Story [Harry Potter] The Death Vanquisher - one shot - Tom Riddle has a special vistor at the orphanage

Author: darksideyesplease
Genre: Angst, Drama, Horror
Universe: Harry Potter
Characters: Tom Riddle


Death Vanquisher



A black fog plagued the air of the small, square-shaped room. The air was heavy and hard to breathe in; everything within an inch of vision was blurred beyond recognition. There lay an eleven year old boy on his bed, seemingly unfazed by his surroundings. His arms crossed behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling and at nothing.

Footsteps were coming ever closer down the hallway. He did not move. There was a knock at the wooden door that was his only barrier from the whining and crying. He did not move. The door opened slightly and there was the voice.

?Tom?? She whispered, almost as if she was afraid to wake him and feel his anger. ?Tom are you awake??

He did not move.

She opened the door so that she could just step in, trying her best to not let the door creak. She saw his eyes open, but he did not look at her, he did not move at all. She walked to the end of the bed and she too did not seem to be bothered by the thick black fog that surely had to burn the lungs.

?Tom, you have a visitor.? She said politely.

He moved.

His head turned ever so slightly so that his penetrating eyes were looking into her soul.

?I never get visitors.? He scoffed.

?You do today; will you please come with me?? Again, her politeness was off the page.

Tom glared viciously at her but his curiosity was now peaked. He sat up and shifted his feet over the side of the bed so that his feet met the floor. He once again took in her eyes in his own. He then stood and followed her out of his small room.

They came to a staircase that was surrounded by more of the black fog. Vision was at a premium, it was getting thicker and thicker, each step they took up the staircase.

?Who is here to see me?? Tom asked.

She did not answer his question. She made no noise at all, even as her dress shoes hit the wooden floor, no sound was emitting from her whatsoever.

Finally they came to a stop and she stood in front of a door. She opened it for him and backed away, letting him enter.

Tom stood at the threshold of the door and gazed into a room that was free of the black smog. Even as the door sat open for several seconds, the room seemed immune to the blackness. It could not penetrate this room. It was some sort of magic.

A woman sat in the room, seemingly made of light. She did not face Tom, but instead faced the Head Caretaker?s desk, as if she had just been having a conversation with someone on the other side. Alas, there was no one else in the room but her.

?What?s this?? Tom asked, looking back at the caretaker.

She did not move. She did not speak.

Tom glared at her before turning back towards the woman who refused to face him. He decided enough was enough and took one step past the threshold. The black smog followed him, as if it was a part of his aura. It did not fill the whole room, but simply surrounded his body as he took yet another step inside.

The door closed behind him. He was now alone with this mysterious woman.

Tom coughed for the first time. This room was painful to him. The black fog rushed to his aide and forced the seemingly clean air away from his face.

The woman turned and looked at him. He was looking into his own eyes.

Her skin was pale, her hair black. Her robes were too nice for her, he could tell. She did not know how to pull off the ensemble she was wearing.

?Who are you?? He asked.

She turned away from his gaze, embarrassed. She walked towards the window behind the desk and looked out of it. The rain outside was fierce and dark. The droplets clinging to the window seemed a purplish-black.

?I shouldn?t have come.?

Tom actually felt something in the pit of his stomach that he couldn?t explain.

?Tom,? she cried, turning back to meet his gaze.

She knelt down onto one knee to be face to face with him. She held out her hand, begging him to take it in his own.

He couldn?t explain the feeling in his stomach or what made him hold out his own

 

Love the dialogue.

Great twist.