Tom Riddle and the Pureblood Prince

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Continuation of and final installment of this chapter. I am sorry that I don’t update frequently, but unfortunately my muse is very indolent for this story. Plus, I really don’t have part three or part four figured out.


Chapter Twenty-three: A Nasty Incident


Tom Riddle paced and stalked around the room. Two Slytherins were still in the Common room studying hard for their exams. Eileen watched as Riddle approached them, everything about him conveying authority.

“As a prefect, I must ask you to leave. Professor Slughorn sets the rules for this common room, and one of them is to cease studying past midnight. So to bed. Off you go then.”

The two Fifth years grabbed their books. One of them obsequiously intoning to the Prefect, “Yes, sir.”

Riddle raised his head a bit higher, looking very dignified, and swept past the two students as they scuttled fearfully away, sensing Riddle’s demand for privacy. Riddle remained impassive, by now he was quite accustomed to the deference people regarded him with.

Eileen continued to observe Tom circling the room. "Where are they?” he asked nobody, as if announcing it to the silence pervading the tense atmosphere. He was vexed by their absence. The clock echoed the hours until it had chimed twelve times.

Eileen could not offer a response and so said nothing. She too wondered what happened to her fellow members of the Dark Order. What kind of trouble had they sunk into?

After several minutes of prowling Riddle sat down in a flourish, interlocking his long fingers tightly, hands on the desk. Eileen went to sit beside him.

Until suddenly he spoke again, and Eileen was quite upset, for it implied he didn’t want her here with him. “Why are YOU still here?”

“I- er…..”

He prompted musingly, “Hmmm? Well, your justification?”

Eileen no longer felt giddy from his snogging of her earlier. She was mature and serious. “I thought everything went well tonight. What’s troubling you, My Lord?”

Riddle did not answer at once. Then stated testily, believing it obvious. “Four of my men haven’t returned, Eileen. This is a serious complication. Let’s just say, hypothetically…somehow they confess and manage to stay alive…” Riddle laughed, shakily, but it was a humorless laugh. They couldn’t possibly break their Vows without dying in the process.

Eileen couldn’t seem to bear the suspense either. She burst out tensely, “What on earth is that ring for?!”

His hand shook convulsively but then he was restored to calm again, his hand placidly resting on the table, the black stone ring on his middle finger opaque in the candlelight.

“You will not speak of it again, Eileen and you know better than to interrupt me. This token is of no consequence to you. However, I will let you know that is a very significant symbol of your master’s bloodline.”

Subdued, Eileen hung her head. “Yes, My lord.”

At that very moment, Rosier, Avery, Jugson and Orion Black trooped in. Riddle rose at once to his dominnering height over nearly six foot two, his dark eyes glittering ominously.

“What happened?”

Orion Black gaped up at Riddle, Avery sputtered incoherently. Only Rosier and Jugson were courageous enough to explain themselves. “We were hauled in the Headmaster's office for questioning. Dippet was there with Professor Dumbledore, and our Head of House.”

Riddle’s face drained of colour. Supressing a terrible rage suddenly engulfing him, he asked sleekly, “And what came of it?”

“Nothing, My Lord! We got away. They could not find a trace of evidence leading us to the crime!"

Riddle actually breathed a long sigh of relief. “Good. However, that was much too close a call.”

Stupidly Jugson dared to argue with him.“But it wasn’t our fault. If only Slughorn hadn’t shown up when we smeared the message.”

“And you didn’t think of a Disillushionment charm to hide yourselves with? Excuses are out of the question. This was my operation, afterall. Your Master’s engineering, and it was flawless. By blaming yourselves, you insult my ingenuity!…” At these words their eyes widened with surprise and Riddle went on rhetorically speaking. “There was a way for you to remain unseen! You failed to think….Months, years of training as my protegees. One would think a bit of my talents would rub off on you.”

Riddle was practically spitting with rage. “Next time you will do better! Will you not, Avery, Rosier, Jugson...and you, young Orion?”

Rosier could intuitively sense Voldemort’s imminent punishment coming. “My Lord….Please, I was caned for my mishap-“

Riddle took a step closer to Rosier and leered at him, staring into the boy’s eyes, going over every last detail of Rosier’s memories of the evening through Legilimency. “Be that as it may, it is not an adequate punishment. Yes, it appears you were caned for being suspected of dabbling in the Dark Arts. However, this does not suffice for endangering my plans!”

