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The two Slytherins and I finish our Fire Whiskey and descend the hidden stairs. When we land on the maze floor, the stairs slowly shift back into the high foliaged wall, the second level hidden once more.
“I believe it’s time to get Hermione back to the library. It wouldn’t fair well to die before we even get our hands dirty” , Zabini says while looking at his black watch.
“Before I go back at least tell me what’s happening tonight?” I began to follow Draco and Blaise back towards the Manor.
Draco slows down as I catch up, he stares in amazement at the flowers trailing behind.
“My father has been very secretive about it, honestly, he hasn’t even told my mother.”, says Draco.
“Great, I’m sure it will be something horrendous?” I mutter as we reach a door.
Blaise and Draco stared at each other before staring down at my slim frame.
Blaise is the one to speak.
“Hermione, we are sure to walk into the very depths of immorality tonight”, Blaise stares once again dark and mysterious.
Draco shows me a secret pathway that leads directly to the Library door. The wooden wall moves seamlessly back into the wall, as if there wasn’t a long corridor on the other side. I look around quickly before slipping into the library once more.
I grab a random book on Wizard history throughout Britain and perch myself by the settee that was glittered with moonlight. The pillows were rather comfy, and the liquor Draco gave me was starting to make my head hazy. I laid my head on the rich velvet pillow and close my eyes.
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“Wake up little faery princess”, hums a deep voice.
I’m startled awake from my impromptu nap by Riddle’s hot breath on my ear. I turn over in confusion and I’m swept away in his kiss. Riddle has pinned me down to the velvet settee and continues kissing me passionately. He sucks and bites my lips with fervor. His shadowy magic caresses my body like phantom hands. I’m lost away in his power and I moan.
Riddle pulls away smirking, he begins straightening his suit. “you taste like fire whiskey” drawls Tom. He lowers his hand and I grab it, still shaken from my sleep.
“I had one in the sitting room and it left me quite dizzy. Narcissa was kind enough to lead up here to rest until the main event, I must have dozed off…” I lie, I can still feel the heavy cling of whiskey and his magic thrumming through my blood and it leaves me uneasy. I wonder if he can tell that I’m lying? I quickly glance over at him while we head towards what I assume is where the main event is to be held.
Riddle led us down an unfamiliar dark corridor with borrowed brows it seemed so out of place with his perfect face, although Riddle was a conundrum in this own right. I assume because his soul didn’t match his gorgeous face.
We pass sleeping portraits of Malfoy’s fair headed forbearers, they seemed to be haughtier the farther the bloodline procured back. Riddle glances sideways and catches that I have been staring at him deep in thought.
“And what is on my little lioness’s mind?”
I snap my eye forward in humored mortification. How big is this place?
“I was just thinking how handsome you are and that it really didn’t fit with how evil you can be” I say breathlessly as we continue to travel throughout the maze of halls. Riddle stops at an unsuspicious brown door.
“How evil I can be? I’m sure you must mean how evil I am” , Riddle says this as he backs me into the door and hovers over me, a breath away, as he stares into my eyes with a devilish gleam. Tom grabs my neck and gently caresses as he awaits my answer.
“You’re not evil all the time, not when we are simply discussing magical theory or when we are reading by the fire, you are certainly more tolerable… and there even times when I forget that you are a Dark Lord that has murdered my friends and pilfered my freedom”
and It’s that very reason why you must be defeated Tom. I think as I stare back with softened eyes, my gold magic cautiously swirled around his waves of dark aura. Riddle stares with a strange glint in his eyes. I lower my head and he gently lifts it towards his gaze once more.
“I do believe that if I would have met you in my youth, that I would be different then how I am now”, Tom says this faintly, his magic intensified, and I began to swoon in desire.
“However, my little princess … I am already too far gone down the pathway of darkness”, Riddle sensuously places his lips onto mine and kisses me lightly. I return the kiss, swimming in his dark waves.
