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Harry was leaning back in his seat and staring at a painting hung on the wall. The painting was a Vuillard. He knew that because he had studied art for six months. The painting was beautiful, a mix of yellows and greens, masterfully blended together to display the autumn tide. A crowd of people was displayed in the painting but what caught his eye was a boy. Harry felt as if the boy's gaze was targeted towards him. He felt as if the boy was looking at him. He was just lost in this observation when he heard the door click open. Harry wrenched his eyes away from the painting and stared down in his lap.
A woman in a navy-blue suit had arrived holding a folder in her hand. Bellatrix took it and dismissed the woman. She opened the folder and studied the papers inside it. After she was satisfied, she slid the folder towards Harry,
"Read it, Mr. Potter and then sign it."
Harry took the folder and read the terms and conditions. Harry noticed a clause and decided to ask about it,
"Is the health allowance applicable to family members?"
Bellatrix nodded,
"Yes, they do."
Harry felt a wave of happiness rush through him and decided to inquire more,
"And what's the maximum amount I can withdraw in terms of that?"
Bellatrix was looking at him curiously,
"You seem awfully interested in that clause, Mr. Potter. Can I ask why?"
Harry thought about whether to tell her or not and in the decided against it,
"I was just curious."
She smiled and spoke,
"You can get up to 2500 pounds in terms of health allowance."
Harry's hopes dropped but he didn't let it show,
"Thank you for the information."
Harry signed the contract and pushed it towards Bellatrix. Harry could feel a mild headache building up but he ignored it. His skin was still tingling and he kept telling himself that he was imagining it.
Bellatrix's smile grew and she took the folder and checked the signatures,
"Did you read all the clauses properly, Mr. Potter?"
Harry thought about it, he had read all the clauses till the health allowance one, after that he didn't remember any of the clauses. Well they were just clauses weren't they, so no harm done,
"Yeah I read them."
Bellatrix stood up and Harry got up to his feet as well. She extended her hand and Harry took it and shook it,
"Welcome to the company, Mr. Potter."
Harry nodded and spoke,
"Thank you. When can I begin?"
Bellatrix laughed,
"Relax, Mr. Potter. Its Friday. Enjoy the weekend and celebrate with your friends. You may join us from Monday."
Harry nodded,
"In that case, I'll see you on Monday, Ma'am."
Harry said goodbye and had just made it to the threshold when his head spun and his knees softened. His hand instinctively flew to the wall, missed and he collapsed on the carpet. An odd darkness had fallen over his eyes. He knew he was awake but he was just too exhausted. He could hear Miss Bellatrix saying something in the distance but he couldn't make it out. Nothing made sense. The last thing Harry felt was his head hitting the floor.
Bellatrix paced the corridor outside the infirmary, her heels clicking against the floor. She couldn't understand what had happened. He had been completely fine and then all of a sudden, he had collapsed. What could have caused it? The doctor was inside and examining him. Bellatrix heard footsteps. She whirled around and nearly swooned at the sight before her.
Tom Riddle strode into the corridor. His face was the epitome of perfection. His sharp chiselled features combined with his voracious red lips could make anyone swoon. His sparkling eyes could devour anyone into their depth. Dressed in a Royal Blue slim fitted business suit, he was the symbol of elegance and charm. His signature smile was plastered on his face as he walked towards Bella. When he spoke, his voice was as smooth and soft as butter,
"Bella, you look like you require the services of a doctor yourself. What is the matter?"
Bellatrix was still in a state of shock. She could practically feel the power radiating from the man. Her breath hitched in her throat. She had never seen Mr. Riddle walking around the company. Usually he dealt with matters from his office. And yet, here he was today.
"Sir…...I just didn't expect to see you."
Mr. Riddle laughed kindly,
"I realize that, Bella. I have decided that I shall interact more with my employees in the future. So, tell me, why are you restlessly pacing in this corridor rather than performing your day to day duties."
Bellatrix could feel herself sweating. She was aroused and she needed to get away from Mr. Riddle before it became apparent. She hesitantly spoke,
"I shall get back to them now, Sir."
And with that she departed from the corridor. As soon as she was gone, the smile slipped from Mr. Riddle's face, replaced by an angry glare. He despised women, especially weak ones. He turned towards the infirmary door and his gaze softened, the anger dissipated into concern.
He stepped into the infirmary and replaced the smile on his lips,
"Madam Pomfrey, how does the patient fare?"
She turned around and dropped the syringe that she had been holding,
"Mr. Riddle…."
Mr. Riddle laughed again, internally irritated by the fact that everyone regarded him with so much shock. This was his bloody company. He could do whatever he wanted,
Madam Pomfrey bent down, retrieved the syringe and realized that the needle was broken,
"Madam Pomfrey, I believe that you need a new syringe."
She nodded with a mix of shock and confusion and began searching through the drawers for another syringe.
Mr. Riddle looked at the figure laying on the bed. His eyes darkened with concern. The visage that peaked out from the covers was pale. The cheeks had lost their rosy tinge. The lips had lost their colour. The closed eyelids hid the vivid green eyes from view. Mr. Riddle heard the door open and he watched as Madam Pomfrey rushed out. She was probably running to the store to get a new box of syringes. He hadn't initially planned to touch him yet but it seemed as if fate wanted him to.
Mr. Riddle closed the door to the infirmary and strode towards the bed. He had longed for this moment to come for so long. It seemed that the time had come for his patience to be rewarded.
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