Chapter 10: Crimson eyes
"Woohooo!" Genevieve saw in the corner of her eyes Canopus jumping into the Slytherin commonroom that afternoon at night. Malfoy, Avery and Genevieve were sitting by the green fire that crackled in a fireplace, in a comfy black armchair, finishing their last transfiguration homework.
"Oh, for merlin's shiny bald head, Canopus! Where have you been?" Avery exclaimed, "I needed to ask you questions on animagus, remember the essay?"
"I finished that in 10 minutes, Avery! What's taking you so long? Anyway, I'll answer those questions later. You have no idea what I just did in the corridor!" Lestrange chuckled evilly.
"What did you do?" Avery asked excitedly.
"I just cursed those stupid first years from Gryffindor!"
"You have no idea how they looked scared! And their scream echoed through the corridor!" Lestrange whispered, grinning.
"Wow! What spell did you use?" Avery asked leaning into the table.
"I tested the new spell Riddle taught me. It's called the Karayan Amaia, and the shadow of the victims attack themselves! It's awesome, right?" Lestrange's eyes sparkled in an excitement.
"That's enough, Lestrange," Malfoy's cold voice echoed in the deserted commonroom, and Lestrange raised his head to meet Malfoy's cold glare, finally quieting down.
"Haven't I told you before that our Dark Lord wouldn't be happy with us when we curse somebody without his permission?" Malfoy returned his eyes on rolls of parchment in front of him.
"Don't worry, Ab. I didn't forget to put on a silencing spell, and I rearranged their memories after I finished with the curse," Lestrange sighed.
"That's good. Last time you forgot, I still remember. It was a huge mess," Malfoy sighed and returned his concentration on writing the answers on his essay.
Genevieve couldn't help her curiosity, so asked, "What happened?"
"Well, Riddle kinda got really mad at us," Malfoy answered.
"Yeah, it was really scary. Especially at Canopus," Avery shivered.
"He, sort of, cursed me badly," Canopus shrugged and rolled up his sleeves on his right arm. Underneath his white buttoned shirt, an ugly, long scar appeared that started from upper arm all the way to his wrist.
"But it doesn't really hurt anymore," Lestrange smiled sadly at Genevieve and shrugged, "Now enough with this dull topic about my scar. What's your question?"
Malfoy and Avery turned around in their seat to ask Lestrange questions, but Genevieve couldn't help but stop thinking about the scar. Somewhere in her head, she guessed that Tom Riddle was evil in a way, but she was never given a proof for it. I mean, he had saved her once when duel broke out between the Death Eaters and the Pidgeons? She felt shiver running down her spine as the long, pale scar of Lestrange whirled around in back of her head. But at the same time, she felt something completely different from fear. It was anger. But why on earth would she feel angry at the Dark Lord? Is it because he had hurt Lestrange? But who cares? He had done something wrong. He deserved to be punished like that. But somewhere in her head, a voice was screaming at herself, the word 'no'.
Now she knew. 'Tom Riddle was an evil Dark Lord who wouldn't hesitate to curse his own followers' she thought as hot fury boiled inside of her.

Tom Riddle was striding through the corridors heading for the Slytherins commonroom. He hadn't gone there in ages, not anymore that he got assigned to Head Boy this year. And he was given a privilege of living on his own, away from his followers, away from the other arrogant bastards of Slytherins.
Since yesterday, he had been thinking about one of his followers, Genevieve Bellamore. What was she hiding from everyone? From teachers, from him? Why does she has to keep it a secret? He had thought of various methods he could use to gain any infomation on Genevieve Bellamore. He was surprised with himself that he barely knew anything about Genevieve Bellamore even for all those years he had been living with her in the same orphanage. Only that he knew she was different from all the muggles, and perhaps from wizards as well. He knew there was something different about her from all the wizards and witches he had met in his life, although he couldn't quite pinpoint what actually was different about her. He just knew it.
Eventually he came to a conclusion that the easiest way was to ask the others. Girls would do, they are the worst gossiping creatures ever created by god. There were nothing they didn't know about in this entire school, only that they were at 2nd place and he was at the 1st place for knowing what was happening in the Hogwarts Grounds. There were no one beside him. It is just that there was a slightest chance that Bellamore will talk to them because they were GIRLS.