Riddle finally breaks that kiss and stares at my puffy lips and heavy-lidded eyes, it seemed he liked the effect he had on me.
” I shall truly revel when I lead you down the same very path” Murmurs Lord Voldemort.

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Old Friends.
Tom Riddle opens the brown door and we are greeted with an expansion of silvered green hills, outside once more I muse as we head towards what I assume is the eastern gardens. Tom has given me a sober up potion and I’m quite grateful, although I’m almost certain it was for his benefit and my misery.
We finally arrive to the eastern garden mazes. There are a crowd of people as we approach. I notice Draco and Zabini standing off with Nott, Pansy, and Rosier Jr, they seem to be observing the flowing flock of the upper echelons of wizarding society. I notice that there are about a hundred more people since dinner. I see Ginny and Percy standing towards the shadows, Ginny is once again under the imperio spell her eyes are glazed and blank when we pass by. She doesn’t even recognize me I think as my throat tightens, Percy hasn’t met my gaze since I’ve been back from hiding. coward I think bitterly.
Apparently, everyone was waiting for the Dark Lord to arrive before entering. We approach Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa near the entrance of the fanged archway. Malfoy turns and smiles devilishly when he sees that we are finally here. Narcissa smiles at me and motions for Draco to grab her arm. I reach out my magic toward her and could tell she has well hidden disgust and fear, the surface showed cold grace.
Narcissa feared tonight.
Riddle grabs unto my arm before whispering softly into my ears. “Hermione, there is simply nothing you can do about tonight, you will watch, you will not be a heroic Gryffindor, you will sit and observe. I will not order you to do this because you will do this. understood?”
I shiver at his words and nod meekly. I notice that Draco has observed our subtle discourse and has clenched fist. Riddle notice as well and smiles at Draco with feigned innocence and grabs me closer.
Malfoy Sr. points his wand to his throat before saying with magnified voice “Ladies and Gentlemen I hope you all ready for a night of depravity, inside you will observe prisoners and terrorist of our Prime Minister Riddle’s reign. They will have the chance to fight their darkest fears… not many will survive” Malfoy waits as the excited whispers among the crowd die down. Bellatrix is once again happy as she jumps up and down with exhilaration.
Lucius Malfoy bows and extends his arm toward the blackened maze.
“and now friends I introduce you to the Death Games”, at his word the cobra archway intensifies and large black marbled structure stretched high like it’s sister garden’s foliage wall.
I clench my hand over Riddle’s own in fear, I know it was quite ironic, but I didn’t care, I was scared. I’m bound to see old friends and… I let go of his hand and stare at him knowingly.
That’s why Riddle dressed me in black...a symbol of mourning. Riddles smiles in acknowledgement.
Riddle and I follow Malfoy and Narcissa, the rest follow behind. We have entered a massive oval colosseum. Like the one in Italy, however, this structure has made entirely of hard obsidian. The black stone was carved into the benches that continued to stretch at least thirty levels up. The center was the shape of a runner’s track and the walls were at least twenty feet from the first spherical row of seats. I shiver at the palpable promise of death and torture.
We are led my Malfoy to a center box, there are about twenty comfortable seats, including two black obsidian thrones. The viewing box was covered from all sides expect the front, I assume this will be where Riddle’s inner circle will watch the horror. Riddle leads me to the two black thrones and we sit. Malfoy and Narcissa sit next to Riddle’s left side and Severus Snape sits on my right side. Next, Draco sits beside the headmaster and gives me a smile, as if to say be strong.
Bellatrix and the rest of the inner circle arrive and take their seats. I also notice that the German wizards and the Prime Mister of Brazil are also seated close to the front. They are whispering excited among each other, my stomach lurches at nearly everyone’s excitement for death and torture. I suppose only a few selected people looked highly uncomfortable, Draco and Narcissa were a few, and surprisingly Headmaster Snape. Snape has always been a man that kept to himself and the shadows, preferring to stay locked away in his potions lab. However, I’m sure he was forced here like the rest of us. Snape’s tunneled eyes were void of all emotion as he slowly sipped his fire whiskey.
