Turned - Tom Riddle

Chapter Thirty Seven

Guilt, shame, and regret.

The emotions, no matter what order they were put in, all were as vibrant as each other in Elizabeth's mind.

Shame. She was shameful of her actions, shameful that she had taught Tom how to make a horcrux.

Guilt. A girl had died because of Elizabeth. She could never live that down.

Regret. Elizabeth regretted that she ever talked to Tom. If she hadn't left early from dinner on her first night, she wouldn't have met Tom. She shouldn't have even come to Hogwarts.

Elizabeth hadn't eaten or left the confines of her four-post bed for the entire week. Of course, they hadn't had classes, it was a shock they were still residing at Hogwarts. However, it wasn't the worst thing in the world. Elizabeth had charmed her small, curtained off area to grow to the size of a small bedroom.

"Beth, can you open up?" Matilda asked, tugging at the curtains which Elizabeth had magically bonded to the posts.

"Please, we haven't even seen your face in four days," Walburga whined.

Melissa finally spoke, "We brought you Chocolate Frogs from Honeydukes."

Elizabeth didn't even know it was the weekend. She poked her head out from an opening, "They let you go to Hogsmeade?"

"Well, not exactly," Matilda giggled.

"I snuck there to meet Pevlos for a cup of tea yesterday. It was rather easy," Melissa admitted. She held the blue and purple box out to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth held the box and set it down on the table in her makeshift room.

"We have classes tomorrow," Walburga told Elizabeth.

"What? That's preposterous."

"They think we need to situate ourselves back into our regular routines," Melissa explained.

Elizabeth shook her head, "A girl died, and I don't really think the school cares."

"Of course they care, Beth, they just don't want to scare us," Matilda advised.

Not even a second later, Elizabeth lept down from her bed and began pulling out an outfit. She was going to speak with Tom and make him stop his vicious killing spree whether he wanted to or not.

"Beth, where are you going?" Walburga interrogated while she and the other girls watched Elizabeth frantically slip on a calf-length skirt.

"I'll tell you eventually, I just need to go," Elizabeth grabbed a white, short-sleeved blouse and buttoned it up, tucking it into the skirt. She put on a pair of short heels and left the room in search of Tom.

When she reached the Common Room, only two second years sat by the fire, writing on parchment. One was in Tom's chair and it made Elizabeth angry for a moment, then subsided as she realized it was ridiculous to claim a piece of furniture. She exited the door and began walking to another place she suspected him to be: the girl's lavatory that the girl was murdered in. Elizabeth walked up the stairs at a brisk pace, taking her further towards the first floor. Once she reached it, the orange light told her that the sun was setting. She only had so much time before she would be escorted back to her room by a guard or teacher. As she drew nearer to the bathroom, she saw water with orange sunlight glistening over it. The bathroom was flooded, yet again. Before she opened the door, she involuntarily fixed her hair, pulling the slept-in braid over her shoulder and pulling out small hairs in the front.

As soon as she had collected herself, she burst through the door, letting it slam behind her as she stood in the presence of Tom. He was leaning over the sink, looking as if he were having a staring contest with the drain.