Tom Riddle and the Pureblood Prince

Sjauthor: Thanks for reviewing. I knew you'd like how Eileen is very slowly becoming self-empowered.


Please review! I am going to try to work hard on “Part Two” in the next few months. Expect more updates at least a little more frequently than I've been doing.


Chapter Six: Brewing Amortentia




Tom Riddle did not speak to Eileen for over a month. Everytime Eileen tried to make conversation with him; he flat out ignored her. Soon Eileen had given up, as the mere thought of provoking him was too terrifying for her. In the meantime Tom Riddle had succeeded in creating his very first horcrux with the diary. At the so-called “tender” age of sixteen years, young Tom Riddle was essentially immortal.

It was the middle of December now. Tiny snowflakes were falling from a periwinkle sky before dusk. As the first snow shower of the season, it was truly a magical evening. Inside Slughorn’s office the flecks were flitting past the windowsills in a blur, and dozens of conversations droned on, oblivious to the storm brewing outside.

It seemed the entire Slug-club was there, comprised of over fifty students. Slughorn tipped his wand to his throat to make a very important announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen….Ladies and gentlemen may I have your attention….”

Slughorn waited with a pleasant smile, as the students loitering around his office gradually grew silent.

“Thank-you. I have some very exciting news to break to you all. In less than three weeks Hogwarts will be hosting a New Year’s Eve celebration. It is to be a dance; a ball I believe it is called. All students, that is only the Fifth years and above are invited….”

At this there were some protests of dismay from the younger students of the Potion Master’s exclusive club. “That’s not fair!” screamed a boy. A First-year Slug-Club girl whined, and stamped her foot. “Professor we WANT to go too!”

“I am sorry. I cannot get my special Slug-clubbers passes. Professor Dippet gets the final word in these matters. The Headmaster thinks it should only be open to those studying hard for the major exams. That is either their O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s…..However, by all means if an older student asks you, then you may certainly attend!”

“Now the ball is on New Year’s Eve. A Friday night at six o’clock. We have less than three weeks to go, so all of you should start thinking about your dates!”

At this there was excited chatter amongst everyone. Slughorn slipped back into the crowd, swiping a nice full goblet of Chardonnay from a House-elf.

Rookwood hovered nervously around his master in the far corner. Riddle had retreated back there to stop the sudden onslaught of girls. Girls looking at him hopefully, girl batting their lashes, girls everywhere. Clearly he was one of the best catches in the school. He knew he had better find a date soon for Slughorn’s party, otherwise they were never going to leave him alone.

“My Lord….The boys want to know if we are allowed to go to the ball. And also may we bring dates?”

“Yes,” was all Riddle said.

“Good…Thank-you.” Rookwood was genuinely pleased that his master, who rigidly controlled his activities, along with all the followers could go to the New Year's Eve Ball.

Riddle watched Rookwood hurry back into the fold of the crowd and tell the followers they could go and even bring their girlfriends or else ask someone. He saw Rookwood ask out a tall, heavy Seventh year witch, named Walburga Black. She was certainly Pureblood, and wealthy but not the best looking. It seemed Augustus and Walburga would be going together.

It was a tradition for girls to wait at least awhile before they started asking the boys themselves. So Riddle had been free to think about this himself, without having girls pestering him to take them.

Suddenly Riddle knew exactly who would be the perfect girl to display to the entire school and bolster his own reputation. She wasn’t very beautiful but she was powerful and smart enough, though not necessarily a stellar student.

He saw her mingling with a group by the fireplace, her wire-rimmed glasses flashing, behind them, green eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Well, Peonia….I think I’ll let my hair down for the occasion. I’m even thinking curlers!”

The girls laughed and squealed their delight, complimenting her on how extraordinary her hair would look down instead of in her usual tightly wound styles.

Riddle interrupted the girls, all eyes for the one he wanted. “How do you do, Minerva? Would you like to go to the ball with me?”

All at once Head Girl, Minerva Mcgonagall went quiet, staring at Riddle. She was surprised as were the others, at how confidently Riddle had asked, though it almost came out as aggressive. “No. I don’t think so, Tom. I’m sure you can get somebody else though.”

She turned her back on him, trying to forget he was there. “Are you sure, Minerva? Is this your final word?”

She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “You’re not going to the ball with me. And that’s final,” she said bitterly.

Riddle left her in a hurry. He was disappointed, as she would have been like a trophy on his arm, that girl. None of the other girls in the castle really lived up to a potential like the one that Minerva Mcgonagall had.

Meanwhile the rest of his followers procrastinated, too scared to ask anyone just yet.


NOTE: Okay, so Minerva turned him down. They do have some past history, but I’m afraid I won’t be writing that anytime soon. Anyway, I think it obvious Eileen will go with Tom. I promise.