Marvolo's Ring

by PumpkinPie1926

Genevieve Bellamore, in her last year at Hogwarts has joined the Death Eaters. But it is obvious to some people that she is holding some kind of secrets. What are her secrets? And how will she end up with Tom Riddle? *Dark in some chapters because of Tom Riddle's character study. Will improve first few chapters in the future.

14. Chapter 14: His Father

Chapter 13:His Father

Genevieve woke up next morning in a sunday sunlight. She noticed in surprise that she was in a bed. How did she get from the corridors into here was a mystery. There was a snore, and Genevieve's head shot up in warning until she found the source of the sound. It was Canopus Lestrange, half falling off his bed. She looked around the room and found herself in the boys dorm, Abraxas and Alphard still sleeping as well in their own beds. Now she remembered. She was lying on the floor last night until Abraxas came to pick her up and carried her onto the former bed of Tom Riddle in the boys dorm. She lazily sat down on the bed and walked up to the bathroom. Seeing herself in the mirror, she noted that three of her cuts from last night were already starting to heal. Abraxas... Genevieve thought bitterly, now I owe you two. Although she still felt dizzy, most of the swelling and sickness were gone. Wanting a cold fresh air, Genevieve lazily stumbled through the common room to outside the Slytherin dormitory. She should head to the Astronomy Tower. The view and the strong wind up there always cleared her head. So she shuffled up several of the stairs to reach the tower. She wasn't surprised to encounter nobody on her way. She bet it still was very early in the morning. Hogwarts was silent as though she was the only one living here.
Strong wind hit her as soon as she opened the door to the tallest tower in the Hogwarts. She gazed dreamily at the mountains and rivers of Scotland.
What was that thing that just happened in between her and Riddle last night? That boy, he was probably the younger version of Riddle. So does that mean that was his memory? But that was impossible. The Exitium Reverie curse was supposed to inflict pain and remind victim's own bad memories. So maybe her own curse rebounded? She dearly hoped Riddle didn't see any of her bad memories. Maybe a clue was written in that book, where she found the curse. She was sure she read every words in that book, but just in case, she might as well check it. So she leaned away from the fence of the tower, and after taking a quick shower in her own dorm, sped towards the library.
As she had expected, the library was deserted as well. She quickly strolled into the Restricted Section. She still clearly remembered the book's lication. Fifth row, book shelf by the window on the left side, third shelf, seven books from the right. So she sped towards the fifth row and frankly ran a finger over the book's spine. There it was. The title read 'The Dark Arts and its Development' on the black spine. She was about to pull the book out of the shelf when she noticed another pale hand reaching for the same book. She followed her gaze up the arm, and found Lord Voldemort staring down at her coldly. Merlin! Is Tom Riddle everywhere in this school!?
"Good morning, ," Tom Riddle greeted softly as he sent her a polite smile. Genevieve suppressed an urge to roll her eyes, so instead took the book and turned around to leave the place. She had had enough of Riddle. Back then in the orphanage, she had no idea that Riddle was such an annoying git. But then a hand grasped her's tightly, "You don't have to be so rude." Genevieve glanced back at his face in irritation. His face was plastered with an innocent smile, "I just wanted to have some light conversation."
Genevieve backed away from him and narrowed her eyes in suspicion. Why wasn't he forcing out any informations from her?
"What do you want from me, Riddle?" she asked coldly.
"Nothing. I just wanted to know if your cuts from last night were okay," concern tinted his voice. He reached his hand to stroke the small cut on her cheek. Genevieve shuddered as his cold hand came in contact with her skin. This new attitude of Riddle unsettled her. He talked like as though it wasn't him who had made those cuts yesterday. Surely he still haven't given up on revealing her secrets. These actions of his... there was something behind all of this, but she still couldn't tell what.
She backed away from him until her back collided with another bookshelf and she watched in fear as Riddle closed the distance in between them. He then picked up her hand to see her already healing bruise on the wrist. "I see that your bruises are starting to heal. Good, good. I believe Abraxas supplied you with the bruise ointment?"
Genevieve only nodded. Where was this going? But from the indifferent expression on Riddle, she couldn't tell anything. She noticed she preferred Riddle when he was angry. Then at least she could prepare herself from curses Riddle hurled at her.
"Why do you care?" Genevieve stammered.
"Obviously, because I don't want any ugly bruises or cuts on your alluring skin," he said in an melodious way.
