(A/N – This story was from the account EdwardCullen123 but I decided to make a new one solely on Harry Potter Fan Fictions, so voila!)
The Revenge of You-Know-Who
Chapter 1 – The Pursuer
I enter the classroom and freeze. Just meters in front of me stand the merciless, inhumane dark lord, you-know-who. He doesn't see me, but I sense that he is waiting for my arrival. Without a moment's hesitation I turn around and run towards the woman's washroom without making a sound. I know that won't stop him from tracking me down but at least it's a start. The other student's looks at me odd, but I don't care. I need to get away from him.
I am still confused in what I did to offend him so greatly. It has been days now that he has hunted me and I have succeeded in hiding. It's only been luck, and I'm starting to feel as though my luck has run out. I can tell that he's livid. I may be selfish to an outsider's perspective but when you have a mass-murderer chasing you, you want to stay hidden as long as possible. He killed two of my friends trying to find me. They were loyal, considerate, respectful and amazing girls. I will never forget them.
Unfortunately in my case, my pursuer is not just a regular human. He is a powerful wizard, the strongest of the century. That slightly gives me more of a reason to shield away. I locked the bathroom door to give me that second of an advantage to being free.
"Melissa..." I hear my name being called, a hissing at the end. I plug my ears, knowing about his hypnotic voice. I bite my lips, fighting against the sobs threatening to happen. "Melissa…" The voice rings in my head. Concentrate Melissa, think of happy things. Ignore his voice! I tell myself repeatedly.
Where are you Melissa? Don't force me to kill your friends, again. His voice echoes in my skull. No! He can't win, he can't get me again. I hear the bathroom door creak open. No! No! No! I hear him getting closer, and closer with each step. I lean back against the wall. "Melissa." he says again.
"NO!" I scream, tears flowing out. I pushed back on the wall, desperately trying to get away. He started opening the stall door and out of adrenaline, I rolled underneath the stall wall to the one beside it.
I hear him growl in frustration, which was a terrible mistake on my part. I begin to see moving images of my friends being tortured to death. Their piercing screams penetrate my ear drums. I cry out in anguish. The stall door opens and he simply smiles. He casts a spell on me which made me paralyzed momentarily. He walked towards me smiling wider and wider. Sleep. He said and I fell into darkness.
When I woke up the only thing I heard was a clock ticking back and forth. I clenched my teeth in annoyance. Why did my mom put the stupid clock in my room? I told her I didn't want it in here!
Wait a minute...
I soon realized that my wrists and ankles were tied up. I tried moving to see what positions I could perform. Then I remembered the bathroom. You-know-who came and then suddenly everything went dark. Oh no! This can't be! I thought to myself. I heard a door slam and I instantly stopped moving. I didn't want to appear as if I was awake.
Fool! His voice snapped in my head. Do you know how long you have hidden yourself? Do you know how much each second angers me?
I couldn't reply because of the gag in my mouth. I must have been screaming! You-know-who realized this because all of a sudden he walked over and grabbed the thing from my throat and yanked it. I screamed, not in pain but that he did it so quickly.
"No, I don't." I said in a shy voice. I didn't want to say any more than I have to.
"WEEKS!" He yelled at me, I winced in fear. He seemed to get larger and larger and myself getting smaller. I closed my eyes and turned my head in a different direction. I didn't want to see him. His skin is so translucent that looks blue. He has small red eyes, slits for a nose that reminds me of a snake, and a mouth in a never-ending frown. He looked absolutely terrifying and I didn't want to look in to his face anymore.
He muttered a spell and my head were forced towards him and my eyes held open by an invisible force. "You have angered me so much Melissa. Because of this I am going to kill more of your friends. It is your entire fault." He said calmly as if it was a regular everyday conversation. I could still here the rage in his voice.
Okay, that's enough! I thought to myself. I then tried with all my energy to get out of the ropes and to move my face. It was a very bad idea especially because my kidnapper was a wizard with many tricks up his sleeve.
Stop! He commanded my brain and I, unwillingly, calmed down. Now Melissa, we can make this very painful or very easy.
"NEVER! I WILL NEVER!" I yelled with all my might over and over again. You-know-who just stood there, staring at me, unblinking. I was still momentarily paralyzed so my words came out differently. He kept staring at me, rather glaring at me.
It felt like hours before You-know-who moved from his spot. For a few moments I thought he turned into stone.
"Crucio!" he muttered. I have suffered a lot of pain in my life from various things but this was by far the worst pain I had ever felt. I couldn't move because of the bounds holding me down. The fire pouring through my veins were un-be-liev-able.