It’s been nearly fifteen minutes before the rest of the hundreds of people have sat and the chatter has died down significantly. A blank-faced muggle walks around with a tray of drinks, she’s naked except for a grey shift dress. Her mouse brown hair was placed in a high ponytail and she had the Malfoy crest branded on her left wrist. I stare in revulsion as she walks throughout the black box and refills refreshments. Once it seems that majority of everyone is seated Malfoy rises and heads towards the center of the boxed room.
“And now ladies and gentlemen, I shall initiate the first prisoner’s trial. If you look towards the left and right walls, there will be information on the prisoner and their crimes… now enough with the pleasantries” and with those words, the entire obsidian structure goes black. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest. I glance to the left and can still see Riddle’s dark magic simmering.
All is dark before the right and left walls light up in dazzling shimmery magic before magicking into a gigantic screen, on the screen is a portrait of rather ramshackle middle-aged women, she looked frightened and half her face was burned badly. Below her scared avatar, cursive wording was beginning to show:
Prisoner 5671XXVi
Name: Glynnis Fenwick
Age; 36
Blood Status: Muggleborn
Crime: Treason against the Ministry
Lights are turned on from somewhere above and the stage below is finally illuminated again. Where it was once a smooth stoned platform, the arena has now been conjured to resemble a dark forest of Cyprus trees. In the middle was a huge white slab of stone. All is quiet in the arena, not a movement is heard before the lower gate is raised high and a the shaken and burned Glynnis Fenwick is forced out.
The slightly overweight witch looks around in fright. She must not know what’s going on I observe. I clutch the end of the throne handle tightly and my golden knuckles turn white in apprehension. It’s too quiet… I think suddenly. The middle ages women must have thought the same thing because she runs to the nearest Cyprus tree and crouches low. She uses this time to view her surroundings. The entire coliseum is quite with a mixture of fear and excitement.
I notice that Malfoy Sr has a very dark gleam in his eyes as he views something in the corner of the arena. I follow his gaze and see a slow crouching form on four legs began to prowl its way to the injured witch. She has decided to take this time to grab a large stick, it seemed she was trying to shape it into a spear, but really, she was just giving off her location to the mysterious predator. I finally glimpse a large red black scorpion tail and my blood runs ice cold as I gasp loudly.
Riddle glances at me and smiles darkly. “Hermione have you seen something?”, he slowly drinks his fire whiskey and stares at my chagrin.
“Manticore”, is all I whisper slowly as I close my eyes tightly.
“Ahh my Lord, it seems Miss Heartland has exceptional eyesight, you are quite right Miss Heartland. I assure you that many more atrocities will be seen tonight.” Malfoy Sr says this with crazed eyes, he motions for the imperio muggle women to refill his glass. I continued to stare in unspoken horror.
The manticore’s tawny lion body was rippled with muscles and brutal scars. His face, which was very much human formed was anything but human, his eyes were red, and his jaws dripped with thick frothy saliva. Lastly, it’s scorpion tail was glistening with black poison. It seemed to sizzle when it dripped to the soft grassed arena. The box section where we sat was completely silent, by now the witch has moved onward to the stone slab in the center, she still does not know what hunts her quietly.
“Open your eyes, Hermione, you will watch this. It will make you a stronger queen for me”, Riddle whispers this to me gently and I slowly open my eyes, knowing that he can order me to open anytime. I whimper as the burnt witch finally hears a twig snap behind her, she turns in fear and out approaches the manticore’s face from the shadowed bushes. It stares at her with sentient intelligence, perhaps waiting to strike.
Glynnis stares at the shadowed face in confusion, sounds from in the arena must be magically amplified because we hear the witch say,
“Barry is that you? I …I thought you were dea-ahh!”
The manticore slowly stalks out and towards the ragged witch, as if to show her that Barry was no more, It’s scorpion tail was raised for attack.
