riddle decided on retrieving his rape-kit. He said the arcane incantations, once again to open the lid with the eagle and scorpion emblems engraved on it. He took a little test tube out that had a clear potion inside.

He opened the stopper and rapidly put a few drops of the clear, sulphur-like scented potion on his penis once again, so that his sperm would not work during intercourse. At the bottom drawer, was next extracted something so fast it was a silver flash.

Riddle pounced down on top of his victim, Celeste could feel tingling, cool breath creep down her neck, making even her veins shiver. In an instant the tip of a blade was pointing purposefully at the crown of her head, whilst his wand loomed in his other hand.

In her terror, Celeste hicupped, as prevention of full blown hyperventilating. “You’re…there’s only word for it, Riddle. EVIL.”

“Some may call it that. It matters not what I am. Other than the most powerful Dark Lord there will ever be.”

Celeste’s opalescent blue eyes widened in shock. She could not comprehend how a human being could be capable of carelessness at being called evil. Yet she did not know that Tom desired to be the manifestation of the very opposite of a human being through having horcruxes.

Without even a second to think, the wand was pulling what felt like threads out of her skull, to rest on top of her scalp. In an seconds, there were several of them nestled in her hair like cobwebs.

“Wh-what are you d-doing? Please Riddle, don’t stab me with the knife!”

Voldemort laughed high and cold in response to her compunction regarding knives.

“ This knife is more tool than weapon. Although with me those words are interchangeable. Meaning, the Dark Lord’s weapons are to be his tools like my wand is. So I am extracting your memories, Celeste. For your master only wishes to examine something.”

Riddle pressed himself closer into Celeste’s body, seductively as he sneered, “You should be thanking me on bended knee for the privilege to experience such intimacy with me.”

Celeste saw his thick, curved brows, forehead, and eyes glower into her, and then his full lips move closer. His lips an inch from kissing her mouth, when Celeste was surprised by a collision inside her skull, as if she had hit a wall.

Entering the foray of her consciousness seeing the most recent events. Celeste sharing a laugh with her friends in the Ravenclaw common room. Celeste pecking Tom Riddle on the clean-shaven cheek that day they went into the mirror passage. Then it moved forward to the point where she had the ferocity to slap him in the face. Onward he went, jumping through the time and space of Celeste’s point of view until he got as far back as age five, when she had enjoyed wearing a special robe that she had pretended she was little red riding hood in.

Finally he removed himself from Celeste’s private space, although Celeste had not felt violated.

“Where is the darkness? I wish to witness some of your deepest fears and you show me none. But of course, I can…”

“Imperio!” He invaded her mind once more.

Celeste’s eyes had gone blank, and a feeling of docile hazyness shot through her. Tom Riddle, on the other hand felt a surge of power from the nerves of his brain into his arm linked to his wand, once he delivered the curse.

Celeste heard through her ears as if an echo through tunnels, “Show me your deepest fears, Celeste.”

She struggled to obey as she focused on them, but her mind still pondered how. She felt like screaming how to reveal them to the voice. Or was she to act them out? Something slashed and gnawed at her head. Making cuts as it shaved away at her exposed memories and somehow she knew to simply think about them. It wasn’t hard. Not when the gnawing at her skull, made her think of the possibility of it. One of her worst fears was blood and gore. She did not like to think about it at all, but suddenly she was thirteen again, on the day she had confronted her phobia of blood in Defence Against the Dark Arts. She saw a mass of mutilated body parts in a picture when they had been studying Red Caps, the creatures who hung around places where blood had been shed.

Riddle peered into the memory eagerly, as he continued to weave through whilst simultaneously, using his wand as an instrument to pull out memories as if they were going to be placed in a Pensieve and then attacking them with the miniature ornate knife. He did so, in order to make her focus on what he ordained while issuing commands through the Imperius curse.

“Reveal your worst secrets to me,” he ordered his mouth dripping with carnal pleasure. Celeste’s fear had awakened his hunger for what he planned to do with her later.

Automatically Celeste complied with the voice, and she was witnessing in speeded up time one of her most unpleasant memories.

She saw herself plead melodramatically, “It’s not my fault. I had to get out of there or they would have torn me to pieces.”

Her friend, who had listened to Celeste’s words, had eventually come to her aid, and even understanding. But Celeste had to stay with the knowledge that it was all a lie. The truth was that she had deserted them for selfish reasons, just to get herself what she wanted, which was a chance to date Tom Riddle.

She betrayed her friend for personal gain. In return her friends had really just been leftovers to her in comparison to the offers from the Slytherins, who just happened to be members of Riddle’s cult. And her friends had suffered the consequences of the boy’s bullying, while she had went scot-free and what was worse her friends did not even realize that she had betrayed them through the bargain she struck.

And then unexpectedly free of the grasp that had been over her mind for the last several minutes. The Imperius curse was lifted and Riddle was not using Legilimency anymore either. Celeste struggled to open her eyes, but there was foam in them, as well as her mouth and ears. The foam was silverly and neither liquid nor gas. It was replications of her memories that had been forced out through the Imperius curse.

She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles as if she had been crying, and sputtered out the last of the foam from her mouth, and raised her head, which felt like a magnetic rock had been resting on it, sapping Celeste of her will power.

The first thing, frankly the only thing she could see now, was Tom Riddle, a vapor like shadow in the black candlelight. He was smiling, his lips curling, twisted and cruel. He was ready to ravish her.