Tom Riddle and the Pureblood Prince

Kanashii: Thanks for your review. I am definitely going to update again. And I am going to go read one of your stories I see about Voldemort now. This story will become a higher rating later...Basically because it shows Tobias and Eileen's relationship, and her giving birth to Snape! Not for awhile though. Anyway, I do have other stories on here about Voldemort if you're interested, even darker than this. I mean really dark, like Riddle the Ripper.

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And also to sjauthor. Hope you're glad I am continuing.


Contination of Chapter Five: A Nasty Incident


Mulciber and Riddle did not speak to each other at all, after descending the hundreds of steps, and then into a dark, ravine like valley through the secret passage between Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. But a few minutes later Eileen and Orion came hurtling towards them in the dark, Orion with a large parcel.

They stopped running when they caught up to the two walking. Eileen clutching a stitch at her side.

Mulciber and Riddle came to back to the center of the passage under the one-eyed witch, at the place where Riddle had his secret work-station for his own private experiments.

Macnair was beside Avery on the ledge in front of the ramp that led down from the statue’s hump.

For the next several minutes, they waited continuously casting spells over the trap door. Riddle and the others meanwhile, were busy getting ready the ingredients.

Eileen and Orion Black, returned, each carrying large sacks of candy.

“Homenum revelio!,” tried Macnair. A human presence, directly above the statue was detected.

‘They’re here…I think,” said Macnair.

Riddle said, “Go and greet them…Give them the candy to show for it, just as it was promised.”

Orion threw up his sack of candy towards the ledge and Avery caught it smartly.

They opened up the trap door, and climbed up the ladder.

“Dissendium,” muttered Avery. And then the back of the witch was opened. Two small, peaky faces peered into it, curiously.

“Come on…We have the Halloween candy to share with you,” said Walden Macnair, in a very convincing voice.

In filed, one by one a bunch of first year students. Gryffindor, Michael Adder’s innocent care-free smile, followed by a braided little girl, Mary Yardley, a Slytherin. Then the straw-coloured hair of Timothy Johnson, a Hufflepuff. And finally, the slightly suspicious look of Ciceron Harkiss a Ravenclaw. Although each was from a different house, what each of them had in common was that they were Muggle-borns.

“Help yourself, eat as much as the Honeydukes candy you want,” said Riddle.

The First years assented, and with giddiness tore at the bags of candy, gobbling down the sweets. They seemed exuberant and oblivious to the other activity going on around them. Instead of watching what the Dark Order was doing, they chattered away, only giving half glances at the followers.

Riddle, Rookwood and Eileen and Rabastan Lestrange were chopping roots on several cutting boards with the flat side of their daggers.

Then the other followers gathered around, watching as they dumped the sopophorous beans into the lit cauldrons, full of boiling water.

Next, the four in charge of brewing the Draught of the Living Dead, stirred the contents of the potions meticulously, while simultaneously adding more ingredients. Within a few minutes, a bluish steam was engulfing the candle-lit cavern.

“Lestrange, hurry up and do it right or don’t do it at all,” murmured Rookwood nervously under his breath, as he saw his partner was working slowly and Riddle was finished.

“In order for the experiment to work, we’re going to leave it in the half-way stage marker….We don’t wish to permanently incapacitate,” whispered Riddle.

Mary Yardley was giggling loudly, pointing her index finger at Michael Adders, whose mouth was smoking from one of the candies he was chewing.

And then another minute passed, and all four of the potions was at the halfway stage, simmering inside four silver cauldrons, each a smooth currant black mixture.

Riddle went over to another area of his workstation and got out several bottles. Next, Eileen, Riddle and Rookwood, and Rabastan Lestrange, poured each potion into the bottles.

“So, kiddos,” said Mulciber with an attempt at geniality. “Do you feel a tummy ache coming on?”

Mary Yardley and Ciceron Harkiss smirked a little, but the Hufflepuff, Timothy Johnson was more trusting. Timothy smiled and said, “Maybe, in a little while. I could get a stomach ache, eating all this candy.”

“Well, we have a potion here to counteract stomach ailments,” said Riddle with definitive simplicity, like he was some kind of healer at St. Mungo’s.

“How come YOUR not taking the potion?,” demanded Ciceron, his brows scrunching up apprehensively.

