|Serpent Within: Deep Thoughts
Author: Nyx of Chaos PM
As long they wouldn't find out it was him, he would be fine. As long as they wouldn't even suspect him, he was free.Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst - Voldemort - Words: 644 - Published: 03-08-05 - id: 2297082
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and other characters created by J.K Rowling.
Author notes: This is my first fanfic. Please be gentle.
Summary: Tom's POV in the Headmaster Dippet's office. '..' represents thoughts
Spoilers: SS/PS, COS
He knocked on the office door.
"Enter", a withering and old voice answered.
Tom Marvolo Riddle, a sixth year prefect, opening the door entered the Headmaster's room. His seemingly blank expression didn't yet betray his growing nervousness about this meeting.
'Do they know yet? Or is this about the letter? Oh Merlin, I hope that fool of a Headmaster, Dippet, agrees'
"Ah, Riddle", said the Headmaster.
"You wanted to see me, Professor Dippet?" said Riddle stifling the urge to shuffle his feet awkwardly.
"Sit down," said Dippet. "I've just been reading the letter you sent me"
"Oh" said Riddle. He sat down, gripping his hands together very tightly.
' Say yes. Please! I … I don't want to go back!'
"My dear boy," said Dippet kindly. "I cannot possibly let you stay at school over the summer. Surely you want to go home for the holidays?"
'Idiot! Why would I write that letter in the first place? Of course I don't want to stay there!'
"No" answered Riddle, "I'd much rather stay at Hogwarts than go back to that-to that-"
'Hellhole', he thought viciously.
"You live in a Muggle orphanage during the holidays?" said Dippet curiously.
'If that is what you want to call that abomination' he inwardly snorted.
"Yes, sir", reddening a bit.
"You are Muggle-born?"
'How dare you! Filthy, weak fool of a blood traitor! Calling me, Lord Voldemort a MUDBLOOD!'
With clenched fists, shaking slightly, Tom replied, "Half-blood, sir. Muggle father, witch mother"
"And are both your parents-?"
"My mother died just after I was born, sir. They told me at the orphanage, she lived just long enough to name me; Tom after my father, Marvolo after my grandfather"
'I hate that name!Foul that it is'
Dippet clucked his tongue sympathetically.
'Don't. Just don't pity me. I'm past that now. Beyond that. I learned that in that hellhole'
"The thing is, Tom," he sighed, "special arrangements might have been made for you, but in the current circumstance…"
'Damn it! Just one Mudblood girl and the whole school closes! I didn't expect this! How? How to stop this?'
"You mean all these attacks, Sir?"
"Precisely," said the Headmaster. "My dear boy, you must see how foolish it would be of me to allow you to remain at the castle when the term ends. Particularly in the light of the recent tragedy… the death of that little girl… You will be safer by far at your orphanage. As a matter of fact, the Ministry of Magic is even now talking about closing the school. We are no nearer locating the –er- source of all this unpleasantness…"
'Hmmm… the source. If the source is caught then… Hogwarts won't be closed. Now I can't take the blame for it? Who can? Maybe that half-giant brat? That acromantula of his could be blamed for this mess. No one else knows about it except me. It has to be done carefully though.'
"Sir- if the person was caught… if it all stopped…"
'Foolish wizard ,take it take it, take the bait'
"What do you mean?" said Dippet with a squeak in his voice sitting up in his chair. "Riddle, do you mean you know something about these attacks?"
"No, Sir" said Riddle quickly.
Dippet sank back, looking faintly disappointed.
"You may go Tom"
'Its time for the finale. I just hope it won't be that messy. That clumsy oaf is about to find himself in Azkaban'
Tom slid off his chair and stumped out of the room.