In addition, girls were the easiest creature to convince and lure. He knew nobody, especially female were able to resist his charmingness. All he had to do was just stare down at them, and smile. And the girls will start giving out anything he wanted without questioning him. 'It will be just a piece of pie to ask them about Bellamore', Tom Riddle smirked to himself.
"Sllither," Tom whispered to the blank wall in front of him, and with a loud thundering noise, the wall split itself into two to reveal the Slytherin commonroom.
He was met by a surprise when Genevieve Bellamore herself tuned herself out, about to leave the commonroom.
She seemed like she was also surprised by the sudden appearance of him, because she gasped and her eyes widened in shock. But as soon as she recognized him, she moved to the side and lowered her head, in those amethyst purple eyes he saw fear, and he smirked to himself. But as he stepped into the commonroom, he saw something else. Something he had never seen in the eyes of his followers.
It was anger. It was burning red, boiling fury that swirled behind her purple eyes. Lord Voldemort came to a halt halfway to the girl's dormitory, shocked. He turned around on his heels, but the Mystery Girl has already vanished into the darkness of the corridors in the dungeon, door to the commomroom already starting to close.
10 minutes later, Tom Riddle came to a conclusion that it was wrong of himself to come to Slytherin 7th girls about Genevieve Bellamore. Of course he was greeted by everyone in the dormitory, even though he was a male, who weren't usually screamed in happiness when they entered girls dormitory, rather screamed in anger. But he was an exception. He was Tom Riddle.
He first asked them politely for any information concerning the Slytherin 7th year, Genevieve Bellamore. But all of the answers that came from showering to him were things he didn't need to know. All of the girls blabbed on and on about the gossips that went around her in the school. All information he could acquire easily when ever he wanted to.
"I heard Richard Collins like her!" one of the girls with curly blonde hair squeaked, and Tom Riddle had to resist himself from rolling his eyeballs.
"I heard it's Canopus Lestrange who likes her! He accompanied her to the potions class this morning from the Great Hall!"
"Ladies, ladies. Do you know anything about outside of school? For instance, her family, or her childhood?" Tom smiled kindly at all of them, and for few seconds, all the girls fell silent and stared dreamily into his charming smile.
Until, "I heard she's a half-blood," a voice came from the corner, and all the girls seemed to be brought out if their trances.
"Does anybody know anything else about outside of school?" Tom asked again politely, and heard murmurs of 'no'.
That was more than what he had expected from the girls to answer. Afterall, he had already assumed that Bellamore is a very secretive person, why would she go telling her secrets to the one of the most known gossippers in the school? The bit on her blood-status was already a small, but good step. So he stood up, "Thank you all for your kindness and cooperation. You all have really helped me," and beamed at everyone. He even gave a small wink to the girl who told him about her blood-status, who apparently fainted from his wink. He exited the girls dormitory and headed back to the Head's dorm.
He came to a halt in the third floor corridor. He sensed something.
Somebody was staring at him. Tom took out his wand, looking around carefully. But seeing nobody was around him, he continued walking with his wand out, now more cautious.
The next moment, he was staring at the ceiling. 'How did I fall off?' wondering to himself, he got up.
Or, he TRIED to get up.
He couldn't move an inch of his eyelids. He was PETRIFIED.
Tom Riddle's mind rushed, But he didn't hear the spell, he never heard other people who can use non-verbal spells except himself, Malfoy and Lestrange. Then who could it be that casted him a full body bind curse?
As his thoughts rushed through his mind, a face peered out from the corner of his eyes until it was right in front of me. It was a boy.
And he sneered. Tom Riddle's eyes glinted with rage.
The boy was about his age and was wearing a Gryffindor uniform.
Tom Riddle panicked as he saw the boy snatch his wand away from him.
The boy gestured somebody to come over, and Tom Riddle watched another boy come over and together, they carried him to somewhere he couldn't recognize just by looking at the ceiling. He tried to keep track of where they were heading until he was finally stupified, and all he saw instead of the Hogwarts ceiling was his back of eyelids.
When Tom Riddle opened his eyes, he found himself in an empty classroom that was not used anymore. And he saw chairs and desks stacked up high in the corner.
