Soul
The soul.
" A love potion ' s victim does not fall in love, it is more like o b e s s e s i o n .
The potion, swirms with the victim's soul: cracks it enough as to slip through into it, to strech and morph it into something it was not meant to be at all.
Due to this irrevocable act; all children produced from such a thing, will never feel love for another.
You shall, never feel love for a witch or wizard in this timeline, Tom. "
Tom felt sick.
Which in itself was extremely unusual, his magic had learnt to heal him from any illness or injury very early on.
What was truly concering; was that he had no idea what had got him to feel so hot and made his chest ache.
"Druella? May I have your help with something." Druella hesitated for a second before lifting herself off the ground, her hands trembled slightly but as Tom let his gaze fall onto them, it stopped.
"Of course." My lord, went unsaid, it always did in the presence of harry, Tom had ordered each and every one of his followers to never call him it infront of the other boy; in order to not freak him out.
"Are you okay, Tom?"
His heart tightened again.
"Yes, I am quite fine."
"Are you sure? You look a bit...red?" Tom locked eyes with harry, who was sat on the floor for who knows why, and looked at him in concern but also...fear?
How fascinating.
"Do not fret, I am alright."
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Druella was not mentally deformed.
But sometimes she wish she was.
For instance, in this very moment, seeing the two figures on the floor scramble to get up, even though they knew that they couldn't due to the magical barrier: not to mention the rope.
"Stay away from us, you monster!" The boy, with ginger hair, which in druella's opinion was more horrid then harry's.
"Atleast harry's hair makes him look cuter."
Walburga whispered next to her, obviously getting the same observation as druella.
She agreed silently in her head, not daring to speak it out-loud as Tom had undeniably heard walburga's whisper and his eyes narrowed onto the black-haired girl for a second.
And she was not going to take that risk.
She wasn't blind in any way,
She saw how Tom looked at harry; like he wanted to swallow him whole just to keep him right by him, at all times. As if Tom wanted to lock him in a room for as long as he lives just so no other soul could see him; love him.
She saw how harry looked at him with such hatred that anyone else would think he would never entertain such thoughts but occasionally his gaze wondered to Tom, and she wasn't quite so sure he wouldn't let Tom do such a thing to him.
It wasn't love.
She told herself.
It shouldn't be.
Because she knew exactly what love did to a person.
What it made a person do.
"I love you," he said, his voice just above a whisper as his breathing grew deep and harsh, "I've loved you since we met."
"Don't." She managed, she couldn't breath. Not with him so close, not with him saying every single word she had longed for nights on end.
"Druella-"
She pushed the memory out of her brain, this was not the same.
They can't love eachother.
They'll destroy eachother,
They'll destroy the world.
"If I may comment, My lord, I am quite surprised these....rule-breaking griffendors have been kept alive." Abraxas mumbled, his head lowered.
"As am I." Druella agreed, and Walburga nodded beside her.
"You see, they are harry's....friends."
"Friends?"
"Isn't Orion his friend?"
"I am!"
"Did we all just see Orion pop his head in and then walk off?"
"They're so ginger though?"
"Isn't that one that poppy girl's boyfriend?"
"Why do you care?" Druella asked, she knew the answer deep down, she just wanted to see if he would answer how she thought he would.
Tom gave the others a look and one by on they all excused themselves, leaving druella and Tom in the room with harry's....friends.
Tom turned to her, "Well, I don't want to upset him, do I?" He said as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.
The girl on the floor started struggling even harder, she tried to bite through the gag in her mouth as the boy was spitting insults through his gag.
"....Mph-! Leave......mphh, gits-!"
Tom raised his hand slightly and the gags vanished from their mouths as he crouched down to meet their eyes and smirked.
"What was that?"
"Leave harry alone, you monster! Your tricking him, he's falling for your act but we won't, we know what you are, and we aren't going to let you get to harry." The words came vomiting out of the girl as the boy just kept calling Tom a brainwashing snake.
Quite a orginal remark, in druellas opinion.
"Hm, is that so? He didn't seem to mind me so much, last night."
The boy went as a red as his hair, "Shut it, Riddle." He gritted his teeth.
"What? You don't like imagining your friend subjecting to my ever will, do you?" Tom mocked.
"Riddle, I swear-"
"That he was on the ground on his knees for me while you and your mudblood girlfriend were making up theories of just how I brainwashed precious innocent harry?"
The pair went a mix of red from pure embarrassment and a ghastly pale.
That didn't fit their complexion in any way, mind you.
"You know me? Well, I know you."
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Harry was going to murder Orion.
And Druella.
And Tom.
Everyone had disappeared from the common room, which was becoming a regular occurance that harry angerly felt with, but ofcourse he had Orion most of the time.
Until orion decided he missed his darling Walburga and went off to find her; ofcourse he couldn't tell harry where he was going or let him go along.
He lasted about ten minutes sitting in the common room by himself before he went off to find just where everyone had gone so late in the day.
Now, he was wandering around the dungeons.
Alone.
What could go wrong?
"Why do you need me?" Harry heard the faint echo of a familar voice.
Druella.
So they were down here.
Harry quickly sped over to the voice, careful to not alert anyone he was coming, he atleast wanted to catch a glimpse of what they were doing.
Around the corner he saw what seemed to be Tom and Druella, but with something near them.
Or was it someone?
"I want you on my team."
"So does everyone else."
"Fuck you, your both blood supremacists-!"
Ron?
"Let us go, Tom!"
Hermione?
"Let you go? You broke into our common room."
They did- what?
"Because your evil! You're all evil!"
"What? Slytherins?"
"Obviously."
Tom let out a laugh, so sharp that it made harry jump, as his heart thumped along with the sound.
"Flora is barley twelve, she's the size of a dog, is she evil?" Harry didn't think either of his friends responded; atleast not with words, as Tom's question was met with silence.
"Harry is a slytherin too, or did you forget about that?"
"Don't. Tom. Don't talk about harry, don't even think about him." He heard hermione spit, so venomous that it made harry narrow his eyes.
Tom laughed.
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"My, my, Granger you have some bravery. Embracing our houses, are we?" Harry froze at druella's voice, it seemed so cold, almost.
"Slytherin's values are cunning and ambitious, I assume you know that, you were the ones who broke into our common room to try and steal my diary."
His diary.
Why would they steal that?
Hermione hadn't told harry they were planning to do that.
He would've done it himself, since he slept right next to Tom.
"Why didn't you tell harry you were going to break in?"
"Good question, Druella, why did you not?"
"We- we...we knew he wouldn't want us to, he's too caught up in your mind-tricks." Hermiones voice withered as if she wasn't so confident in what she was saying.
Which wasn't like her at all: she knew what she said was right.
"Do you truly think so lowly of your own friend to think he can so easily be manipulated and brainwashed as you put it?"
The air was silent for a few moments.
Until Ron started to mumble some words harry could not understand from where he stood against the wall.
"Well, I don't believe in talking about a person behind ones back, so why don't we see what harry has to say about it?"
"You can come out, harry, darling."
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