Tom Riddle and the Pureblood Prince
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Adult +
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47
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A Nasty Incident 3
Note: Sorry I keep abandoning this story. I will write it all one day, it's just I had other projects consuming me. But now that I'm not writing any other piece with Voldemort having a huge role - I am wanting to return to him. I think I will with this story.
Please review. I know it's not much. I plan to finish this chapter within the next few days.
Continuation of….
Chapter Twenty-Three: A Nasty Incident
A little while later, four boys of the secret Dark Order were passing the Great Hall. Avery went to one side to stand guard, and Jugson the other.
Meanwhile, Orion Black and Rosier were in front of the closed doors of the deserted Great Hall. Each of them took a deep nervous breath and then braced themselves to do exactly what their gang leader instructed. In whirls out of their pockets came little vials of blood. It was some of their own blood stored from their initiation ceremonies.
They dumped it on each of the double doors, and with their wands the trickling drops appeared before the huge doors, formed into little streamers, until words appeared in blood. The enchanted words along the passage in front of the Great Hall read, “The Mudblood Brats Are Alive…But in Pain.”
Once Rosier had finished writing it, his wand like a quill, he clapped his hands jubiantly.
Jugson almost yelled, “Sluggy! Slughorns coming!”
But it was too late, Slughorn had already turned the corner and was mere feet away from Jugson, and only several yards away from the other boys. He had not heard Jugson’s hoarse whisper of a warning.
“Jugson, Avery….What are you up to my boys?” he said grandly, clearly in a good mood in anticipation of the Halloween celebration.
Quick on the uptake, Rosier said dryly, “Nothing at all, sir. We only wondered why that message-“
But Rosier stopped short as Slughorn exclaimed in a boom: “Merlin’s Beard! What has happened?!…’The Mudblood Brats Are Alive But In Pain’? Are Mudbloods, excuse me… students gone missing?”
“We don’t know what happened either,” said Rosier slowly and acting convincing enough for his capability at deception.
Slughorn turned to Rosier and said with an edge, “I can see you may have something to do with this. Furthermore, I am a fairly good Legilimens, don’t you lie to me, Rosier! Come on boys, we’re getting the headmaster.”
“Why must we come with you? We only came down for the feast,” said Orion in a small whiny voice. He was clearly afraid to have Professor Dippet involved.
Slughorn rattled on, trying to take calming breaths. “Because - for the moment you are - suspects…That threat whether empty or real is a serious crime!”
The four boys reluctantly went alongside Slughorn’s rotund frame, passing the giant boar statue and going up the main staircase. There was a noisy disturbance down below, the chattering of hundreds of students filing in from their Hogsmeade visit, and making their way into the Great Hall for the feast.
Jugson was surprised to see Riddle in the front of the crowd. Riddle had used his disillushionment charm, and then appeared amongst the group, making it look like he had stepped out of the carriages. He had nothing to fear, thought Jugson a little resentfully.
“We’re going to miss the food! I’m hungry,” complained Jugson with a peevish glowering look at his teacher. “Can’t this wait until later, sir?”
“No. I’m hungry as well!” yelled Slughorn, an actual rumble emitting from his stomach. “But we can’t just sit around when students are in danger!”
Rosier and Avery nodded sympathetically to Slughorn, trying to feign concern for the thought of missing students.
Please review. I know it's not much. I plan to finish this chapter within the next few days.
Continuation of….
Chapter Twenty-Three: A Nasty Incident
A little while later, four boys of the secret Dark Order were passing the Great Hall. Avery went to one side to stand guard, and Jugson the other.
Meanwhile, Orion Black and Rosier were in front of the closed doors of the deserted Great Hall. Each of them took a deep nervous breath and then braced themselves to do exactly what their gang leader instructed. In whirls out of their pockets came little vials of blood. It was some of their own blood stored from their initiation ceremonies.
They dumped it on each of the double doors, and with their wands the trickling drops appeared before the huge doors, formed into little streamers, until words appeared in blood. The enchanted words along the passage in front of the Great Hall read, “The Mudblood Brats Are Alive…But in Pain.”
Once Rosier had finished writing it, his wand like a quill, he clapped his hands jubiantly.
Jugson almost yelled, “Sluggy! Slughorns coming!”
But it was too late, Slughorn had already turned the corner and was mere feet away from Jugson, and only several yards away from the other boys. He had not heard Jugson’s hoarse whisper of a warning.
“Jugson, Avery….What are you up to my boys?” he said grandly, clearly in a good mood in anticipation of the Halloween celebration.
Quick on the uptake, Rosier said dryly, “Nothing at all, sir. We only wondered why that message-“
But Rosier stopped short as Slughorn exclaimed in a boom: “Merlin’s Beard! What has happened?!…’The Mudblood Brats Are Alive But In Pain’? Are Mudbloods, excuse me… students gone missing?”
“We don’t know what happened either,” said Rosier slowly and acting convincing enough for his capability at deception.
Slughorn turned to Rosier and said with an edge, “I can see you may have something to do with this. Furthermore, I am a fairly good Legilimens, don’t you lie to me, Rosier! Come on boys, we’re getting the headmaster.”
“Why must we come with you? We only came down for the feast,” said Orion in a small whiny voice. He was clearly afraid to have Professor Dippet involved.
Slughorn rattled on, trying to take calming breaths. “Because - for the moment you are - suspects…That threat whether empty or real is a serious crime!”
The four boys reluctantly went alongside Slughorn’s rotund frame, passing the giant boar statue and going up the main staircase. There was a noisy disturbance down below, the chattering of hundreds of students filing in from their Hogsmeade visit, and making their way into the Great Hall for the feast.
Jugson was surprised to see Riddle in the front of the crowd. Riddle had used his disillushionment charm, and then appeared amongst the group, making it look like he had stepped out of the carriages. He had nothing to fear, thought Jugson a little resentfully.
“We’re going to miss the food! I’m hungry,” complained Jugson with a peevish glowering look at his teacher. “Can’t this wait until later, sir?”
“No. I’m hungry as well!” yelled Slughorn, an actual rumble emitting from his stomach. “But we can’t just sit around when students are in danger!”
Rosier and Avery nodded sympathetically to Slughorn, trying to feign concern for the thought of missing students.