Professor Riddle: The History Professor's Breakdown

Professor Riddle, long known as the deranged History Professor at Hogwarts, burst into the Great Hall, a smile on his face. The smile, didn't suit him, neither did the muggle clothes.

"You are all awesome."

Had it been any other teacher, bar Snape, it would probably be a compliment. Coming from Professor Riddle, it made even the bravest of students want to crawl and hide, scared for their life.

When the History of Magic lesson came around, only 10 out of 30 students showed up. They were Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Crabbe, Goyle, and Daphne Greengrass.

Professor Riddle was snoring away at the Teacher's table so they decided to engage themselves in a game of truth or dare, not bothering to wake up their teacher.

30 minutes later and it was basically just Dare, Dare, or Dare. Hermione had been tasked with stealing a book from the Library's restricted section, kicking Filch's dirty little cat and kissing Professor Snape on the lips, tongue and all. Harry had to give Daphne a lap dance and throw dungbombs into Filch's office. Ron had to start a elf food fight in the kitchens, start a flash mob, and barf on Professor Umbridge. Draco had to write to his father stating that he had fallen in love with a goat, tell Professor McGonagall that he was as gay as Dumbledore and had kiss Myrtle. Neville, Pansy and Daphne all had to flood the dungeons, smack Dumbledore for 'Just Being Too Damn Awesome' and braid Professor Sinistra's hair. Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle had to exocise Peeves, kiss the Giant Squid and ask Hagrid to marry them (which Hagrid kindly refused)

Near the end of the lesson, about 5 minutes left, Professor Riddle woke up, told them that their homework would be to write about what they had done, due the following class. They were all done right as the bell rang.

He didn't pay any attention to the 1st year students, but told them to read about the Chamber of Secrets and explain why the hell the entrance is in the girl's bathroom and what the chamber's primary defense is. He started to see what they had done, tears piling up as he read the essays, and realized just how much fun they had had without them.

He dismissed his class late for lunch and stormed into the Great Hall screaming.
"NONE OF MY SLYTHERIN/GRYFFINDOR 5th YEAR CLASS THAT ACTUALLY SHOWED UP TODAY ARE AWESOME ANYMORE! YOU HAD SO MUCH FUN WITHOUT ME!" and he fell to the floor, tears rolling down his slightly aged cheeks.

"WHY?"

"You know, I've always said Riddle was deranged, this just proves it."

"I think we've all known this for years."

"Even though he's a teacher, even I have to say that if he hadn't become a teacher, he probably would of the Next Dark Lord."

"If he had, I bet he'd get 2 Special Services to the School. One for killing Myrtle. The other for accepting that he needs psychiatric help."

"Ron, there isn't a psychiatric hospital fit enough to contain Tom Riddle."

This is just a random thought that occured to me while reading fanfiction. I accept prompts. I'm aiming to write at least 3 times a week. So be on the lookout for updates.

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Time Range: 1 Week

Genre 1: Humor

Rated: T

Language: English

Length: 5K Words

Status: In Progress

World: Books