"Please," I managed to moan, "Please please please! STOP!" I screamed. He finally ended the curse and I was so weak. I desperately wanted to sleep, I just wanted to lose consciousness and wake up from this nightmare. He forced me to stay awake but my body was screaming for rest. He finally left the room but I was still paralyzed and awake.
During the night I was thankful that I didn't have to use the washroom or it would have been the most humiliating time of my life, so far that is.
You-know-who never returned and my fatigue kept getting worse and worse. I desperately wanted to sleep, and every time my eyes drooped I'd be hit by an electric shot. This was terrible torture. I just wanted it to end. I knew what I had to do, I knew what I had to say.
"Fine." I breathed. I had barely the strength to open my mouth. "Fine," I said once more, "I'll give… you.. what you want."
"And what do I want." his voice pierced my head.
"I'm sorry…I was so scared. After seeing my friends – I" I thought in my head, praying he could hear me.
"What do I want Melissa?" he said out load, now in front of me. I didn't even jump when he suddenly was in front of me.
"After you…killed my friends…I…I just…I didn't know what to do." I mumbled my words, I was running out of energy. I started drooping my eyes more frequently.
He put his hand under my chin and lifted my face. I opened my eyes to the slightest. My eyes shut again and this time they didn't open.
I hear many voices all talking at once. Why can't they be quiet? Don't they know I'm sleeping?
"MELISSA! MELISSA!" I can make out, "MELISSA! WAKE UP!"
"Oh dear, she doesn't seem to be responding. Doctor, call the doctor in!" another voice yelled.
I opened my eyes, ready to yell at the intruders.
"MELISSA!" a few people said at once. I looked around.
I broke out in tears.
Laura, Sarah, Morgan, Jessie, Ben, Amanda, and my boyfriend Matt all stood around me with flowers, cards, and smiles.
"What happened?" I asked
Matt volunteered to say something first, he gave me the flowers and a kiss on the cheek, "We found you unconscious in the woman's washroom, you seemed so spooked when you got to school. When you started running, Ben and I tried to follow you but we couldn't find you. Finally after we told the teachers Morgan and the girls found you in the bathroom."
"Oh Melissa, it was so awful. You were covered in blood, and the look on your face…it's as if you saw death." Jessie started to cry as she explained.
What a horrible nightmare…I can't believe it.
"What did you see Melissa? What were you running from?" Laura asked me, and everyone set their eyes on me.
"It must have been a nightmare…because I thought there was this man chasing after me, and that he killed Sharlene and Leslie and that I was next and he followed me to school. I thought it was real. I just woke up from him torturing me! I felt the pain, I heard his voice in my head!" I began freaking out, "Am I going insane?"
My friends started to cry, Sarah then said "Melissa, the blood they found on you was Sharlene and Leslie's."
My heart stopped. "WHAT?" I screamed. At that point the doctor had walked in,
"Hello Melissa, my name is Dr. Riddle. I am glad to see that you are finally awake. Must have been quite the dream eh?" the doctor smiled at me. I recognized him from somewhere, but I couldn't place it.
"What happened? Where is Sharlene and Leslie? Why was their blood on my clothes?" I demanded.
"If you could all excuse us please, I'd like to speak with Melissa in private if that's alright with you?" the doctor turned from me and asked.
They all walked out, their eyes on me the whole time as they left the room.
"So tell me Melissa, the truth, what did you see? What were you running from?" the doctor asked again.
Suddenly it dawned on me, "What's your first name?" I said quickly, eyeing him suspiciously. His last name is Riddle.
"Why, aren't you a curious one, but my name is Jon. Why the question?" he laughed.
"No reason…" I answered back, Jon Riddle. "Do you have any relatives named Tom?"
His faced made the slightest movement, but he quickly composed himself. "Why are you asking this Melissa?"
"Because Tom Riddle attacked me last night, and he is responsible for the deaths of my two friends."
"Tom Riddle?" His voiced cracked. "Are you sure?"
I was suddenly alarmed, "Yes…why?"
The doctor took a deep breath before he said, "That's my older brother."
"WHAT?" I screamed, "GET A WAY FROM ME!"
"Melissa, calm down." Dr. Riddle yelled back.
"Yes Melissa, calm down. You do not want to anger my brother." his voice spoke in my head.
I screamed bloody murder.
The Doctor took me by the shoulders, "Melissa! What is it? What's going on?"
"Don't tell him Melissa." Voldemort's voice rang.
"Vo…Voldemort's…his voice is in my head." I splurted out quickly.
"MELISSA! YOU FOOL." His anger gave me a pounding headache.
"Voldemort?" the doctor repeated.
"Hello Brother, long time no see." this time Voldemort's voice wasn't in my head. He was here.
Oh. My. God.
