Attention [Tom Riddle]

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Tom pov

" I hope you will succeed, hun." Her soft melodic voice spoke.

I smirked and looked at the filthy paralyzed mud-blood on the floor. Wilson didn't seem to be surprised, it was as if she already expected it.

She was really something else, wich doesn't mean that I want her gone any less.

She was toxic and I could see it from miles away, but still, there was something.

Something that I couldn't quite figure out.

It was some sort of- 

I scoffed at myself, for what I was about to think. It wasn't possible and couldn't be possible.

" As a prefect," I started, "am I allowed to give students that are out after curfew, a detention."

She grinned and she shook her head. " Well, Mr. Riddle, I will see you tomorrow then, won't I?"

"Yes you will, have a good night." I said politely but with a hint of darkness.

She understood what I meant, and that was all that mattered. I had far more things to do than to look out for that stupid girl.

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I casually sat in my armchair in the Slytherin common room, looking at the fire.

I always found fire fascinating in some way, it would just continue burning until there wasn't anything left.

I looked down at the diary, I had bought a little while ago. It was going to be my first horcrux. I had used a stupid Hufflepuff to get into the restricted section.

I had my plan perfectly organized and knew exactly how to proceed the deed. Now the only thing I had to do was wait for a good moment. I would probably be weaker after I made my first horcrux.

The books said that there will be a few side effects, like red eyes or a paler skin.

Nothing I should worry about if you ask me. Wilson will know, of course, but she will kneel for me.

How lovely it would be for me to see her get older and weaker, while I am immortal and the greatest wizard of all times.

But maybe, I wouldn't be so generous as that. Maybe I will kill her myself.

After what happened tonight, I might have made a change in plans.

I stood up from the big green armchair and walked over to my dorm. I couldn't help but wonder what Wilson was doing at this particular moment. She was most certainly not asleep, that wretched girl never slept. I remembered our encounter last week and how vulnerable she looked.

She was crying and weak. It was the only time I was able to read her mind. I knew that she wanted me dead as well, but something was holding her back. There was this guy talking to her in the summer break and as far as I could see, he didn't quite make it. He said something about her sister.

I will find out soon enough.

As for now, she knows my secret, but I know more than she thinks. It didn't surprise me when the girl told me she knew Carina Heavenly.

Her story was quite fascinating. What made me more curious was the pained look in her deep green eyes, at the mentioning of the girl. She had something to hide, and maybe it wasn't even her own secret.

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Loella pov

I couldn't help but wonder what Riddle was doing at this exact moment. Probably thinking about stuff, he never stops with intruding other people their problems. He enjoyed seeing pain, or even, causing pain.

I however, I enjoyed seeing people after they broke. I like seeing the distinction between strong and weak.

I was outside looking at the beautiful castle in front of me. If certain events had never happened than I'm sure I would have loved it here.

Maybe even Carina would be here. Shame she is not among the living anymore.

I couldn't let my emotions get in to the way, the first step of losing them is to let go.

Let go and stop caring.

I found myself becoming stronger and didn't had to use the potion anymore. I walked back into the castle with my cover charm and returned to my own dorm. Time to find out if I can sleep without those wretched nightmares.

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Tom pov ( we're back at it again lol )

Something kept me up and I decided that I was going back to the common room. Just when I wanted to sit down I heard a loud bang coming from one of the dorms. I frowned and looked at the direction.

What a surprise.

I was aware that boys couldn't get into girls their dorm but Wilson had a special one, and she was alone. I walked over to the door and knocked lightly on it. I scoffed at myself for even seeming to care.

I didn't.

It was already four in the morning. The door opened and an angry and flustered looking Wilson stood in front of it.

What made me smirk were the tears that were coming from her eyes .

'' Well, well, Wilson. Rough night I see?''

'' Apparently not rough enough.'' She seethed.

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