Masquerade- Tom Riddle Fanfiction

Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests

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    I was kneeling on the ground, my eyes staring at the feet of the wizard who had taken everything from me. My hatred was encased securely in my mind, the pain allowing me to feign boundless and manipulated puppet. His greatest weakness was underestimation and arrogance. He believed me to be broken, and broken I would act.

    "My Lord," I spoke reverently, "my loyalty lies with you. I swear it."

    I remembered the Supreme Leader; the group of rebels who fought against Grindelwald. The Secret Fire.

     A dark and cold voice replied, "You will do your duty. Infiltrate and weaken. You will report back to me when your Mark burns." I looked up in confusion.

   In a flash, my body was pulled towards him in a wandless incantation, his wrist grasping mine harshly and his wand imprinting painfully on my wrist. It was horrible pain, the sign of the Deathly Hallows carved into my skin-- a fresh and dark scar but I had felt worse agony. I looked into those pitiless cold green eyes; dead and evil. The same eyes that flashed as he cast the Killing Curse at my mother.

   The mark was one of ownership. He might own my body, my life, but he couldn't own my mind. He never knew how skilled I became at Occlumency while his back was turned. 

  Standing up, I bowed in the most humble way possible while gritting my teeth for bitter agony. I had my mission. The couple chosen-- Helena and Bruce Robins. I was to be given a new surname. I had lost count of how many I was forced to adopt.

   The Memory charm was cast with ease, and manipulation sealed my fate. It was time to enter Hogwarts, however difficult it may be to enter illegally.

   I had my orders.

  I bolted up, cold sweat drenching the back of my nightgown. Sunlight poured through the window as I saw my other room mates stir. I wiped my forehead, and stepping down from the comfort of my bed, I ran to the bathroom; locking the door behind me. I closed my eyes. Traitor. That was who I was. I had too many loyalties to too many different people. There was a reason I was never put in Gryffindor. If I was cut open, there would be no courage inside. I clamped my hand on my mouth, trying to stifle the screams that wanted to lave my soul. I was in too deep. But I must. I must continue. I shuddered violently. For the sakes of all those who will be terrorized in the future by Grindelwald's drive for power. His reign must end for any of us to live.

   I yanked down my sleeve, where the brand was visible. The Resurrection Stone. The Elder Wand. The Cloak of Darkness. The Elder Wand was already in Grindelwald's grasp; the Resurrection Stone was....

   Something had been pricking at me for a long time. Marvolo's Ring. I had never mentioned it for fear, but Tom Riddle couldn't possibly know. He grew up in a Muggle orphanage. My mind was infiltrated by Grindelwald's furious passions of the Deathly Hallows. I was no stranger to them. Marvolo's Ring looked incredibly like...

    I closed my eyes. No time for that thought.

   I splashed my face with water, taking care to brush my hair carefully. I had to maintain my image. As the other girls walked about, I changed into my black school robes, pretending to be so normal like the prankster that I was. I tied my frizzy red hair back. Let's get down to business.