Chapter 1
The clicking of Calliope's heels echoed through the endless halls of gloom of Azkaban. Dark naked pillars rose from the floor, a cold and dark aura always surrounded the building, it made Calliope want to curl up into a ball and fall into a slumber for the rest of her days.
But alas, her job required her to work tedious hours studying the despicable crimes of criminals, which sent shivers up her spine if the cold itself didn't.
She tried to walk as confidently as she could to give her that boost which she most definitely needed, given the fear which planted itself in her gut from the gliding, wraithlike dark creatures known as Dementors.
Calliope hated the creatures more than she hated the criminals themselves, they fed on happiness which made the girl grind her teeth and click her pen out of frustration.
The only reason she had agreed to be a therapist at Azkaban was because she wanted to help the people who hadn't much of a crime, or had been falsely accused but the Ministry were never people of justice, but that was fine.
Calliope would try to bring as many smiles as she could bring to people, she always thought that it was her destiny, to make people feel content in their worst states
She eventually reached her newest patient's prison cell, the dementors noticed her swing open the cold metal door and immediately stood guard outside the cell.
"Tom Riddle?" she called out with worry in her voice as she scanned the cell looking for the man who was no where to be seen.
A tall man stepped out of the dark corner of the room, he wore a neutral expression as he confidently and proud with raven black curls sitting atop his head. He looked like a king who was stripped from his title and was taken for prison.
"Are you my therapist?" he mused as he eyed me up and down.
"Yes I am" She spoke before turning on the lightswitch which was old-fashioned and yellow with grime, the girl flinched as soon as she flipped it, expecting it to electrocute her as she doubted the protection charms.
Tom was seated on the metal chair next to a broken looking desk with nothing but an empty page of parchment on it.
"You can sit on the bed" he gestured toward the rusty looking bed with a thin mattress and a bed. Taking note of his dominant behavior in her notebook Calliope took a seat on the bed.
Tom Riddle was a handsome man now that she could see him with more clarity under the lightbulb and not only having to rely on the moonlight from the window for vision.
His face looked as if it were crafted by the gods himself, with sharp edges and dark eyes filled with denial of being here.
His physical beauty was not as beautiful as his personality, which was filled with despicable acts of crime and murder according to his files.
He was responsible for many tragedies, leaving permanent scars on the victims' loved ones. From what she saw- Tom Riddle needed some serious help.
"Do you know why I'm present here?" she asked, beginning small.
"They think that you can help me" he answered
"Do you think I can help you?" she asked as she clicked her pen, hoping to try to get some information out of the man.
"No" he spoke, crossing his legs on the chair "You can't do anything, you're insignificant" he snapped, but stopped before he said anything else.
Calliope took note of his outburst of emotion from his calm demeanor in her notebook, and looked up at the man again, he had his arms crossed and was looking at her with a curious glint in his eyes.
"You didn't tell me your name" he said "I would also appreciate that you called me Lord Voldemort"
"My name is Calliope , Tom" she replied, ignoring the man's request as she tried to get a reaction out of the man, but alas her needs weren't met.
Tom didn't bother correcting her, but instead smirked as he slightly leaned forward in his chair and intertwined his fingers in his lap.
"Do you know why you're here?" she asked, hoping to know more about his personality. She was trained to deal with the insane and calm them down.
She was used to people with people with messed up hair, insanity flowing through their veins and their hunger for blood.
She was used to them trying to attack her, their giggles when she hexed them, the only thing that had evoked humanity in them was the dementor's torment.
Not every criminal locked in these rooms was insane, but she could blame her the head of Azkaban for having to deal with the crazy.
Rhibras Melshane was a cruel head, he was the opposite to Calliope in every way. He adored the dementors and having power over the creatures of agony who could bring the strongest to their knees.
He hated her cheery mood her spring in her step and her attempt to try to bring light to the world. He was a man of gloom with pale skin and slicked back blonde hair.
He screamed at his employees but spoke softly to the criminals. He was hardest on Calliope and gave her the worst criminals to deal with and glared daggers into her soul when he found out that she hexed the criminals in self defense.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by Tom who coughed to bring her back from the void of her thoughts.
"Oh sorry!" she exclaimed "Back to my question, do you know why you're here?"
Tom pondered on the question for a bit before answering "I am here because I took a couple puny lives for the greater good" he answered.
Calliope didn't try to convince Tom that his actions were wrong, she should remain calm and not hex her patients for every wrong they did just like a few of her coworkers did. She noted Tom's behavior of bigger plans, and that his murders weren't for small motive and more as stepping stones to achieve something greater.
The door swung open revealing a very angry Rhibras. His eyebrows were crossed and his breaths were heavy, rage flowed through him like lava, but when he laid his eyes on Tom his expression soften and he fixed his posture.
Tom on the other hand, was completely unfazed, only sparing Rhibras a look before diverting his eyes back to the woman.
"You're late for the staff meeting" The blonde spat before marching out, a dementor flanking his either side and slamming the metal door behind him.
"I apologize that our session was cut short, Tom" I spoke, earning a nod in return. I marched out the door after gathering my things.