The person in front of him, was none other than Draco Pevensie. Now he understood. He now understood why he was here, and what Pevensie wanted. 'So you had enough courage to kidnap me, huh? That's so Gryffindor,' he thought sarcastically, fury raging inside him.
"Hello, Riddle. It is very nice to see you on your knees in front of me," Draco sneered. That moment, his anger exploded inside Tom Riddle. 'How dare he curse the Dark Lord and take my wand away? Yes, I'll show him what exactly Lord Voldemort can do even without his wand!'
"Don't worry, I've already ended the full body bind curse. You can move now," Draco Pevensie exclaimed happily. Tom Riddle glared. This little cheap bastard was really getting in his nerves.
"What do you want from me? I'm a busy person and I don't have any time for your nonsense," Tom Riddle muttered darkly, and he felt his magic rush inside him, seeking for release.
Pevensie seemed to be a little offended by his comment, "Well, let's see, what was our last encounter together?"
"You've defeated me in the duel!" Draco admitted bitterly, "But that doesn't mean the Death Eaters had won the Order of the Pigeons!" Pevensie gave a high-pitched laugh.
"And also you took away my friend, haven't you!?" Draco continued and spat at Tom's face. Tom remained still, but glared at him. He was going to kill that bastard very soon in a most painful way he can think of.
"I didn't take your friend. I don't know what it is that's between you and Bellamore and neither do I care." Tom continued, "and what do you want from me?"
Draco couldn't speak for few minutes, "Revenge!" he blurted out. "Even if you didn't take my Geney away, you still defeated me."
"Do whatever you want to do, and let me go. I'm a busy person. And if I were you, I wouldn't call Bellamore Geney or Gene," Tom talked calmly.
"I don't care what Geney thinks!"
Tom raised his eyebrows and muttered, "what a nice friend," then spoke louder, "So what are we doing? You wouldn't say another duel, would you? It's obvious that you will lose again," Tom stood up.
"No, no, no..." Draco smirked and took out Tom Riddle's wand, and shouted, "Crucio!"
But Tom Riddle was ready for this. Verbal curses were too obvious and he was able to read Pevensie's actions too easily. So concentrating hard, Tom Riddle put all of his strength in his index finger, imagining where all of his magic flowed into that one finger, pointing at the curse Pevensie had casted. Wand would have been more effective, but magic could always be used without using wands as well. The Cruciatus Curse flew in a lightning speed, cackling slightly. But as his index finger pointed at the curse flying towards him, the curse slowly started to lose its energy and the light slowly faded away. Until, the curse finally vanished in the midair. The future Dark Lord looked up to Draco Pevensie in satisfaction and smirked, as Pevensie's fingers started to tremble in fear and dropped Tom's wand with a clank. But Lord Voldemort didn't dare pick his wand up, instead, "Pick it up, Draco. You and the infamous Dark Lord. I propose a duel. You will have a privilege of using a wand."
"Now!" Lord Voldemort billowed seeing that Draco didn't pick up his wand. Draco squirmed, and slowly bent down to retrieve Tom's deadly pale wand, never taking his eyes off him.
"Good. You know how to duel, don't you? Afterall, you're a pureblood. Your rich spoiled daddy must have told you how to when you were still young," Tom said in an icy cold voice. He finally let his dark magic to be released, and now it crackled dangerously around the atmosphere like a charged electricity. His magic spread through the room, surrounding and engulfing them.
"First we bow," the Dark Lord said in an icy cold voice that stabbed Draco Pevensie's skin, "and on the count of three."
Tom Riddle's eyes glinted in red, "One."
"Two," Pevensie raised his wand at Tom Riddle.
"Three," Pevensie's wand shot a bright red curse at Tom Riddle.
He was surprised at first, because he knew that it was quite a dark curse. He swung his arm in front of him and dismissed the spell. If he had been hit, he would have been exploding into pieces of flesh by now. Now it was his turn.
The Dark Lord swished his finger in an elegant, complicated move and a neon green curse shot out of his finger, and rushed towards Draco Pevensie who just stood there helplessly. Tom felt a satisfaction the moment when the curse left his finger, finally his magic was released fully, and the curse crackled dangerously.
As soon as the curse had hit him square in the chest, Draco Pevensie was flown out into the air and landed on the floor with a heavy thud, Tom's wand leaving his hand and rolling on the floor a several times.