It’s truly a magnificent beast to be held. It was about the size of a motorcycle, the manticore’s face was so human-looking that it was truly horrific to see. The poor witch snaps out of it and runs toward the white stone slab. She makes it about halfway there before the manticore's scorpion tail pierces through her left shoulder blade.
The witch screams in absolute pain as she’s slowly dragged on top of the stone slab by the manticore’s sharp jaws. I faintly remember Professor Grubblyplank telling us that manticore venom could paralyze a full-grown male in five minutes, although they will still feel everything. I repeat this unhelpful information out loud, a bad habit from my school years. It takes about three minutes before the women’s screams are silenced.
The crowd jeers and screams as the women is slowly devoured alive. The manticore croons slowly as he devours the witch. It’s quite unsettling to hear the manticore hum softly as he ate, it was as if the monster was singing to her as he devoured her. A sickening crunch is heard as the beast breaks into the ribcage. I grow nauseated and turn my heard to the right. I see that Draco is paler than usual and has also decided to look away from the spectacle. Snape just stares ahead with harden eyes and drinks his liquor. I finally turn to see my left side.
Riddle stares at the carnage in bored reflection, as if a witch being devoured by a beast alive as simply another weekend spectacle, it probably was for him I think sickly.
Malfoy Sr and Bellatrix both had faces of hunger. Narcissa, unlike her sister, was visibly uncomfortable, I could tell by her white gripped knuckles and her cooled eyes. I don’t dare turn around and see how the other spectators were faring.
I continue to stare at Lucius Malfoy, the cold pompous gentlemen was nowhere to be seen, instead, a blood-crazed man sat. His eyes were what changed, they had a deviant craze. Riddle notices that I was staring at Lucius with wide eyes and leans over before saying
“In a way, I assume Lucius is more of a monster then even I am, he truly has an art form with torture”
I stare at Riddle with hatred before turning my eyes back to the horror.
The arena goes dark.
The bloody manticore and mangled witches’ body vanishes with the darkness.

The arena is lit once more, and the scene has shifted to a very familiar forest.
A portion of the Forbidden Forest looks to have been transported to the arena, although it was most likely a conjure. The ancient forest trees were heavy with silence. The heavy gate is raised again and out walks a softly coated centaur with long sandy blond hair and tail. I instantly look at Draco and he looks back. We knew this centaur. It was Firenze our old Divination Professor, he also saved Harry from Riddle in his first year. I hear Riddle growl when he noticed
The screen flashes with the new prisoner information.
Prisoner: 00318XVX
Name: Firenze
Age: unknown
Blood Status: Centaur
Crime: Accomplice with the Order of the Phoenix.
Firenze slowly observers the area with wise eyes, his ears seem to twitch at the slightest noise, he notices a bow near the gate and quickly grabs the bow and arms it with an arrow. Firenze senses something we do not. I continue to stare with baited breath. How did Firenze get caught? I haven’t heard anything about him since fleeing seventh year.
“Miss Heartland this specific nightmare was actually supposed to be for your dear Ronald Weasley, however due to unforeseen circumstances, this centaur has taken his place... A pity really, I would have loved to hear the little blood traitor cry before being devoured... fear not, I’ve been told that both species of the beast have been fighting over the Forbidden Forest for centuries, so this shall still be quite enjoyable.” Lucius says softly while looking at my horrified eyes with lust. My eyes widen a fraction as I understand his clue.
I know exactly what beast lurked among the trees, and as if to finally make its appearance known, the entire arena echoes with an excited clinking sound.
Firenze fire two quick arrows into the hidden tree line, before a sharp shrill sound, is heard. A large black shadow drops from the tree shadows and slowly creeps over to the alert centaur.
“I shall liquefy your flesh and dine as you watch centaur,” says a high-pitched sound, it wasn’t human.
