Chapter Ten

Under Pressure

(Trigger warning)

November 1, 1977

Hades POV

'That feeling of not being able to eat anything, to the point that you would just throw it all back up again. Or the feeling of emptiness. Where you don't give a crap anymore. That feeling of just giving up, who you are, who you ever were. Drinking alcohol, to solve you problems, just for one moment. Because in that moment, it feels right. You feel like you forget who you are. Forget who you are supposed to be. 'The saviour'. When, do you know for sure, what you want to be? How do you figure yourself out, while trying to pretending to be someone you're not? How do you then, put a fake smile on your face and pretend like everything is fine, even when it isn't. The pain of knowing you're a disappointment, a disgrace to the family. The pain of breathing, the pain of wanting to harm yourself, as a way of putting the pain in the heart a side. The feeling of just, giving up.'

"Hey, Hades, what do you plan to do tomorrow?"

"Nothing, why?"

"Come on, mate, you've been off for days! Don't try an tell me nothing is wrong!" I stared up at LeStrange, shutting my diary, putting it under my pillow.

"I'm fine, LeStrange! What do we have, Transfiguration? Defense? Don't tell me, Potions?" I asked as Ro fell in step with me as we left the dorm. He sighed.

"We have nothing, it's a Saturday, Hades. Look, everyone is worried about yo-"

"Tell them not to. I'm fine! F-I-N-E! If you don't mind I'm off to Hogsmede,"

"Alone?"

"No!" I retorted, sarcastically, forgetting who else was in the room, as I added, "With Father Bloody Christmas!" I shouted, slamming the common room door shut.

I made my way to Hogsmede in record time, heading straight for Hog's Head.

"Firewhiskey- wait, give me the strongest you've got!" I asked the man, who nodded with a frown as I sat down in the corner of the pub. Not many people were here. It's why I preferred this place to the Three Broomstick's. I jumped when the bar man slammed my drink on the table.

"3 Nuts, 2 sickles please," He grumbled, I grabbed the money out of my pocket and waved it in his general direction. The man grunted as I drank the whole cup down in two seconds, I grimaced with the after taste.

"Bleugh! That is some pretty heavy shit," I exclaimed, getting up, feeling slightly light headed as I walked out of the door.

I stumbled down the village, but as I got to the Quidditch shop, I heard a shout of,

"Death Eaters! Take cover, get out of here!"

Rolling my eyes, maybe I could just die. I don't have to be the boy who lived anymore. I could die being Hades Pervelle, a random transfer student with no family and being a mudblood. What was I thinking? Why did I have to like Sirius? I wouldn't feel guilty then. Maybe I would if I dropped dead because of some Death Eaters.

I felt someone grab me, taking my wand in the process. Then I heard laughter. Cold laughter. The exact same as Lord Voldemort himself. I smiled as I turned to see him. He was just the same, no hair, no nose. Seeing him felt refreshing, like I was back in my own era.

"Oh! Tom! Just the person I wanted to see!" I said cheerfully. The smile dropped from his face, I stopped struggling with the Death Eater that got hold of me, although he wasn't holding me very tight. Maybe it was Lucius, or one of my other friend's.

"Really, Mr Pervelle? And why is that?"

"I just thought to let you know," I slurred, "That you shouldn't go through with those Horcruxes, two is enough, but I mean seven? Why would you do that to yourself, man?"

"Man!" He growled, slapping me across the face, I started to laugh, probably as cold as Voldemort's laugh, because the Death Eater let go off me, completely from shock.

"Yes! You really want to go decades without a nose? Not that you have one already. You are pathetic,"

SLAP.

"Slap me all you want, Voldie, I want to die anyway," This, made Riddle frow in confusion.

"Why would you want to die? You have everything, you've turned my Inner Circle against me and you're basically the most sefless person out there!"

"Oh, a compliment! From the Dark Lord himself! Wow, while that made my day, you have no clue what I've been through, Tom Fucking Riddle and practically, it's all your fault!" I spat at him. I chuckled darkly.

"You probably want me to join you, I suppose? Have you got cookies?" I asked, flattering my eye lashes. Voldemort looked taken aback, and then smiled.

"No, this isn't Star Wars, although if that's all it takes?" Voldemort asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes.

"How the fuck do you get that reference anyway? I won't join you Flight of death, but don't panic, I'm not joining the light either, so who knows? Maybe one day, we could be seen, with my friends and my boy- er, friend, and yours, out on a beach, sunbathing with Champagne in one hand, and sand in the other... just imagine it, 'Mort, how does Spain sound?"

He looked amused, but before he could do anything there were shouts coming from some students. As they got closer, I saw Sirius, Regulus, LeStrange, Rosier, Bellatrix, Narcissa and Lucius.

"Hi guys!" I said with a grin. "What do you say? 'Mort didn't sound happy but a holiday to Spain? You guys and him? How about it?"

"Are you off your bloody rocker?" Shouted Rosier, I nodded my head, gleefully.

"So, can I have my wand? I mean, now you aren't Lucius I wonder why you let me go and why, you weren't holding me like you were going to kill me," I spoke to the Death Eater in question.

"Remove your mask, my friend. Give him back his wand, we need to do some planning,"

As I got my wand back, I put it in the pocket of my jeans. When I looked up, I was completely and utterly, shocked.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

A/N- two updates in one day? Now I'm treating y'all. Can you guess who it is? Bet you ten galleons you can't! ;)