"Then I guess I can say that I have won, again?" Tom Riddle sneered, "You can never win me, Draco Pevensie. And it might be just as well to stay out of my way, you will live longer."
Draco Pevensie was shaken and his breathing was ragged, but it seemed that he was not physically hurt, although he may have got himself emotionally hurt, Tom Riddle sneered. It was good that Pevensie wasn't physically hurt because then he could have got his Head Boy job taken away, or worse, expelled. He was not going to ruin his image of role model student that easily, which he had been building for years.
"Draco Pevensie," Pevensie raised his head in fear at Lord Voldemort's voice, "I would like you to answer me some few questions."
Pevensie gulped. Perfect. He was afraid, and he would tell him everything now.
"I need you to tell me anything you know about Genevieve Bellamore."
Pevensie opened and shut his mouth several times, but no voice came out.
The Dark Lord sighed, it seemed like he just had to do it in a hard way. So once again, he cleared his minds and concentrated hard while he bore into the eyes of Pevensie.
There it was. Draco Pevensie's mind, unprotected by any occulmency. He decided to first give a little shake. He focused on imagining his minds tearing Pevensie's minds apart in pieces. Draco Pevensie started to hiss, clutching his head. And so it went on for few seconds, until Voldemort cleared his minds, and the hissing stopped as well.

Draco Pevensie's breathing was ragged now, and he was shivering, either from the pain or the fear, the Dark Lord did not know.
Lord Voldemort once again cleared his minds, and concentrated on Pevensie's minds. He went in, and searched through memories of Draco Pevensie.
A memory of him being sorted into Gryffindor, a memory of him with a man who appeared to be his father. Until, he found what he was looking for. In the memory, Genevieve Bellamore was talking to Draco Pevensie on top of the astronomy tower. Pevensie was listening to her intently, and Bellamore seemed desperate in a way. Tom Riddle zoomed into the memory, and he started to catch some parts of their conversation.
"When I turn eigh... that's the time when I will... nothing I can do..."
Weird. Why can't he hear their conversation fully? Is it because he was not concentrated enough? No, it can't be. Was Draco Pevensie resisting him? But he doesn't have any skills on Occlumency.
It was that moment when Tom Marvolo Riddle felt a sharp stab of pain on the sides of his head. He had now completely lost his concentration. Another stab. Tom Riddle couldn't help but hiss at this pain. It was short, but they were strong and effective. Somebody was using Legilimency against him. It was a very strong Legilimency skill, since that somebody had enough skill to use Legilimency without looking into one's eyes. Even he couldn't do that, he had to admit. But who could it be? Draco Pevensie? Or somebody else from the Pidgeons, or even teachers? At that thought, Tom's stomach dropped few inches in fear.
Teachers... Dumbledore?
Damn it! He was almost there until discovering Bellamore's secrets! Until somebody distracted him! He knew he had lost his chance, and he will have to wait a while until next time to use Legilimency against Pevensie. Or the chance may never come...?
In frustration, he grabbed Pevensie by his shoulders and whispered into his ears, "I will deal with you again sometime later."
He released his shoulders violently, and stood up, and left after one last look around him.
He couldn't see anyone who had used Legilimency on him. Maybe it was only an illusion, that pain... perhaps it was only a headache.
He thought as he left the room and walked his way back to the Head's Dorm.
But he never got to notice the two pair of eyes that was staring at him leaving the unused classroom. One pair of pale blue eyes that stared at him in fear. And another crimson colored eyes that glared at him in hatred.

A/N: Hello again! I was able to write the next chapter in few days, so here it is! In this chapter, I decided to show the dark sides of Tom Riddle. And I also heard some dislikes against Draco Pevensie because of how he threatens Genevieve, so I decided to let Tom Riddle take revenge on him instead of Genevieve. But hopefully Genevieve will have her revenge in later times too. In this chapter, Tom Riddle started his move to uncover the secrets of Genevieve and he was almost there, wasn't he? Only that he was distracted by somebody we still don't know... Another mystery! Who do you think this unknown character is? Is it a student, or a teacher, or some kind of a creature? I don't think I have ever written anyone with crimson eyes, except Tom Riddle of course when he gets angry, but he can't use Legilimency on himself so he is an exception. Comments and reviews are highly appreciated!