Eating Death By the Spoonful
Chapter 1: Such Horrible Things
The Great Hall was bright with the hopes of many students preparing for the departure home. The school year was ending, and so were all the grueling exams. 'Soon,' he thought, 'I won't be faced with these blood traitors.' Tom Marvolo Riddle, a handsome boy of 16 thought soundly with a smirk upon his striking features. The blood of a true Slytherin flowed through his veins, making him feel as if he was to be the one to rid the world of the filth known and 'Mudbloods'. Taking a seat at his house table he sat quietly and listened in on the conversations of his fellow students, munching contently on a piece of toast. The smiling faces of his peers intoxicated him, making him cringe with partial jealousy. 'How could they be so happy, feel as if they can be so lovingly?' Tom asked no one but himself, 'Its incredible, the muggles are intoxicating them with their… humane emotions.'
"Tom! What do you think about this whole ordeal?" A quirky voice chirped in his ear, breaking Tom's train of thought. His head snapped up and he looked into the familiar warm brown eyes and pearly white smile of Lucretia Black. He turned and smirked at her raising an eyebrow.
"It seems I have missed the most of your conversation, what ordeal are you speaking about?" Tom spoke, his voice dark and yet kind at the same moment. Lucretia smiled brightly and nodded towards Ophelia, a Gryffindor, a few years younger than them.
"She tried to ask a Malfoy to be with her, as in she wanted to date him, poor little blood traitor doesn't even realize a Malfoy wouldn't give her or any other little half blood the time of day," Lucretia snickered and looked at the Malfoy boy who seemed to be tramatized. Tom just shook his head and smiled at him as Lucretia continued, "what do you think you'd do in his situation Riddle?"
Tom just shook his head and winked in her direction, "No worries, do you really think that a blood traitor as in that one would even think of speaking to me? But then again who could blame them," Tom trailed off in a sarcastic tone as Lucretia laughed along with the rest of his gang.
"Your so full of yourself Tom," Lucretia joked, ruffling his hair lightly. Tom just stood up nodded to them, alerting them he was leaving for the common room, and he made a quick departure. Tom's shoes clicked on the stone ground and the sound of laughter filled his ears. Sun settling on his face making his dark eyes seem as if they were the same shade of his hair and heart.
"Hey Tom," A high pitched voice sounded from beside him, he looked over to his left and saw a Ravenclaw girl, Myrtle her name was, just another blood traitor, he sneered at her and continued walking, the smile on her face vanishing. He smirked to himself as he knew that today another blood traitor would meet their justly demise.
For weeks now, blood traitors had been injured by 'strange' occurrences, no one knew but Tom who was really behind these attacks. Himself. Shortly after opening the Chamber of Secrets Tom Riddle felt like the most powerful wizard in the world, this all being a result of setting the basilisk loose in the school.
Entering the common room Tom knew that each step he took would lead him closer to his goal of domination, to his goal of ridding the world of half bloods and mudbloods alike. This gave him great pride and a slight feeling of happiness in the pit of his gut.
Sitting on the plush leather couches of the empty Slytherin common room Tom was enveloped in the cool smooth leather. The cool against his skin calmed his now racing heart, and he exhaled sharply, letting all the steam out of his head. Thoughts were rushing through his head like rapids, causing him to feel woozy and unbalanced. It was only early morning and he had yet to have prepared for any of his classes the next day. But there were far more important things to worry about than simple things like homework. Tom abruptly stood up and rushed out of the common room, he speed walked down the cobble stone hall of the dungeons, and into the more main area of the school. It was quiet except for the small chatter here and there. Suddenly from around the corner Tom stopped, hearing a shrill voice followed by a deep one.
"Really Hagrid you're killing me," The shrill voice snapped and footsteps sounded as whoever owned the shrill voice came around the corner in Tom's direction. He sulked back into the wall getting out of sight, surprised Tom saw Myrtle storm around the corner, fresh tears in her eyes, and eyebrows knitted together in anguish.