The foul feeling of guilt pervaded the atmosphere now. Eileen felt skittish and jumped three feet in the air suddenly. There was an almost supernatural wind in the Common room and all the doors slammed, seemingly of their own accord. Then the air in the room charged, becoming dense. It was Riddle’s doing, his wand out, which nobody had noticed in the moments before. He’d cast several powerful spells over the place within seconds.

In the pallor of the dim Common Room, only Riddle’s eyes, two burgundy slits could be seen clearly.

“CRUCIO!”

Eileen backed against the wall, instinctively escaping his terrifying wrath. Soon all four of the apprehended followers were emitting agonizing pleas and screams for mercy. The room was locked, and also a powerful muffling charm against outsiders hearing it.

In the dark, musty yellow light, Riddle knelt down slowly, hovering above them.

“You are forever in service to me. You shall be willing to die for me. A few mere welts from a cane is not sacrifice…In fact, one day all of you shall meet your deaths. You desire to have the stamp of my honor? Do you not? Or would you rather die in vain, and betray your Master, the one who has given you so much knowledge, endowed you with power. I, the one who will restore the greatness of the Pureblood race…. You would not dare seek to abandon me. Yes, what would your families say if you disappointed them like you’ve done to me this evening….”

These were strong words, and the boys did not take them lightly. They glared at each other, in their minds accusing each other of imagined disloyalties. Suddenly, everything seemed to the four followers much worse than it had acutally been. Riddle was cleverly twisting the meaning of the events to suit his own ends and strengthen his cult.

Another moment passed. Then all the followers were dismissed. Riddle remained alone, staring into the dying embers at the fireplace. To Eileen he looked melancholy and perhaps in a way he was.

As quietly as she could she tiptoed up behind him. She put a gentle hand on his shoulder and tried to placate him. “My Lord….You should have had me write the message. I would not have failed you.”

“You do not know what could have been, Eileen. Have you anything else? If not, I suggest you leave me to my thoughts. You are fortunate Lord Voldemort spared you from punishment.” His voice was high and cold. Although he told her this, he knew if he’d noticed Eileen he would not have hesitated to make her suffer.

But Eileen wasn’t done. “Tom. Sorry! I meant My Lord….I can feel your powers and your ascension to greatness! Please, I beg of you….Separate me from the others. Being in the Dark Order has made me strong….I love how you know my every thought. I am not the naïve girl of last year….”

Tom was now listening, truly intrigued by her confession. Eileen had somehow succeeded, however inadvertently in manipulating him. She continued, speaking passionately, “And I know your kisses mean nothing really. I want more!”

“Eileen, you are still nothing but a silly girl. You do not understand what you are asking for….But I warn you. You would not seek pleasure if I subjected you to my….affections.”

“No. You're wrong. I could want it. I understand you now and I am yours. There must be pain if I am to love you. So – please….Let me kiss you a chaste good night at the very least. I can’t bear to retire tonight to only dream of it! Always you are in my dreams...”

Even Eileen was surprised by her increasing boldness. She wrapped herself around him, leaning her head against his broad shoulder. Looking up at his face she saw beads of sweat shining on his high forehead. But he pushed her away, not roughly but just enough to spurn her advances.

Riddle left her, fleeing the scene rapidly and heading towards the coolness and privacy of his dormitory. Eileen called desperately after him, “I need you! Without you I will wither! My Lord, come back!”

But Riddle was gone and Eileen was more puzzled than ever by his behaviour. She was the one all alone now, and lonely for his company. Riddle had somehow put a hole in her heart this Halloween night. Eileen’s brown eyes filled with tears, stung by his coldness. She thought of his plans for his future Inferi army. What if, she thought with inspiration, Riddle would take her if only she was his corpse. And Eileen, manically and almost driven insane was gone in the head by this thought. She was filled with evil, sickening desires for him, even she could not comprehend. To fix the situation she’d have to resort to a desperate remedy…..


NOTE: Finally I am done with this chapter. Please review. Riddle avoided Eileen here because he is afraid of someone he wants real intimacy, emotional intimacy with him. He would never rape Eileen with her knowledge, he knows her too well and she is kind of in his exclusive cult, which excludes her from that treatment.