A gigantic acromantula submerges from the heavily packed trees. Screams of alarm are heard throughout the arena as the black and hairy acromantula full body is seen. It’s the size of a horse, and its legs were double that… at least a fifteen-foot leg span. Firenze’s two arrows were true to aim and were lodged rather deeply into two of the giant spiders eight eyes. The wounds dripped with a thick whitish fluid. I’m transfixed in my seat with pure terror, this was supposed to be Ronald down there I think as I helplessly watch Firenze and the acromantula battle. Firenze is faster at running and firing off arrows, every single one meets its mark; however, they seem to just be irritating the spider then causing much harm. Soon, the spider rushes forward and tries to strike with its very sharp chelicerates. The first strike misses Firenze as he dodges to the side. The giant acromantula shrieks in fury, six of her eight eyes were black and blank of emotion. The second strike pierces the prophetic centaur on his muscled back. Firenze wails in pain and the spider’s pinchers click in frenzied excitement as Firenze reaches for his back in shock as if he did not foresee his own failing, or perhaps he was reaching for the arrows forgetting that he ran out.
The centaur drops the futile bow and slowly tries to walk away from the hungered beast. He finally falls in a patch of moonlight defeated. I stare in horror as tears fall down my face. Firenze’s body is still twitching as if his brain did not know that the fight was up. His hoofed legs continued to kick out as the spider’s deadly chelicerates began piercing his soft underbelly. The acromantula venom must have finally reached his nervous system because the old divination professor finally stops moving; his glassy knowing eyes stare at the moonlight in glassed ignorance. The clinking sound of the acromantula fastens with the arachnid’s excitement. I feel the tears freely falling down my cheeks, I feel as each drop unceremoniously falls onto my black dress, the faint rhythm is heard over the clinking pinchers of the acromantula. I feel Snape reach over and squeezes my hand before whispering faintly.
“It’s a brave new world princess,”
I squeeze his hand back.
I wish I could say that I grew accustomed to the depravity of Lucius Malfoy’s mind, however, every single slaughter was more horrific than the next. Narcissa has already left the arena, feigning that she was tired and had social functions in the morning. Draco was still here, however, he was particularly green in the face and sweaty after a mugggleman (whose crime was snapping out of his master’s imperio), was suffocated and then eaten by a Lethifold. The arena was set up in a large circular dais with tall archways. Each archway had what seemed to be billowing black curtains. The muggle man was attacked by the billowing Lethifold. He screamed “What are you?” the whole time. He died never knowing what his demise was. I shudder at the thought. Riddle thought it was hilarious, of course.
we were about an hour into the spectacle of death, the crowd grew drunk with bloodlust and liquor. I could just feel the demand for more torture in that air. Humans were simply barbaric I think as see a very familiar scene before me. Harry and Ron’s dorm room at Hogwarts. I spent enough time in there planning the demise of Riddle to know. The bunk beds were messy just like in my memories. Scarlet and gold were spattered throughout the warm and cozy boys dormitory. It looked quite wrong in this place.
I automatically sit up and lean forward, who… I stare at the screens; my heart was in the throat. Two names pop up and I stare in horror.
Prisoner: 0033XXII
Name: Dean Thomas
Age: 23
Blood Status: half-blood
Crime: Terrorist from Dumbledore’s Army

Prisoner: 67IICX
Name: Seamus Finnigan
Age: 24
Blood Status: half-blood
Crime: Terrorist from Dumbledore’s Army

The faces of my old Gryffindor comrades show on the screen. Dean looks the same, his brown skin was somewhat darker, and he has grown a beard. Seamus Finnigan has seen better days, he was missing his left eye and his pinky and ring finger on his left wrist. He still had his impish looks though.
They are both released one after another, Dean arrives in his mock dormitory with a wary approach, he turns around when he sees Seamus and they embrace with tight hugs.
I feel my heart constrict. I can’t watch this. I can’t. I began to rise, and I feel as Riddle put his hands on my thigh, blocking my way. I stare at him and mouth the word “please”. He stares at me before shaking his head slightly before turning to watch the reunion below. I stare ahead with tears in my eyes. I refused to glance to the left and see Snape and Draco.
