Tom Riddle and the Pureblood Prince
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
47
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4,487
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18
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A Nasty Incident
Chapter Five: A Nasty Incident
All the followers had been contacted about how they were going to go about the plans for Halloween. Riddle had meticulously plotted just how to make this serious prank go into motion without anyone getting caught.
So that morning, after breakfast Tom Riddle, Eileen Prince and the rest of the gang and also including many of the other older students were passing the caretaker to get into the carriages.
Riddle waited patiently, as Apollyon Pringle checked his name on the list. Riddle had of course, gotten his guardian Mrs. Cole to sign the permission slip allowing him to visit the village. The poor old matron had been eager to do so, wanting to keep the then thirteen-year-old from hurting the other children as much as she could. Mrs. Cole had only become more terrified of the boy Voldemort as he grew older and thus gladly left him to his own thoughts as much as possible.
The carriages creaked down the road with a gusty wind blowing in from the north. The sky was a pallid, grim blue, not a cloud in the atmosphere. The several dozen or so carriages taking the older students to the village, came to an abrupt halt on the edge of the village.
Orion Black was another member of Riddle’s gang, though less impassioned than the primary followers. His face was currently flushed red. He had looked tense throughout the entire trip from the school. It was obvious to Voldemort that he was aching to say something.
“What is it that you’re just bursting to say, Black?”
Orion’s mouth wobbled stupidly, it was obvious that whatever was on his mind, he was too afraid to say it.
“Just spit it out or I’ll find out through other means. I have my ways, you know.”
Eileen looked to Orion’s quaking frame and she nodded in agreement to Riddle’s casual statement. Her emerald scarf trailed in the wind, as she traipsed behind Riddle decked out in muggle attire today: a v-necked cardigan and long skirt with high-heels. She had wanted to wear something different for Halloween. Opposite to what muggles did on Halloween, Eileen considered this the one day of the year to willingly dress like a muggle for the fun of it.
“Well, the noble and most ancient house of Black is pure-blood… I heard from my sister, Walburga how Alphard had –er offended you. All I ask, is that you forigive my cousin and spare him from this.”
Orion’s pastel blue eyes looked beseechingly into Riddle’s handsome dark ones.
“My lord, please. You can’t-“
Riddle held up a hand to silence Orion as they passed the last of the ginger-house like cottages, coming to the block of stores.
“Rest assured that I have no desire to target pure-bloods, Orion. What a silly misconception of you to think that. I may even have Alphard initiated in the future. He has, afterall shown spirit in daring to be impertinent towards me.”
Orion finally looked convinced, and he breathed a sigh of relief just as Eileen did. They had entered Honeyduke’s Sweet Shoppe. Wafts of the multitudes of treats and candies filled her with comfort. She glimpsed longingly those buying drooble’s best-blowing gum, chocolate frogs and blood-sucking lollipops, and other assorted candies.
Tom Riddle did not even seem to register they were in a candy shoppe. With Orion Black, Eileen Prince, and Mulciber in his wake, he breezed past teenagers milling about the counters, filling bags with the candy they wished to purchase.
The loud chattering of students, and the sheer amount of them clustered around the narrow rowed counters, made it an easy place to slip past unnoticed.
“Do your little part, Orion by getting the candy,” whispered Riddle.
“What? You want me to get you candy?,” Orion exploded with incredulity.
“To lure the children into the passageway. I’m not the one to eat the sweets. Buy it, steal it, whatever suits your fancy. Just bring it to me.” As an afterthought, he sniggered at the idea of asking a follower for such a petty favour as buying candy for Lord Voldemort to consume.
“And you wait here, and back him up if the situation warrants it, Eileen.”
Riddle and Mulciber stalked up towards the front counter. Riddle’s wand was only just visible, poking through his robes as he casted a confundus charm nonverbally over the storekeeper.
The aproned, balding man nodded appreciatively towards Riddle. The two slipped slipped into the back storeroom, the storekeeper only bearing an almost comical acceptance.
Using hover charms, Mucliber and Riddle quickly cleared the boxes in the way of the trapdoor. Once free of that barrier, Riddle waved his wand and the conealed door in the floor opened on its hinges. Mulciber and then Riddle stepped into a dark abyss, racing down hundreds of steps.
