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The Head Boy's Secretary
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HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters › Het - Male/Female
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HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
15,202
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I am not making any money and I am not profiting from this story. I do not own Harry Potter or any related things. No money and no profit off of this.
Strange Happenings
Chapter Four: Strange Happenings
The next day Alice stumbled upon something she knew she wasn’t supposed to have seen, and she also knew she had no idea what it meant.
Inside the Restricted Section, she went through the secret entrance to the cloisters, and breezed through the narrow passage that led to Riddle’s study at the end of the hall. As usual, she swung the door open, as Riddle had been keeping it unlocked.
Alice gasped. Tom Riddle was ensconced on the same chair like always, but below his knees three bulky figures huddled. Alice’s gray eyes grew round to see them reach up to actually kiss his hand! In the other hand Riddle was holding a silver chalice. And then Alice saw one by one they kissed a black-stoned ring, salient on Riddle’s left middle finger, where his hand curved over the armrest.
The figures rose from their prostate position and soon enough they were going to see that Alice was standing there and had watched as their backs were turned. She felt a desire to discover who they were. But without a word, they turned to leave. Alice was a bit disappointed because she could see their faces were obstructed by hoods, their heads bowed like in prayer.
Riddle, still sitting watched her gape at his three followers. His eyes were shining, but not because Alice had seen something. It was for the service his followers had done for him. Alice jumped at the door swinging shut with a resounding thud.
Alice now looked to the Head Boy, and saw a strange, pleased expression there on his face. But his eyes gleamed. Was he angered? The unnatural eyes watched her more. At once, as if preventing a beast from being provoked, Alice averted her gaze to the ancient, cracked flagstones.
She wished this awkward moment would end. Her throat was tight with fear and Riddle wasn’t speaking. She regretted coming through the door and promised herself she never would do so again.
The fear was squelching in the pit of her stomach to unbearable proportions. All the while, Riddle looked at her calculating what to say. How extreme should he be? Or should he be kind? It was highly amusing to continue this deception. Alice had never met his real self. Should she have a taste of it? No he would allow her to play a bit longer.
So he swallowed hard, and forced himself not to show irritation at interrupting one of his most vital rituals. It was vital not just for his cult, but also for his soul’s very sustenance. But she could not possibly know this….
He was gentle; he did not blame her, his voice carefully controlled. “Those were friends…We are quite intimate. Just now you witnessed something of immense import. You would do well to understand such things are over your head. I must advise you to forget it, Alice. Do I speak plainly?”
“Yes,” she croaked. She understood him. She’d take this secret to the grave with her.
The awful moment somehow passed like it does on fair-weather days when the clouds shroud the sun for a moment, and then it becomes sunny again. Tom Riddle smiled kindly at her and sounding eager asked, “May I see your homework now Alice?” Riddle had promised he’d do her a little favour, and check her homework for her. Alice was a tad upset when he didn’t mention the idea of checking her homework in the future. Well, it was only fair for his sake.
Soon enough Alice was doing the ministrations for him, the most mundane tasks. She had finally mastered them, and the lack of novelty was boring her. She’d much rather be doing something else, like re-reading her favourite muggle novel, “Dracula.”
Alice decided to watch Tom Riddle work for a bit. A sudden realization hit her. The Head Boy wasn’t all she thought him to be. It was like she was in the room, alone with a stranger. He was not simply a funny, charming boy like she’d thought of him since last week. No. And what she’d saw just now when the wizards kissed his ring. It seemed like routine, or even like a ritual. She wondered what the ring on his finger meant. But she knew she couldn’t ask such a personal question. The Head Boy was enigmatic, and this newly revised opinion on the Head Boy was quite intriguing to Alice.
It got close to half past six, nearly dinner. Together, Alice and Tom were leaving this secret lair, and off to the Great Hall. She knew within moments that they’d be in the outside world of Hogwarts, and they would both go their separate ways until tomorrow. It would never do for a Fourth year Ravenclaw to sit at the Slytherin table, and with of all students, the Head Boy! That was simply not going to happen.
The seconds were slipping by and Alice was burning to know more.
“I wanted to ask you a question about a boy, Tom.”
Riddle barely resisted a sudden movement. He was very surprised by this talk. She may be a good Secretary, but other than that Alice Whitman was nothing but a silly, little girl. And Riddle did not like to converse with girls about the boys they liked, unless he needed that knowledge to charm them for his needs.
He looked away from her. Riddle pretended to busy himself with a rusty astrolabe on his desk. And what he heard her say next was not what he thought she would say. “A boy in my house…Anthony. Well, he has a problem and he’s terribly depressed. I heard he used to be really good at Transfiguration. You, obviously know a lot about magic, Tom. Some say you know more than anyone at Hogwarts. Well, could you tell me why Anthony doesn’t get good marks in the subject anymore?”
“Maybe he needs a tutor,” said Riddle sordidly. “There’s nothing you or I can do, Alice. Why don’t you go to dinner? There’s one more thing I need finishing up on. No need for you to stay.”
“Alright. See you tomorrow, Tom,” said Alice. She was very hungry and was glad she didn’t have to wait for him.
Riddle just stood there, stewing in disbelief when she was gone. A vein flickered on his forehead. This girl had an uncanny ability to find out more than she needed to know. But still, she couldn’t possibly suspect Anthony’s plight had anything to do with him. Riddle had seen in her mind that she still wondered about his ring and his followers. He was confident she would never unravel these mysteries.
