Tom Riddle and the Pureblood Prince
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
47
Views:
4,503
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
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New Year's Eve Ball 5
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Continuation and final passage of:
Chapter Thirty-seven: New Year’s Eve Ball
It had been rumoured that someone brought billywigs to the New Year’s Eve Ball.
Ruby took a share in the spoils of the party. With a concealed bag she went back to her dorm, and spread it all out on the bedclothes.
Eileen was already there, lying lugubriously in her own bed. Her face was crushed against the pillow. It looked as if she’d been having a hard cry.
“What happened to you?” Ruby asked with minor concern.
Stephanie, sounding jealous rallied, “Yes. Looks to me that you enjoyed yourself with him! I only wish it could’ve been me.”
Ruby tossed aside the drugs and put them on her nightstand instead. It looked like she didn’t want to take them.
“You can have them, if you want Eileen,” she offered nicely. “You sure look like you need a pick me up! Don’t you?”
Eileen was too speechless to answer. But with her puffy black eyes, she tried to convey some thanks in her rueful demeanor.
Stephanie gave the room a final sweeping look. She turned and spoke over her shoulder. “Well, I’m out. To see Tom!”
“Ooh! What for?” gushed Ruby excitedly.
But Eileen’s shrill moan and the fateful words interrupted both of them. “Nooooo…. Stephanie don’t see him anymore! He’ll-He’ll hurt you. Riddle only cares for himself.”
Stephanie laughed hysterically. “He’s a nice guy,” and then waved a hand carelessly. “Never hurt a fly….And you’re not yourself today…So shut-it!”
Eileen didn’t give up. She never knew to possess such bravado until this morning. “I-I care about you! Stephanie listen to me! Please!”
But the girl was gone immediately after Eileen finished. She was already off to see Tom Riddle who probably didn’t really wish to see her anyway.
Ruby who had been unusually kind now gave Eileen a nasty look. Clearly she had not liked what Eileen said to her best friend.
Moments later Eileen was alone again. Conveniently the nightstand was next to Eileen’s bedside also. She reached for the bag. Vivid and sapphire-blue, the billywigs shone luminescent in the morning light, coming from the drawn curtains.
Eileen started on one. With her wand she flicked it awake. The billywig began to spin and fly in circles round Eileen’s head.
Its spin was so languid that even Eileen caught its wings on top of its domed little head easily. She held out her left wrist and allowed the pestilential little creature to sting her wrist like a bee. It was as painful as a needle, only hurting for a second or two.
And then the pleasurable sensations started. She could forget reality and the situation. They were just like the wizard form for LSD.
Next she took two more billywigs and stuck them inside her ear cavities. Her face screwed up and tears stained her face as smoke came out like incense.
She suddenly remembered her real pain and sobbed uncontrollably. And then the unusual high started – a peak in her mood, all from the billywigs.
Eileen laughed with manic fervor. It was a humorless sound, almost insane. This was what Tom Riddle and being apart of the Dark Order drove her to.
Within minutes Eileen lost consciousness and floated to the ceiling. The billywigs, as expected, made her levitate. She would remain up there for several hours. Then later she would come down again.
But Eileen felt like she needed to inject them. She couldn’t stop and soon she’d be up near the ceiling again, in a deep sleep as her head spun wild, yet wonderful dreams. Until the dreams turned ugly. Then she’d be stuck in dark, fearful nightmares.
Eileen didn’t finish the bag until the holidays were almost over. Her roommates did little to stop this activity. They saw it as Eileen’s choice. Furthermore, they didn’t want her company.
And Tom Riddle found out about Eileen Prince, apparently spending the remainder of holidays alone, addicted to billywigs. She’d lain quiescent in the girls’ dorms for days. He and some “friends” from the Dark Order had a hearty laugh upon hearing the tale…..
NOTE: Billywigs exist in canon. Although I made them dangerous drugs here, it doesn't say that. I read about them in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. The next chapter is really good, I promise.
