Unravelled² → Tom Riddle [Rewritten] ✓

CHAPTER TWELVE

When she awoke the next morning, the first thing she heard was her name.

"Evelyn."

She shot awake in a flurry.

"Evelyn."

"H-hello?" She called out, sitting up in her bed.

"I'm coming in," the voice called out, whispering enchantments under his breath before swinging open the door.

She blinked rapidly, rubbing her eyes to reveal the blurred figure of the man she met last night, "to what do I owe the pleasure this morning Regulus?"

"The Dark Lord had requested your presence," Regulus looked her up and down, "now."

Evelyn rolled her eyes, "well..." She slid out of her bed, wrapping a robe around her cold body with a shiver, "if the Dark Lord insists."

Regulus' face remained blank as they journeyed across the Manor, silence falling between them until the pair arrived outside a large door. Regulus knocked lightly, immediately dropping into a bowing position before the door even swung open. "My Lord, I have the girl."

Without another word, the door opened, revealing a large circular office, the walls lined with tall bookcases, each filled with more books than Evelyn could even imagine... In the middle of the room was a black desk where Tom sat with a smirk, "go now Regulus." His eyes remained on Evelyn, not even flickering to acknowledge the boy, "come on in, sit." He commanded her, gesturing to the dark grey seat opposite him.

"I'll stand," she turned to him, closing the door behind her as she traipsed into the office.

"Sit." Evelyn felt his eyes piercing hers as he lifted his arms, moving out the chair closer to her, "sit." And so she did. "Now, we have much to discuss," he crossed his arms at her.

"Oh," she mimicked him, "we do, do we?"

"Do not talk back to me," he snapped at her, "you are not here as a guest need, I remind you."

"Well why am I here then?" She crossed her arms at him, "what does the Dark Lord wish for me?"

"I require your humanity." He looked at her simply, tilting his head.

Evelyn blinked. The Dark Lord, the one feared by all across the Wizarding World did not want to torture her again, he did not want her dead, he simply wanted a part of her he did not have of his own.

"You- you want my humanity?

"And your loyalty."

Evelyn locked her eyes onto his, "you want me to be loyal to you? To the man who tortured me, to the man who is murdering muggleborns, who murdered Hepzibah Smith, who released the Basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets. You think I will bow to you, then you are wrong."

"I do not think, I know. Everyone has a price Evelyn, even you," he stood up, sliding off the desk and taking a step closer to her, "everyone would do things that they had never dreamed of for the right price. You are no different," he placed his hand on her chin, tilting her head up to face him, "you will bow to me." He dropped her chin, turning to face the door which swung open in an instant, "you will bow to me, for her."

Evelyn turned to face the door and there stood a face she had not seen since her days at Hogwarts. "Sara," she let out a raggedy breath, "oh Sara." She looked like a shell of a human, her eyes were blank

"Your little friend Sara is currently under the Imperius Curse." He beckoned Sara closer, "anything I ask you to do, you will do, not for me, but for her." Sara walked closer to the pair of them, staring glumly at Evelyn. "Should you fail to do anything I ask, you will not suffer, but she will. She will do so, not at my hand, but at yours."