Join hogwarts for a mission to change the fate of Lord Voldemort, when he was still the mysterious, two-faced Tom Riddle as you travel back in time in hope of changing his heart with a potion that has the ability of destroying the effects of a love...
Would you dare to start a new life with a man so unstable? Would this ever be a happy life? one that you would want?
These thoughts plundered inside your head like a twisted melody as you rested within his condemned grasp. This man, all though has changed, has still grown without knowing what it is like to be loved and not one inch of his body knew how to love either. A part of you was terrified about this.
His silhouette just barely laid above you, his eyes glinting at the slightest touch of your hand. Whilst warmly gazing into your eyes, he bit his lip.
All the things he could do to you.
Seeing his mischievous grin made you tremble. The power he held wasn't just mystical and you could see it in the reflection of his eyes that what he wanted was beyond magic.
Gently pushing back your hair from your cheek with his finger, his hand traveled to the back of your head as he steadily leaned in. Your heart quivered at the sensual move.
When his lips were close enough to yours to feel the warmth of his breath, the door of the room creaked right open.
Hearing the sound, startled, Riddle pulled away before your lips would connect and turned his head at the freshly entered woman with rigged hair - Bellatrix Lestrange, whose eyes have been jumping from yours to his. Your face narrowed at her presence.
"What is it, Bellatrix?" - The sound of annoyed Toms' voice frightened her
"Sorry to disturb you, my lord." - she bowed her head "We have guests."
Once leading the two of you outside of the mansion, you noticed how a bunch of death eaters were lined up in the courtyard, looking up at the moonlit stars. The wind freshly breezed back your hair, you couldn't see anyone up there.
That's when from the top of the sky a massive storm of flame blasted all the way down, heading towards the army on the ground. Riddle swiftly lifted his wand at the flame which under an impact, spat wildly around him and his army. He single handedly was containing the fireball from harming you and the rest of his followers. His hand slightly shook at the powerful spell, but Tom was so strong, he was able to contain it from breaching.
Your eyes reflected the bright colours of the fire as you watched Riddle send it back into the sky where it dissolved.
His capability only reminded everyone why he had to be the leader. Even if he was dangerous, his followers oddly looked up to him, most only taking shelter under his wing believing to have chosen the stronger side.
Some of the death eaters laughed once Riddle countered the spell that only a powerful wizard could behold. The followers taunted the blended with the night figures up in the sky whom were making themselves harder to see on purpose.
Who would dare to attack the death eaters in such a bold matter?
When suddenly, you felt a cold grasp from behind you. A hand covered your mouth and you felt as if you were going to suffocate. It pulled you back into the shadows of the manor, away from being spotted by Riddle and his army. Only Bellatrix could hear your faint murmured yelps. She turned her head back and as she watched you get dragged away she flashed a satisfied, mocking grin.
It all suddenly went silent. No spells, nothing. Figures disappeared from the sky as you were apparited out of the courtyard, taken against your will.
When Riddle looked back and noticed you were gone, Bellatrix informed him that you had consciously teleported away.
He stayed silent, giving her a puzzled glare. He did not trust it.
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In some under ground, barely lit, rocky dungeon you woke up chained to the wall without your wand.
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Rats and bugs ran inside and outside of the infested chamber.
Worrying thoughts rushed inside of your head, a hurricane of negative analysis petrified your muscles. The chains wiggled at the force of your hands being shaken which alarmed the people you did not know were outside the cell.
When a familiar looking man, using his wand, unlocked the metal door and entered the room.
Mortier.
How he grinned and laughed at the sight of you being captured. He had scars all over his body from the damage of Lupin biting onto his flesh once the marauders had caught him before he escaped.
"I am so delighted you could make it" - Mortier smirked
"How could I possibly refuse such an invitation?" - you rattled your chains
"Well I suppose the letter had some sort of use then" - he mockingly replied, cold hints escaping his voice
"What letter?"
"The one I ordered to be sent to your friend's house, child. I forged it so you would fall into my trap. However, I did not predict that 'noble' lord would take you himself." - he scornfully sneered
"What?"
"I wonder what had happened to it since it obviously fell into the hands of another." - he shook his head, dismissing his sidetracked thoughts "Anyhow. I told you you would pay. I made myself a promise you see. Since you've been so uncooperative" - his tone turned hostile "To get the time turner even if I had to rip it from your dead flesh."
"I do not have it with me."
"Then you will tell me where it is." - he grinned at your provoked face "I have this prophet you see. I hoped she would be the tool to the future. However, she cannot foresee far." - he suddenly grabbed your throat, clenching the grip tighter and tighter in terms of intimidation. "You WILL tell me what my future is! Where is the turner?!"
You tried to fight the satisfaction he'd have watching you gasp for air "I-I destroyed it!"
"LIES!" - he swiftly pulled back, taking a breath and gaining back his composure after the sudden burst of anger.
"I wanted to defend it." - you stated
Mortier shook his head, dismissing what you just told him "Shall you meet her?"
