No Normality for Slytherins

"All in all you didn't miss much, except for that new DADA professor leaving. She left for no reason - suspicious, although someone said it was because she's moving to Ilvermorny."

Violetta was going to die of boredom, and wished she was back at the wing. Walburga had been telling her stories, for half an hour now, delaying her breakfast as she had to respond once in a while.

"Her replacement's from the ministry. Ex-auror, he's rough," Goyle added. This perked up Violetta's ears. "He's not that interesting though, only wrote up reports."

Riddle was sitting on the seat beside Walburga who was beside Violetta. He glanced at her occasionally, and Violetta noticed this, as she got up he eyed her leg, her ankle specifically and stared into her eyes. She grimaced and walked towards the library, "I'm just going to get something, I'll be back in time for class." She called to the group.
"Oh, new Slug Club, thing. Just a meeting," Ant shouted, to her as she walked off. Violetta winced, turning round and mouthed "Okay,"

Petula snapped, "You didn't have to shout, you know,"

Ant put his hands in the air, "Sorry Petal."

"Now the whole hall's looking at us. Including that slag Hornby," She continued hissing.

"She's not that bad," Riddle shrugged, the rest didn't know about his nocturnal activities.

"That's because you're a boy! Targeted hatred towards girls is her speciality!" Petula turned swiftly to Riddle as if they were in a scout mission. Riddle didn't correct her, and Ant give him a cheeky knowing look. He coughed politely, and asked for bread, shooting Ant a cheeky look back. Malfoy surprised him by handing him the bread, and mumbling a small apology. "Why are you sorry? Thanks for the bread, anyhow," Riddle wrapped the bun in a tissue and left to look for Violetta.

Violetta was wandering down the hall that contained the library, but was actually looking for the secret cupboard that existed there. Fred and George had told her about it, it was a secret pathway, to the potion's storeroom. At the time, they hadn't been able to get in as Snape had blocked it, but she knew Slughorn would be different, he was careless, and would not have noticed it. She searched the wood plated wall, and looked for any brass circles, for there was three in a small neat row, that when pressed in order would reveal the trapdoor. It was boring, there was no one around, or so she thought.

Riddle was standing, obscured, but he thought he would today, a few metres behind her. He looked curiously at what she doing, not because it was the secret path to the potions cupboard, he'd discovered it ages ago, but because she seemed to know about it. The new student, hadn't been here for long, was searching for one of the pathways, to the potions cupboard, of all things. What did she want?

"Ah ha," she whispered quietly, flicked her head to the side, checking for people, and got back to pressing the buttons. She kind of remembered the order, it was either two options, and while she was trying, Riddle came and crouched down beside her. She opened her mouth, about to scream when she saw him, but he wandlessly silenced her, and spoke, as the cloth wrapped around her mouth. "Trying to get to the potion's cupboard, are we now? How did you find it, little first year?" He smiled very dangerously as he stroked her cheek, and looked at the circles, she was trying to press. There were folds of rope wrapping round her body, and she moaned, trying to break free. "They'll only get tighter, and I'll promise to release your mouth if you tell me what you're doing here,"

She garbled something, "Leshaheh, pleeeehhes," Tom sat back, as he waited for her to shut up. He would only talk, when she wasn't. She realised this finally, and quietened. "Thank you," he murmured, staring into her eyes, "Shall I help you with this?" He pointed his wand at the circles, and released her gag. "Let me go Riddle, please," she wheezed.

"I think I'll give you a hand, because I'm nice, and no I'm not done yet," He threatened her. Clasping her, he waved his wand and tapped the circles, to reveal a small trapdoor, leading into a dark tunnel. He pushed her inside, crept in himself, and the door disappeared. From the outside the wall was normal, inside, Riddle and Violetta sat, in the dark, not speaking. He didn't have to silence, the girl's mouth was paralysed with fear. "What potion do you want to brew?" He asked her calmly, as she quaked in front of him.

"S-s-shrinking solution" she admitted. He had gotten her in a very powerful position and was practically sitting on top of her.

"Why," The cold voice was back.

Her master plan was to shrink the basilisk, to reduce its powers before Riddle found it, as it was the only prevention she could think of, for it. She held up her guards, furiously strong against his legilimency. Feeling his robes pool on either side of her, she blurted, "Robes! My robes were too big, and I need to make them a bit smaller."

His dark smirk told her he was unconvinced.

"Why don't we go to the cupboard, together? I'll help you find the ingredients." He offered, changing his tune, but then reverted back into evil mode, "After all, a little new girl like you just can't possibly be expected to know how to get around the school, never mind its secret, hidden passages,"

She whimpered as he stared at her, searching, and she fell limp in his arms, and the power took over. No wonder he was the dark lord, she thought as her eyes felt dizzy and her head spun. "Dark lord," He repeated murmuring very quietly, as her eyes shot open. He stared at her, "You're very flattering, darling, considering me your lord. But I know they're not your words. Have you spoken to Malfoy," He shoved his wand on her cheek, close to her eyes, "Or have you been creeping about lately, because," his voice went even lower in her ear, "I can blind you,"

Violetta shook her head violently, and let out a large sob, it occurring to her that she would probably die today, judging by the bristles of angry dark magic sparking from his wand.

Violetta took a decision, very quickly, to push Riddle whose mouth opened in shock, and ditch her heavy robe to run. She grabbed her wand, threw the robe onto a shocked Riddle, who was already getting up, and scarpered in her blue nightdress. Her head hit a ragged edge, on the wall, and she kept running as she felt dizzy and weak. She couldn't go to the hospital wing this time. Dumbledore was getting suspicious, she didn't like the way he treated her fellow Slytherins; she preferred the quiet deterring way of ridding Riddle's main things like the Chamber of Secrets and Slughorn. She knew how powerful he was, even now, and was more than convinced he could still divert his path, with power and hidden meddling.

He had caught up with her, and she didn't stop to turn around, hearing his steps, thinking about the length of the bloody passage. A small door came into view, in the dim light, that resonated from it. There were no other ways, so she approached it, skidding a bit. She flew through it, but so had Riddle as she turned to face his dark, glittering eyes. His face was pale against the darkness, and his hair was still perfectly combed, but there was an odd glint of red in his eyes, as he stared down Violetta. She whimpered, "Stop," before the first wave of pain had even hit her.

Tom Riddle whispered one of his favourite words, "Crucio,"