chapter three
Calliope couldn't wrap her mind to what she was going to do, she imagined a lot of illegal things which she could have been doing, but breaking a criminal out of jail, even for a night wasn't on her bucket list.
The rain cascaded down from the grey skies and the raindrops dripped down the windows in a race. Calliope stepped into the fireplace and used the floo powder to reach her destination. She opened her eyes, she found herself in the staff room of Azkaban.
A few new aurors chatted around, a carefree aura had enveloped the room, before it only used to be her and her collogues who weren't very social with each other.
She exited the room as soon as she entered it only a few people sparing her a glance. She briskly walked through the nightmarishly cold halls as fast as she could, already late to visit Tom.
She soon reached the cell of prisoner #2342. The two aurors guarding Tom's cell had changed, they radiated the same cold aura as the previous ones she had stumbled into.
"ID and purse" one of them asked with their hand outstretched, Calliope fished out her purse and gave it to the auror, who handed the ID it back after taking a quick look at it, keeping the purse with him.
The door swung open as she entered inside, shivering. Tom sat on the bed as usual, with his hands in his lap.
The his eyebrows tilted at the sight of the lady as he patted the area of the bed next to him, gesturing for Calliope to sit next to him.
"I'm quite fine actually, thank you" she spoke, her hand clutching her wand on instinct every time she laid eyes on the man.
"You do realise Calliope..." Tom began as his eyes momentarily dropped to his hands and he tilted his head toward her again "That the Ministry does have a fair share of veritaserum and that the fact your breathe doesn't smell like firewhiskey doesn't save you, right?
She took a breathe and as much as she didn't want to, she sat beside Tom. He was warm and smelt of cigarettes, how he got his hands on them, she didn't know. He probably bribed someone else into giving him the cigarettes.
"Now," Tom began "I have a plan to get out of here for a night" he spoke. Calliope felt nervous, she didn't want to help the man, but not helping Tom would result her being unemployed, growing strawberries in her family farm for the rest of her days. The very thought made shivers run up her spine.
"Alright, what's the plan" she asked, "Also, it's only for a night and I will accompany you for every step you take."
Tom grinned, he was very attractive when he grinned, not like he isn't at other times, but that evil smile made her childhood fantasies of loving a villain resurface.
"Well," the man began, a slight tinge of excitement bubbling through him "The aurors are switched about an hour after every meal, leaving about...let's say five whole minutes when the door is unguarded, which means that the guards cannot take a look at your purse, where you will hide a polyjuice potion. The potion should include one of Rhibras' hairs"
Tom looked at her waiting for her to object, or turn down the plan. But she saw a few major ways where this could go wrong.
"What if people notice you gone?" she asked, fidgeting with her wand. "Don't worry dove, I've pulled some strings, even in prison I have more control than you ever have" he spoke, sending another wave of chills up her spine and warmth to her cheeks, making her blush with his stupid nickname.
Calliope nodded, before taking out her files. "Now, let's get started with our session" she began "What was your motive behind these murders?" she asked, knowing the answer very well, but she wanted to hear it from his perspective.
"I wanted immortality," Tom spoke "I wanted to control the magical world- maybe the entire world, I wanted to control them like a pupeteer controlling his puppets, I wanted to wipe out mudbloods from this world, or at least make them the toys of the purebloods" he finished, waiting for an answer from Calliope.
She felt intrigued, only from a couple sentences uttered by the man. She couldn't imagine the world where Tom cut off the shackles of chaos. It felt so different- so much more controlled and neater, it was almost like the girl was longing for it.
There was one thing she hated more than criminals and dementors, muggles and mudbloods. Those foul creatures were the reason witches and wizards alike hated them- they executed people with magical blood, looked down upon them, and were now expected to be treated as equals of the magical.
But she had to maintain an image of a therapist who wanted to change the minds of others for the better, equality, where muggle borns were too, treated as the equals of purebloods.
"I don't understand why you have so much hate towards muggleborns, Tom" she internally cringed at her words, trying to stop those emotions from surfacing "They haven't done anything wrong" she bit her tongue back from saying something against the mudbloods, but refrained herself.
Tom chuckled, grinning "Oh dove, we aren't that different in nature you see, I can see you holding yourself back" he spoke "You don't have to, just let me be free and I will grant you a position in my followers" he took her hand into his and traced up.
Calliope immediately removed her hands from his, resisting the urge to let her hand rest in his as he cradled it "I'm afraid that I can't, I'm not a heartless murderer" she spoke, trying to draw confidence from his wrongdoings and instead of his godlike features she got lost in.
Tom chuckled and began to say something but was interrupted by a loud banging on the metal door. "Time's up!" a male voice bellowed as the door swung open, revealing two aurors.
"But we aren't done yet!" Calliope exclaimed, she still had to talk to Tom about quite a few things. "Not our fault that you're late miss" the other female auror spoke.
"It's alright, isn't it Calliope?" Tom said "We can have another session today to make up for our lost time can't we?"
Calliope immediately understood of his intentions behind his tone and feigned reluctance as she walked out the door, taking the purse with her.
She waltzed down the halls in the other direction of what she was supposed to, into Rhibras' quarters after climbing up a few steps.
She was aware of the trouble she could get in, but Rhibras was in a meeting with the Minister at the moment, which gave her plenty of time to steal the ingredients required to make the potion.
She stole a couple of blonde hair strands from one of his coats as well, shoving her stolen items into a bag and waltzing out. Rhibras was never a man for potions, so it was highly unlikely for him to notice.
After meeting Antonin Dolohov, she sat in her office for hours, trying to decipher the mystery of Tom Riddle, and how he had become a psychopath. From his reports, he didn't have much trauma which would make him psychopathic, but for now she'd have to wait for him to unravel his own mystery.