Continuation and final passage of:
Chapter Thirty-seven: New Year’s Eve Ball
It had been rumoured that someone brought billywigs to the New Year’s Eve Ball.
Ruby took a share in the spoils of the party. With a concealed bag she went back to her dorm, and spread it all out on the bedclothes.
Eileen was already there, lying lugubriously in her own bed. Her face was crushed against the pillow. It looked as if she’d been having a hard cry.
“What happened to you?” Ruby asked with minor concern.
Stephanie, sounding jealous rallied, “Yes. Looks to me that you enjoyed yourself with him! I only wish it could’ve been me.”
Ruby tossed aside the drugs and put them on her nightstand instead. It looked like she didn’t want to take them.
“You can have them, if you want Eileen,” she offered nicely. “You sure look like you need a pick me up! Don’t you?”
Eileen was too speechless to answer. But with her puffy black eyes, she tried to convey some thanks in her rueful demeanor.
Stephanie gave the room a final sweeping look. She turned and spoke over her shoulder. “Well, I’m out. To see Tom!”
“Ooh! What for?” gushed Ruby excitedly.
But Eileen’s shrill moan and the fateful words interrupted both of them. “Nooooo…. Stephanie don’t see him anymore! He’ll-He’ll hurt you. Riddle only cares for himself.”
Stephanie laughed hysterically. “He’s a nice guy,” and then waved a hand carelessly. “Never hurt a fly….And you’re not yourself today…So shut-it!”
Eileen didn’t give up. She never knew to possess such bravado until this morning. “I-I care about you! Stephanie listen to me! Please!”
But the girl was gone immediately after Eileen finished. She was already off to see Tom Riddle who probably didn’t really wish to see her anyway.
Ruby who had been unusually kind now gave Eileen a nasty look. Clearly she had not liked what Eileen said to her best friend.
Moments later Eileen was alone again. Conveniently the nightstand was next to Eileen’s bedside also. She reached for the bag. Vivid and sapphire-blue, the billywigs shone luminescent in the morning light, coming from the drawn curtains.
Eileen started on one. With her wand she flicked it awake. The billywig began to spin and fly in circles round Eileen’s head.
Its spin was so languid that even Eileen caught its wings on top of its domed little head easily. She held out her left wrist and allowed the pestilential little creature to sting her wrist like a bee. It was as painful as a needle, only hurting for a second or two.
And then the pleasurable sensations started. She could forget reality and the situation. They were just like the wizard form for LSD.
Next she took two more billywigs and stuck them inside her ear cavities. Her face screwed up and tears stained her face as smoke came out like incense.
She suddenly remembered her real pain and sobbed uncontrollably. And then the unusual high started – a peak in her mood, all from the billywigs.
Eileen laughed with manic fervor. It was a humorless sound, almost insane. This was what Tom Riddle and being apart of the Dark Order drove her to.
Within minutes Eileen lost consciousness and floated to the ceiling. The billywigs, as expected, made her levitate. She would remain up there for several hours. Then later she would come down again.
But Eileen felt like she needed to inject them. She couldn’t stop and soon she’d be up near the ceiling again, in a deep sleep as her head spun wild, yet wonderful dreams. Until the dreams turned ugly. Then she’d be stuck in dark, fearful nightmares.
Eileen didn’t finish the bag until the holidays were almost over. Her roommates did little to stop this activity. They saw it as Eileen’s choice. Furthermore, they didn’t want her company.
And Tom Riddle found out about Eileen Prince, apparently spending the remainder of holidays alone, addicted to billywigs. She’d lain quiescent in the girls’ dorms for days. He and some “friends” from the Dark Order had a hearty laugh upon hearing the tale…..
NOTE: Billywigs exist in canon. Although I made them dangerous drugs here, it doesn't say that. I read about them in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. The next chapter is really good, I promise.