Tom Riddle X Reader | ✓

Part 51 Broken

Both of you stood still, gazing at each other, waiting for the other to make a move.

Hesitating, Tom casted a spell, it pushed you against a wall towards Cecilia's direction. Roots grew from within the walls, wrapping and securing your wrists. Struggling to move, your wand fell out of your grip.

Tom recognized this as a chance to proceed torturing his father, to which immediately returning to, after making sure the bind around your wrists was firm.

"Wait!" - you wiggled, trying to escape, but he ignored you

"Crucio!" - his wand ejected a red bolt of light that flew directly at his blood line. Unable to escape, the father unwillingly dropped back down to the ground, his bones cracking.
The room erupted with chaos.

"NO! STOP IT!" - you shouted at Tom, who did not listen. His thirst for revenge was stronger than his bond with you.

Tom's grandfather, observing your struggle and will to help, dashed to you, picking up your wand and handing it back. As your eyes met his, you thanked him.

With a quick hand movement, an incendio spell escaped your wand, burning off the wooden roots without harming your wrists, freeing you from Tom's magic.

"Expelliarmus!" - you waved your wand at Tom's hand, but as soon as he heard your voice, he summoned a defence spell, protecting him from your shot at disarming him.

"Don't force me to use unforgivable magic on you, y/n"- He spoke to you softly "I do not desire to harm someone like you"

Shut inside your own commotion of feelings, you blindly decided to ignore him, proceeding the attack. You stepped closer, pushing forwards, releasing bright, orange beams from your wand towards Tom, which one by one, he diverted or reflected.

"Enough!" - he grew tired of evasion.
A spell escaped his lips and a root began to grow from the ground, quickly developing a face and hands, turning into a whole, alive, hostile tree.

Watching it, your eyes narrowed "What kind of magic is this?"

With great force, It shoved you through the hole in the wall, sending you spinning uncontrollably in the air and land outside the house. You were not in the room anymore, you could not see what Tom was doing, and your new enemy ran in front of you.
Its sharp, needle branches scratched your sensitive skin, opening up fresh, deep cuts on your left arm. You shrieked in pain but you knew you had to fight.

"Reducto!" you blasted its stem, smashing it open. With ease, the creature grew it back, reverting to its original form, attacking you once more.

Each of its smite was like a touch of a thorn, one scratched your cheek open, blood spilling down.

You were bleeding from head to toe but you couldn't give up.

"Confringo!" - a beam shot straight at it, rushing full force, exploding the wood into millions of pieces.
But once again, you watched your opponent regenerate its figure.

It lifted its leaf infested arm and smacked you off balance. It charged, bolting at you as fast as possible, piercing you through the hip.
You coughed blood, tasting silver, you struggled to stand up. Wiping the red from your mouth, you faced the enemy.

"Incendio!" you uttered out a spell, waving your wand up and down, left and right, creating different, bright, orange flame lines that formed into a shape of a Lion. Soon your spell came alive - a pure burning predator made out of fire with its own mind.