The two Gryffindors are trying to peer into the stands but it seems that the lights are too bright.
“ Show yer faces you, cowards! I bet you wouldn’t last a minute down here!” , shouts Seamus.
Lucius stands near the front of the box and says in a clear booming voice, his voice had been altered.
“ TWO WIZARDS ENTER, ONE WIZARD LEAVES. FIGHT TO THE DEATH”
Draco and I both stare at his father in complete shock…they were best friends, like "Harry and Ron" best friends. I remember them being inseparable the first three years at school. Lucius really did his sick homework… the silvered bastard.
“Fuck you! I would never fight my best mate! You're going to have to kill me!”, bellowed Dean. He pumps his fist in the air as Seamus agrees wholeheartedly.
Malfoy Sr. swishes his wand and the gates open once more. A little girl in Gryffindor Hogwarts robes walks out onto the arena, her long plaited hair clicked softly as her glass beads moved with her movement. She was scared, tears were streaming down her face. I notice both Seamus and Dean’s faces turn white with fear.
“Madison!” , Dean yells as he tries to run towards his little sister, but it seemed an invisible wall kept the sibling Gryffindors apart. Seamus grabbed a heavy oak chair and tries to break the charm. The chair just breaks apart into sharply jagged planks of wood.
“ Dean! I want mommy and daddy! I want mommy Dean!” screamed the little first year as she banged on the wall.
Malfoy has silenced Dean and Seamus’s irate ranting and futile threats.
“ YOU WILL FIGHT TO THE DEATH OR THE GIRL DIES IN BOTH YOUR PLACES”, bellowed Malfoy, he clearly and utterly devoid of sanity. His voice came out haunting and cursed. I continue to stare as I see Seamus continue to try and break the glassed charm. When will he see that it was futile? they were not going to save his best friend’s sister that way. I frantically began crying again, these men were my comrades. I stare at Draco and see that he is downing a bottle of fire whiskey.
It seems that Dean has come to the same realization as me because he grabs the beater bat and stalks towards Seamus. His eyes were full of grief. Seamus turns just in time to be stricken on the front of his head. The blow is heard throughout the arena and Madison’s screams grow louder as her brother and his best friend began fighting in the Gryffindor dormitory, a place they spent much of their friendship. Seamus has gained leverage and was pounding Dean in the head and chest. Dean has covered his head as best as he can as Seamus continues to pound blow after blow. The little first year was pounding on the glass wall in pure terror, staring at her bloodied brother. I notice that Snape has his hands balled into a tight fist and is staring straight ahead at the little girl.
I stare at Riddle, he seems to have been completely bored by the entire spectacle, besides when the muggle man died not ever knowing what exactly was suffocating him. I grab his hand. Our magic flares and he stares at me with a perfectly arched brow.
“Please intervene…please” I pleaded softly. I let my magic caress him softly. He stares at me before returning his gaze towards the spectacle. The crowd roared while the two men continued to pummel the each other.
“ Hermione, I would be careful with your wishes, I shall not bestow two gifts. Besides, could you really choose between two best friends?”
I stare at Riddle, he was trying to hint at something I realized. I slowly turn my head towards my friends and their battle. Dean was now on top and he was beating Seamus with the strewn beaters bat. He was screaming insanely as tears and blood poured from his face. Seamus finally ends the fight when he reaches for the broken chair and drives the broken leg through Dean’s chest. The sickening squelch in heard throughout out the arena as Dean falls over, shock still etched on his eyes. Seamus just screams “ I’m sorry…I’m sorry” over and over again. Madison is screaming bloody murder at sight the Dean’s chest squirting blood onto the dark wood floors. I have bitten my tongue and can taste blood, the saltiness lets me know this isn't a nightmare.
