Eyes-
Eluding Me
"Albus, the time is near."
A candle, a shadow, a wooden box.
His joy was visible. "Yes, our time is near."
A malicious grin split the face across the flat surface. Albus winced as cream-colored wax seeped passed his knuckles, yet his gaze never wavered, pure reverence clouding sky blue eyes.
The figure slowly stood, and a burning discomfort spread along his arm. The auburn teen startled, throbbing converting to agony, and his mouth parted in preparation for a scream.
"No, my treasure. Your time is near."
(o-o)
Tom slipped out of the hidden room, portrait of the battle at Render's Keep swinging closed behind him with a barely audible click.
To anyone else, the Slytherin prefect might look tired after a late night of rounds, face strained in the nocturnal shadows of the school's corridors. In all actuality, cobalt eyes flickered with glee, sleep the furthest thing from his mind.
Time to seek out Potter.
The thought cut through his mind like a knife in butter, almost halting Tom. And while yes, the Potter boy lingered near the top of his priority list, it surprised him how pleasing the thought was to him.
No sense in prolonging the inevitable, he supposed.
As he took an abrupt turn left, Tom contemplated simply interrogating the smaller Ravenclaw. Considering the past week and a half, the possibility of cutting the teen loose became more and more probable. Not that the visible and very noticeable jealousy wasn't sickeningly endearing and all, but Tom knew it was only a matter of time before Dumbledore noticed the furtive glances and flushed cheeks. His plan rested solely upon Potter's ability to act normal, or rather his inability at this point.
Dumbledore had severely underestimated Tom from the very beginning, and that would be his own downfall. As long as Tom's thirst for vengeance remained under wraps, nothing could go wrong. His composure was second to none, his discreet use of legilimency searched for any sign of exposure, and his superior aptitude with occlumency allowed only what Tom deemed fit to pass from his mind into Dumbledore's own thoughts. Again, nothing could go wrong.
Except for Potter's ribaldry.
So, the question wasn't 'Should I stop fucking Harry Potter?' as much as it was 'How can I stop fucking Harry Potter?'
Tom wasn't daft. He knew his own weakness when confronted with the lithe wizard's wiles. The hitch came with stopping their risqué affair when Tom could only restrain himself part of the time, and as history told, denying himself of anything (let alone his one desire) led to some rather unsavory complications.
Before Tom could reach the Ravenclaw tower, he noticed a lack of Potter's magical signature in the area.
The search didn't take long. He felt a dab of the boy's aura more near the east side of the castle and continued towards the dungeons.
And as he felt Alphard Black's significantly less powerful magical signature near Potter's vicinity, Tom's blood ran cold.
(o-o)
Despite his ambitious nature, Alphard Black considered himself a man of honor and integrity.
Almost seven years of his life spent at Hogwarts revealed the true nature of those he once considered family, and it saddened him to think that soon, his own wand would be turned towards his parents. But, as Albus told him, necessity and the greater good outweighed familial ties.
Not that he hadn't tried talking to his mother and father, but they just wouldn't listen.
"Grindelwald will make the wizarding world great again. The dark arts will no longer be cast aside by the simpletons at the ministry. Can't you see my son? It's for the Greater Good!"
They just couldn't understand that the true greater good laid with Dumbledore, and his mind already began grieving the inevitable death of his beloved parents.
So he kissed down the taunt neck of the exquisite Ravenclaw below him, trying to forget his plans for the Yule holidays.
And as alluring green eyes beckoned him forward, Alphard thought how surprisingly easy it was to forget everything else in comparison to the divine being in front of him.
One second, Harry was gasping into his mouth in pleasure, and the next, he felt his body thrown across the room, crashing into chairs. A heavy dust fell in front of him as his lower back prickled with pain.
"What the fuck Tom!"
Alphard perked at Harry's voice. Tom Riddle?
"Potter, I believe we need to have a conversation," said Riddle, voice as hard and cold as a frozen ice pick.
He could see Harry's eyes flare with anger, but his face seemed emotionless. "And I believe that I'm busy. You'll have to come back at another time."
Riddle's hard gaze switched between Alphard and Harry, so he took the time to stand.
"Riddle, you heard him. Now really isn't the best time mate."
Riddle's navy eyes darkened, and he hissed. "Black."
Before Alphard could pull out his wand, a pain surged between his eyes, and he screamed. It felt like an axe splitting his head, pain and memories rushing to the forefront of his mind.
(Albus' gentle smile and twinkling eyes as he transfigured a turtle into a teapot.)
(His parent's hosting the Knights of Walpurgis over Christmas.)
(Albus comforting him and giving him potions to calm the after effects of the cruciatus curse.)
(Albus teaching him how to form a patronus in Sixth year. He felt the light magic captivating him.)
(Alphard sending his rabbit patronus to Albus with information on the summer's initiation.)
(Harry Potter gazing out the window at initiation, disinterested.)
And as sudden as the assault came, it stopped, Alphard collapsing and gingerly holding his head in his hands.
"What did you do to him?" came Harry's bored voice from the other side of the room. He made no attempt to help Alphard.
As if Harry didn't even care that Tom Riddle was cursing him.
Before he had time to feel adequately used, Riddle's wand jabbed into his temple.
"Obliviate."
(o-o)
'Grandfather,
I write to you in honor of your first phase commencing. While I don't always enjoy Rodd's tactics, I appreciate his creativity. Express my congratulations to him as well. The entire effort has inspired many of my housemates to investigate the 'suspicious group.'
Discreetly, of course.
My injuries are almost healed completely. I know you requested that I discontinue quidditch, but I refuse to lose face in front of those that also believe I should quit.
I had considered not telling you the person behind the spectacle, as I wanted to deal with the perpetrator alone, but I have encountered a bit of an obstacle.
It was my professor, Albus Dumbledore.
For a well-known 'light' wizard, he seems to have stepped into the dark side. I'm currently trying to discover what would make him want to murder me, but I already figure it has something to do with you. Any advice would be appreciated, but please understand that this is someone that I want to handle on my own. Regardless of the reasoning, I will make him regret it.
In other news, studying for the OWLs is coming along fine. I'm top of all of my classes, the curriculum is still a joke. I'm all for studying magical theory, but the lack of instruction in spellwork is frustrating. I'm excited to be able to study under Uncle Roderick over the holiday, perhaps that will help sate my appetite.
I don't usually do this, but there's a sixth year Slytherin named Tom Riddle. He is a halfblood, but I've never felt magic as powerful as his, barring yours. He's the descendant of Slytherin himself, and I wanted to suggest him for recruitment.
He would be a true asset.
With my highest regards,
Harry Potter'
The letter burst into flames, and a surge of magic swept the wide expanse of the room, shattering and dissolving every object within reach. Only one name could inspire such hatred and destruction in the phlegmatic Gellert Grindelwald.
Dumbledore.
AN: Thank you all for the reviews and follows! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. All corrections and comments appreciated. I apologize for occasional confusion, questions will inevitably be answered, but feel free to ask away anyways! If its something I can answer, I will! If not, I guess you'll see eventually ;)
A few people seemed displeased with Tom at the end of last chapter, I wonder if you guys feel the same about Harry in this one.
Until next time!