Tom Riddle and the Pureblood Prince

All I can guarantee is that I can finish Part Two in my lifetime. This is obviously the middle of part Two. There is Part 3 (the Seventh year) but the plot isn’t nearly as compelling, which is why I am reluctant to progress. Hopefully, I’ll have more ideas for Part 3. If you have any hopes or suggestions for this story, I’d love to hear them. I apologize and understand completely if you lose interest in the story.


Chapter Seven: New Year’s Eve Ball

After a fortnight the Amortentia was potent. Eileen felt sure that the potion was efficacious. But lacking of confidence that he would actually take it unwittingly was her problem. If she got caught…. She’d never succeed in doing this again.

Then she remembered hearing a rumor. Within the sanctum of the Dark Order followers were discussing the hints Riddle dropped of himself undergoing a transformation. But nobody understood what this transformation actually meant. Of course it was the horcruxes, as by now Voldemort had already created two of them.

It was dinnertime and Eileen still had not drawn the courage to slip the Amortentia. Tom Riddle was paying her no mind. And here she was, sitting right across from him with the perfect opportunity presenting itself.

Perhaps she should use a Confundus Charm? Who was she kidding? She could never use that on Lord Voldemort, and she was too terrified to even contemplate it.

“Confundus…Confundus…” Eileen murmured under her breath with her wand hidden in the folds of her robes. But it was not onto Riddle that she directed these spells. Instead it was to the students in their immediate surroundings.

Now she had several people confused and luckily Riddle wasn’t talking to anybody this evening. Nobody would notice if she took his goblet. But then again, he was sitting there right in front of her. She couldn’t just swipe his flagon full of pumpkin juice and not expect a complaint.

Most fortuitously, Riddle rifled through the dragon-hide briefcase he owned, evidently searching for something. Eileen’s heart rate jumped. This was the only chance she might get for weeks.

In her determination her hands shook whilst producing a Wandless summoning charm. His goblet dangled precariously over the table, where it hovered silently. And what was better, Tom had not noticed!

Grabbing the golden cup, she took the liberty to pour the potion from the phial, into the goblet. Mother of pearl, pink-sheened liquid streamed in and mixed with the orange until the pink potion hid so that it looked like regular Pumpkin juice.

Eileen sighed with relief, withdrawing her hands from the table and resting them placidly in her lap. But her heart pounded. Riddle was like a shark, which can detect an erratic heartbeat for miles. And right now, those unusually keen instincts knew something was amiss.

He looked up sharply from his neatly labeled Astronomy charts. Eileen held her breath, but outwardly her exterior conveyed no apprehensions. She kept her pale face blank, a calm persona.

Riddle’s nostrils flared as if he was really a snake smelling fear. And Eileen watched the dark eyes rove in his head, quickly scanning the territory.

And Riddle went back to his dinner and attacked his meal with unusual gusto. It appeared to Eileen that Riddle had not noticed a thing!

She watched him place his hand over the goblet. And yet it was the unseen things that Eileen was oblivious to.

She watched Riddle cup his alabaster, smooth hand around the goblet. Boredly tracing the rim, he pretended to be mulishly fixated on a private thought.

Eileen was still watching and it seemed definite that within moments he’d be sipping the Amortentia spiked Pumpkin juice! Yet in actuality Riddle just conjured a Wandless Vanishing charm, and every last drop of the contents disappeared.

He was left now with an empty goblet. But no matter. He simply used the Charm to materialize some more pumpkin juice from the jug to his goblet.

And next, Riddle made a great show of drinking. He downed his new Pumpkin Juice in one gulp and smacked his full lips.

Eileen grew more and more astounded as she watched Riddle’s reaction. If only she knew he was acting, and that there would be no reaction.

“How do you feel, Tom? You – er - You don’t look yourself this evening.”

Eileen thought she sounded convincing, as she tried to avoid his eyes, knowing he could do Legilimency.

Riddle continued to play it up. “Nothing special. Same. As ever.”

And he watched Eileen’s face go from excitement to great disappointment. Riddle beamed. It was a wide smile. He was mildly amused by her ignorance and was amused this hurt her.

Eileen frowned back, looking strange. Was the Amortentia actually working? Probably not. She saw none of the expected symptoms. And Eileen was no fool; she was privy to this knowledge, after all her father was the best Healer in the country.

That day Eileen became more frightened by her findings, and the repercussions of what it all meant to her relationship with Tom Riddle. Why hadn’t he reacted to her last resort, especially it being the most powerful love potion in the world? She pondered the news circulating within the Dark Order. Their gang leader told one of them about a recent transformation. Eileen thought this must be the reason there was no reaction. She promised herself to go searching the library for clues.


NOTE: Sorry it’s been awhile. But the mechanics of this love-potion ploy was hard to figure out. And yes, Eileen will learn some of the truth. Soon, I will explain HOW Riddle knew Eileen had slipped him a love-potion. It really isn’t that hard to explain. And just to let you know, in my opinion if Voldemort at any age was given a love-potion, he would not feel love. Only obsession and infatuation. If he had drunk this, things would actually be much worse for poor Eileen. So be happy he didn’t take it.