NOTE: The next update will be when the obvious sexual things start. You will find out more about the strange rituals Riddle does with his followers and what they mean. Also, there will be more about what happened to Anthony.
The next day Alice stumbled upon something she knew she wasn’t supposed to have seen, and she also knew she had no idea what it meant.
Inside the Restricted Section, she went through the secret entrance to the cloisters, and breezed through the narrow passage that led to Riddle’s study at the end of the hall. As usual, she swung the door open, as Riddle had been keeping it unlocked.
Alice gasped. Tom Riddle was ensconced on the same chair like always, but below his knees three bulky figures huddled. Alice’s gray eyes grew round to see them reach up to actually kiss his hand! In the other hand Riddle was holding a silver chalice. And then Alice saw one by one they kissed a black-stoned ring, salient on Riddle’s left middle finger, where his hand curved over the armrest.
The figures rose from their prostate position and soon enough they were going to see that Alice was standing there and had watched as their backs were turned. She felt a desire to discover who they were. But without a word, they turned to leave. Alice was a bit disappointed because she could see their faces were obstructed by hoods, their heads bowed like in prayer.
Riddle, still sitting watched her gape at his three followers. His eyes were shining, but not because Alice had seen something. It was for the service his followers had done for him. Alice jumped at the door swinging shut with a resounding thud.
Alice now looked to the Head Boy, and saw a strange, pleased expression there on his face. But his eyes gleamed. Was he angered? The unnatural eyes watched her more. At once, as if preventing a beast from being provoked, Alice averted her gaze to the ancient, cracked flagstones.
She wished this awkward moment would end. Her throat was tight with fear and Riddle wasn’t speaking. She regretted coming through the door and promised herself she never would do so again.
The fear was squelching in the pit of her stomach to unbearable proportions. All the while, Riddle looked at her calculating what to say. How extreme should he be? Or should he be kind? It was highly amusing to continue this deception. Alice had never met his real self. Should she have a taste of it? No he would allow her to play a bit longer.
So he swallowed hard, and forced himself not to show irritation at interrupting one of his most vital rituals. It was vital not just for his cult, but also for his soul’s very sustenance. But she could not possibly know this….
He was gentle; he did not blame her, his voice carefully controlled. “Those were friends…We are quite intimate. Just now you witnessed something of immense import. You would do well to understand such things are over your head. I must advise you to forget it, Alice. Do I speak plainly?”
“Yes,” she croaked. She understood him. She’d take this secret to the grave with her.
The awful moment somehow passed like it does on fair-weather days when the clouds shroud the sun for a moment, and then it becomes sunny again. Tom Riddle smiled kindly at her and sounding eager asked, “May I see your homework now Alice?” Riddle had promised he’d do her a little favour, and check her homework for her. Alice was a tad upset when he didn’t mention the idea of checking her homework in the future. Well, it was only fair for his sake.
Soon enough Alice was doing the ministrations for him, the most mundane tasks. She had finally mastered them, and the lack of novelty was boring her. She’d much rather be doing something else, like re-reading her favourite muggle novel, “Dracula.”
Alice decided to watch Tom Riddle work for a bit. A sudden realization hit her. The Head Boy wasn’t all she thought him to be. It was like she was in the room, alone with a stranger. He was not simply a funny, charming boy like she’d thought of him since last week. No. And what she’d saw just now when the wizards kissed his ring. It seemed like routine, or even like a ritual. She wondered what the ring on his finger meant. But she knew she couldn’t ask such a personal question. The Head Boy was enigmatic, and this newly revised opinion on the Head Boy was quite intriguing to Alice.
It got close to half past six, nearly dinner. Together, Alice and Tom were leaving this secret lair, and off to the Great Hall. She knew within moments that they’d be in the outside world of Hogwarts, and they would both go their separate ways until tomorrow. It would never do for a Fourth year Ravenclaw to sit at the Slytherin table, and with of all students, the Head Boy! That was simply not going to happen.
The seconds were slipping by and Alice was burning to know more.
“I wanted to ask you a question about a boy, Tom.”
Riddle barely resisted a sudden movement. He was very surprised by this talk. She may be a good Secretary, but other than that Alice Whitman was nothing but a silly, little girl. And Riddle did not like to converse with girls about the boys they liked, unless he needed that knowledge to charm them for his needs.
He looked away from her. Riddle pretended to busy himself with a rusty astrolabe on his desk. And what he heard her say next was not what he thought she would say. “A boy in my house…Anthony. Well, he has a problem and he’s terribly depressed. I heard he used to be really good at Transfiguration. You, obviously know a lot about magic, Tom. Some say you know more than anyone at Hogwarts. Well, could you tell me why Anthony doesn’t get good marks in the subject anymore?”
“Maybe he needs a tutor,” said Riddle sordidly. “There’s nothing you or I can do, Alice. Why don’t you go to dinner? There’s one more thing I need finishing up on. No need for you to stay.”
“Alright. See you tomorrow, Tom,” said Alice. She was very hungry and was glad she didn’t have to wait for him.
Riddle just stood there, stewing in disbelief when she was gone. A vein flickered on his forehead. This girl had an uncanny ability to find out more than she needed to know. But still, she couldn’t possibly suspect Anthony’s plight had anything to do with him. Riddle had seen in her mind that she still wondered about his ring and his followers. He was confident she would never unravel these mysteries.
NOTE: The next update will be when the obvious sexual things start. You will find out more about the strange rituals Riddle does with his followers and what they mean. Also, there will be more about what happened to Anthony.