Unravelled² → Tom Riddle [Rewritten] ✓

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

As soon as the door shut behind her, Evelyn opened up the piece parchment. She paced as she unfolded it, perching on the end of her bed with a deep breath.

"Dear Evelyn," She read, noticing the familiar comfort of her mother's handwriting. "By the time you are reading this, we will be long gone." A tear began to form in her eyes, "you will be aware that I was working on tracking down Helga Hufflepuffs cup while I was still alive, this was under the strict instruction of the Ministry of Magic, who believe it to possess magical powers. After several months of failure on this, I contracted your father to help, and that is when I finally had a breakthrough, I found a living relative, someone who might possess the cup. Ever since this, someone has been on our tail, someone has been following us and I fear we will not have much more time together. I fear he will claim our lives soon. This is not the end my child. I love you my dear child, be safe."

Evelyn took a deep breath. In her hands, she had her mother's final words, the information her mother had thought to pass onto Evelyn, knowing she would soon be dead. But reading through it, it meant nothing to her. It has solved no riddle, answered no questions, all it had done was remind her of what she already knew and reassure her of the futile fact of her parents' death.

"Merlin!" She yelled in a rage, throwing the parchment across the room. She could feel the rage bubbling up inside of her, each question filling her to the brim with anger, with confusion, with an aching sense of nothingness.

As the parchment flew through the air, she noticed the emblem on the back, the Ravenclaw crest stamped firmly in the centre, surrounding by a pool of blue ink. Evelyn knew both her parents had been proud of the house during their time at Hogwarts, but her brows furrowed at the familiar site of the crest. She reached her arm out to the parchment, tracing the emblem with her dainty fingers, "what does this mean?" She muttered to herself hopelessly.

Knowing who she had received the information from, it likely meant nothing, but an ache inside of her longed for more. Years ago, she had been able to finally put her parents' death behind her, she had been able to stop the weight of it pulling her drown beneath the surface of the waves, but now it was back, just as she was able to emerge from the waves, the weight tugged at her once more.

Evelyn closed her eyes, sighing. She wanted more, she wanted answers, she needed them. Part of her felt empty, unable to solve the enigma of her parents' death, but she had been able to cast that aside for so long, she had been able to lock it away and burn the key. But now, with nothing but fear to keep her company, she found some sort of peace in the letter. She traced her mother's handwriting with a faint smile, all she longed for was a chance to hold her mother one more time, a chance to speak to her, to just be able to see her. All Evelyn wanted was the piece of her puzzle that was so cruelly taken away from her all those years ago. She threw the parchment to the ground, casting it out of her mind.

Three days later, Evelyn tried again. She sat with the parchment for hours, reading over every single last letter, hoping, praying for a piece of new information. Every time she read the letter again, she felt the tears begin to fill her eyes. She needed to extinguish the sadness from her body, she needed a release. All the feelings inside her body were beginning to overflow. As she closed her eyes, a tear fell onto her palms. She could hear his voice in her head, only younger.

"Haven't you heard of Helga Hufflepuffs cup?" He asked her with a puzzled gaze.

"Itis believed that the cup possesses powers, nobody knows what powers those might be, but it is highly sought after. Legend has it that it is passed down the to Hufflepuffs descendants, meaning that if there is one, they would have the cup. Whoever was searching that cup likely wasn't searching for it to display, they presumably wanted it for their own gain, to utilise the powers it held. If your mother saw who they were, she would have been able to stop them I assume."

Evelyn blinked, her mother and father had died, all for a cup with supposed powers, a cup with an unknown location. Someone had taken it, and that someone had killed her parents. She couldn't help but let more tears stream from her eyes, watching as they pooled onto the parchment on her lap.

As here tears merged, Evelyn noticed a faint silver glow emerging from the parchment beneath them, every tear adding to the glow. Looking deeper into the pool of tears, Evelyn began to notice the silver glow forming a shape. Swirling silver streams began to curve across the parchment, slowly twisting and turning into lettering.

"Orion Black." she read. It was a name she recognised, but not through personal connection. The House of Black was one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight pure blooded families, one of those who had quickly become loyal to the blood purification of the Wizarding World, who had been attracted by the allure of evil, the allure of power.

Evelyn stood up, "Regulus." She called out, banging on her door, she needed to be let out, she needed to talk to Tom. "Regulus!" She yelled again, pressing her ear against the door to see if she could hear him outside, but it was silent. "Regulus?" Her voice increased in pitch, "I need to get out."

"Regulus?" She called out, pushing against the door with her body. Evelyn reached out her hand, pressing against the door handle, causing it to click someone had forgotten the enchantments.

She pressed against the handle and pushed open the door. Evelyn felt refreshed being able to leave her room, she clutched the parchment close to her body, glancing out of the room.

"Hello?" She called out before stepping into the empty corridor.

It had been so long since she'd been out of her room, she felt nervous as she felt the waves of fresh air hit her lungs. Evelyn made her way through the corridor, down the marble staircase and towards the office, "hello?"

"I was wondering how long it would take you." He turned to face her, "you know, your door has been unlocked for days now."

"Nice of you to let me know." Evelyn stepped into the office, dropping the parchment on his desk, "now, let me know something else, who is Orion Black?" She sat on the edge of his desk, crossing her arms, "and what does he have to do with my parents' death?"