The arena is darkened once more and what takes place is a greenhouse. The area is filled with a variety of flora and fauna. I stare at the screen waiting for the next victim of these games.
Prisoner: 000110XXV
Name: Neville Longbottom
Age: 24
Blood Status: pureblood
Crime: Affiliations with Desirable No 1.

By now I can’t say that I’m surprised, The boys and I thought Neville died a long time ago. Two years ago he stopped sending messages, that usually means you’re dead or captured. I feel tears brim to my eyes as Neville Longbottom walks toward his death with his head held high. The greenhouse was eerily silent as Neville approached. He still looked the same, but he toned up. He was no longer the chubby nervous kid, instead, he was muscled and tall.
It was his eyes that changed the most though, even upon the cursed black throne I could see that he was dead inside. He walked to the giant wiggling plant in the center of the arena. It was a ghastly size, it seemed to be a hybrid between venomous tentacula, devils snare, and a muggle venus fly trap. It had a gigantic head with harry black leaves and red prickly fangs. It’s “body” was a writhing mass of oily black vines, as thick as a man's torso. It easily latches onto the already defeated Neville and begins to drag him to the creature’s mouth. Neville didn’t fight, he just allowed the creature to slowly drag him towards it’s gaping maw.
I stare at Riddle, he has finally sat up from his chair and was watching with fascination, his black eyes were following the slow procession of hunger.
“Master…please” I ask again, I cannot bear to watch another friend die, I will jump down this wall before I let Neville be dragged to his death. Fight Neville I think in futile. Riddle stares at me again with irritation in his eyes.
“ Hermione, I’ve waited all night for this very finale” growled Riddle as he gazed his eyes back to Neville. By now the monstrous plant was squeezing him tightly…any moment now and his spine was going to break.
“ You... you said that you needed a someone to tend your garden supply, you wanted to add more dangerous plants and didn’t have the time to tend to them, right? Well, Neville is a prodigy with herbology, seriously he would be able to help and he’s pureblood, why waste pureblood? Please, Tom, he’s my friend.”, I whisper to him in anguish as I hysterically slide from the throne and bow before Riddle. I instantly feel his magic leap towards me and I look into Riddle’s eyes, my gold orbs held nothing but mercy. I don’t care if I have to beg, I can't see any more of my friends die.
Riddle stares at me with what seems like softened eyes, but the look quickly changes to amusement. No, I didn’t see softness from Riddle, he’s the enemy and he has never forgotten that. Riddle stares at Neville’s purpled form then back to my bowing one.
The rest of the box is staring at us, curious to see Riddle’s decision.
“ You beg so prettily Hermione... I shall spare your friend, however, you must be the one to take care of your pet, I simply have too much to do, then nurse a broken boy back to health… Lucius spare this pathetic creature a death he is not even worthy of.”, says Voldemort in finality.
“ As you wish my Lord”, drawls Malfoy Sr as he swishes his wand and the arena goes black., The crowd begins to murmur in confusion before the arena is alighted again and a hazy lake is shown. I can tell that Malfoy Sr is somewhat annoyed that Neville escaped his well-planned out death. Get over it you pompous sadistic peacock I fume in silence.
Riddle grabs my arm and lifts me gently from the obsidian floor.
“ Come, Hermione, I do believe that we shall call it a night, Severus, do bring Hermione’s new project along with you, he can sleep in the kitchens with the house elves. Lucius a pleasure like always.”, Tom does not wait for an answer as he leads me towards the box exit. Everyone rises and bows, I catch Draco’s grey eyes and he stares back with remorse … as if this whole macabre nightmare was his fault. No Draco we are dealt the hands we are given and you are nothing like your father. His eyes soften when I smile sadly.
I turn to glimpse a kappa approaching a chained goblin. I quickly close my eyes and lean my head into Riddle’s black jacket.
“Thank you” I whisper quietly as we walk across the lawn to the apparating zone.
“Think nothing of it princess”, Is all Tom says as he grabs me into his arms and whisks us back home.
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