(This chapter is to be continued)....Please motivate me to get going again and leave a review....the story only grows steadily darker...and there is something sexual on the horizon.
All the followers had been contacted about how they were going to go about the plans for Halloween. Riddle had meticulously plotted just how to make this serious prank go into motion without anyone getting caught.
So that morning, after breakfast Tom Riddle, Eileen Prince and the rest of the gang and also including many of the other older students were passing the caretaker to get into the carriages.
Riddle waited patiently, as Apollyon Pringle checked his name on the list. Riddle had of course, gotten his guardian Mrs. Cole to sign the permission slip allowing him to visit the village. The poor old matron had been eager to do so, wanting to keep the then thirteen-year-old from hurting the other children as much as she could. Mrs. Cole had only become more terrified of the boy Voldemort as he grew older and thus gladly left him to his own thoughts as much as possible.
The carriages creaked down the road with a gusty wind blowing in from the north. The sky was a pallid, grim blue, not a cloud in the atmosphere. The several dozen or so carriages taking the older students to the village, came to an abrupt halt on the edge of the village.
Orion Black was another member of Riddle’s gang, though less impassioned than the primary followers. His face was currently flushed red. He had looked tense throughout the entire trip from the school. It was obvious to Voldemort that he was aching to say something.
“What is it that you’re just bursting to say, Black?”
Orion’s mouth wobbled stupidly, it was obvious that whatever was on his mind, he was too afraid to say it.
“Just spit it out or I’ll find out through other means. I have my ways, you know.”
Eileen looked to Orion’s quaking frame and she nodded in agreement to Riddle’s casual statement. Her emerald scarf trailed in the wind, as she traipsed behind Riddle decked out in muggle attire today: a v-necked cardigan and long skirt with high-heels. She had wanted to wear something different for Halloween. Opposite to what muggles did on Halloween, Eileen considered this the one day of the year to willingly dress like a muggle for the fun of it.
“Well, the noble and most ancient house of Black is pure-blood… I heard from my sister, Walburga how Alphard had –er offended you. All I ask, is that you forigive my cousin and spare him from this.”
Orion’s pastel blue eyes looked beseechingly into Riddle’s handsome dark ones.
“My lord, please. You can’t-“
Riddle held up a hand to silence Orion as they passed the last of the ginger-house like cottages, coming to the block of stores.
“Rest assured that I have no desire to target pure-bloods, Orion. What a silly misconception of you to think that. I may even have Alphard initiated in the future. He has, afterall shown spirit in daring to be impertinent towards me.”
Orion finally looked convinced, and he breathed a sigh of relief just as Eileen did. They had entered Honeyduke’s Sweet Shoppe. Wafts of the multitudes of treats and candies filled her with comfort. She glimpsed longingly those buying drooble’s best-blowing gum, chocolate frogs and blood-sucking lollipops, and other assorted candies.
Tom Riddle did not even seem to register they were in a candy shoppe. With Orion Black, Eileen Prince, and Mulciber in his wake, he breezed past teenagers milling about the counters, filling bags with the candy they wished to purchase.
The loud chattering of students, and the sheer amount of them clustered around the narrow rowed counters, made it an easy place to slip past unnoticed.
“Do your little part, Orion by getting the candy,” whispered Riddle.
“What? You want me to get you candy?,” Orion exploded with incredulity.
“To lure the children into the passageway. I’m not the one to eat the sweets. Buy it, steal it, whatever suits your fancy. Just bring it to me.” As an afterthought, he sniggered at the idea of asking a follower for such a petty favour as buying candy for Lord Voldemort to consume.
“And you wait here, and back him up if the situation warrants it, Eileen.”
Riddle and Mulciber stalked up towards the front counter. Riddle’s wand was only just visible, poking through his robes as he casted a confundus charm nonverbally over the storekeeper.
The aproned, balding man nodded appreciatively towards Riddle. The two slipped slipped into the back storeroom, the storekeeper only bearing an almost comical acceptance.
Using hover charms, Mucliber and Riddle quickly cleared the boxes in the way of the trapdoor. Once free of that barrier, Riddle waved his wand and the conealed door in the floor opened on its hinges. Mulciber and then Riddle stepped into a dark abyss, racing down hundreds of steps.
(This chapter is to be continued)....Please motivate me to get going again and leave a review....the story only grows steadily darker...and there is something sexual on the horizon.