“Did you see us eating the Honeydukes sweets?,” bellowed Jugson, a bit too condescendingly. And Jugson lunged at the small, skinny frame of Ciceron Harkiss, who cowered back against the wall at this threat.

“I am very full,” commented Mary Yardley, stiffly, hands on her stomach. “Give it to me,” she finished.

Riddle’s face contorted into some form of an ugly secret smile and he gave the bottle of the potion at the half-way stage of the Draught of the Living Dead.

“Thanks,” Mary said to Tom, and she drank from it hungrily, like a baby to a bottle. The followers threw the other bottles into the First years’ hands, demanding and bullying them to drink.

Within minutes, the First Years were lolling on the ground, drowsiness setting in. The blue steam engulfing the cavern was subsiding, and the First Years were all lying out on the earthen mounded floor.

“Ah, the half-way stage…Artificial death…One day I will have a real army and one of my legions will be of the dead. I shall amass an army of Inferi just like Gellert Grindelwald!” said Riddle sounding enthused.

Without instruction from Riddle, the husky form of Mulciber strode forward and quipped at one of the children inert on the dirt ground of the cavern, “Imperio!”

A look like that of a blank slate came across the Gryffindor, Michael Adders.

Riddle hissed, his face ablaze with excitement, nostrils flaring, “Imperiuse our subjects….Force them to pretend they’re dead!”

“Come on, Prince,” nudged Mulciber rudely. Eileen looked to her right where Mulciber still had his wand raised at Adders, a look of cruel humor on the future Death Eater’s face.

“Er…I don’t know if I should,” said Eileen indecisively.

She watched Riddle go for the one and only girl who had been taken, Mary Yardley, the Slytherin Mudblood. Riddle did not even speak but suddenly the girl looked as lifeless as a porcelain doll with two braids. She was so Imperiused and sedated, that she looked like she belonged in her coffin already. Anybody would have thought them all dead.

Riddle smiled and said “Crucio!,” as he watched the effect of the torture curse on an unaware being with fascination. Mary Yardley just curled up into a ball, wriggling. She did not have the ability to scream.

“Come on, Eileen...Pick a victim to play with,” he added with amusement .

The other followers came around, standing to observe in a circle. They looked at Mucliber, Eileen, and Riddle in the center, with the four immobilized eleven to twelve year olds.

Eileen smiled widely at Tom, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was still watching Mary Yardley’s reaction to the potion and the curse’s combined effect.

Still smiling, she said with blind obedience, “Yes, Tom.”

She waved her wand at Timothy Johnson, the blonde-haired Hufflepuff boy. “Imperio! Imperio!,” she yelled. She felt a tingling sensation in her brain, as she concentrated on ordering the boy to believe he was dead. And then she felt the thought stem from her brain, to a vein in her arm, and into her hand. Once the sensation got to her wand, she knew she had succeeded. She felt exhilarated. It was a high controlling someone else.

Soon, the twelve disciples of the Dark Lord had Imperiused the other two victims, and they spent several minutes Crucioing them out of pure pleasure. Augustus Rookwood, Mulciber, Walden Macnair, Avery, Rabastan Lestrange, Orion Black, Isaac Nott, Rosier, Rodolphus Lestrange, Avaron Jugson, and Antonin Dolohov and Eileen Prince.

The young Voldemort rose from where he had been Crucioing and levitating Ciceron Harkiss at the same time, and then he dropped him carelessly back into the dirt, the boy’s robes sinking into the dank shadows.

Riddle surmised, “This magic when fully incorporated, makes it impossible to recognize the bodies of our victims. We shall keep this in mind for the future, or I shall. It appears the first leg of the operation is successful…Now-“

And everyone looked at Riddle, expressions rapt.

But Voldemort seemed to have forgotten about everything for a moment. He was looking around the cavern, his dark eyes glinting, lost in thought. He was thinking about the cave he’d explored as a ten year-old. It would be a good place to store his future Inferi Army.

“Now – You know the routine,” he said plaintively. “Remove your last spell performed with an acceptable one and we leave the hostages to go to the feast.”

They all raised their wands and performed a simple spell to erase their prior Unforgiveables just performed. Then they filed up the ladder, Riddle going last a minute later. He did not even glance at the four unconscious children, now held in captivity under the statue of the one-eyed witch.