Riddle mentally smirked at the uneaseness of Bellamore. His plan was amazingly effective as for a sudden flash of ingenious inspiration. Observing his situation, it was now obvious that violence and obligation won't solve his problem. Look at what it ended up in when you tried to question her with pressure last night! A big bruise was added now not only on his toe, but also on his back. That bitch. He will just have to use his charming smiles and sweet words to bring out information. She wasn't like one, but at least she was a girl. His days at Hogwarts has proven that no females can resist the perfect gentleman. Kind, well-mannered and mesmerising. She still may act harshly, but as he starts to warm her up a bit in the inside, she will soon start following her master like a good dog.
He took a strand of her hair and put it behind her hair. As he had hoped, Bellamore's eyes widened in fear and she flinched.
"Riddle...?" her unsure voice mumbled shakily.
He smirked. Because Bellamore was quite aggressive for a girl, it felt great to scare the hell out of her. She was trembling, and her eyes were like a doe caught in a trap. The sight of her drove him mad. So he bent down to her, her face only few centimetres away from his. He could slightly smell a perfume of sweet blackberry.
"Do you know what I'm thinking now?" he whispered into her ear. His smirk widened as she shook her head in panic.
"I was just thinking that you are a most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life," and he trapped his grey eyes onto her purple's as he softly but firmly held her chin.
Genevieve inhaled sharply as she felt Riddle's lips on her neck. It traced kisses up and down on her neck.
"Riddle..., stop," Genevieve scowled at herself for her shaky voice. But Riddle didn't dare stop. She could feel him smirking on her neck's sensitive skin. Instead, he deepened the kiss and started to suck on her skin. Her voice squeaked as the pressure on her skin started to become painful, and his tongue brushed against her neck.
"Riddle... Riddle, stop!" Genevieve pushed his chest away from her so that he stumbled away. A look of innocent surprise was plastered on his face as he stared at her in disbelief. Her head was spinning and her breathing was still quick as she ran out of the library. Clutching the book in one hand, and her neck in another.
Tom Riddle smirked evily at her running back. His plan was working perfectly. She was obviously bewildered by his sudden change of attitude. But that kissing... that wasn't really necessary, was it? Tom scolded himself. He was already scaring the hell out of her even without the kissing. He must remember next time to not get dragged on.
Genevieve ran straight to the Great Hall. She just wanted to forget about what just happened. So, she pushed open the door to the Great Hall and sat down alone on the Slytherin table. None of her friends were up yet, so she opened the book to the page of Exitium Reverie.
Exitium Reverie, also known as The Endless Dark Dream, is not commonly known, but yet it is considered the most suffering curse invented in the wizarding world. The curse drives the victim insane within a minute by invoking pain and fear or one's trauma.
The curse was invented during Renaissance by 16th century's Italian dark wizard, Kelestres Al Capone. Al Capone is famous for his ingenious mind and many other dark curses he has created throughout his life. It is believed that the idea of Exitium Reverie was already created during his childhood at the oldest wizarding school in Rome, _. However even for his great minds, it took him decades to finally complete the spell because of the complexity of the curse. The basic idea of the curse is still yet unknown, since the actual record of Al Capone in his invention of the curse was burned to ashes during the fire in his late years, which also caused his death. Although not many are known about Exitium Reverie, it is highly recommended not to cast this curse at each other under any circumstances. Again, the cause is not yet revealed, but the effects vary and are undesirable to any men. The incantation is 'tenebre inghiottono eternamente' and the movements of wand is illustrated below in figure α.
The article on Exitium Reverie ended there and was no longer mentioned in any pages. Genevieve was disappointed that there were nothing really new. She knew she should have never cursed Riddle with Exitium Reverie because obviously it caused her an unbearable pain last night. But this has proved that Riddle and she did something that they weren't supposed to do.
"Good morning, Genevieve," Genevieve raised her head to see Alphard smiling.
"Hey," Genevieve smiled back but she regretted that her voice was still shaky.
"Are you now okay with the injuries from last night? We were quite worried seeing you bleeding and trembling-" but Abraxas was interrupted by Canopus.
"Are you okay?" Canopus whispered with wide eyes and Abraxas was forced to raise his eyes from his coffe.
"What?" Abraxas furrowed his brow in confusion.
"She's got another bruise!" Canopus hissed.
"Bruise?" Genevieve furrowed her brow as well, "Where?"
"On your neck!" Canopus pointed to her neck. Genevieve immeditely put her hand up to where Riddle had kissed. That bastard! She was going to kill him. He has made a bruise on her neck by kissing her? This was embarrassing! Abraxas blushed slightly and averted his eyes from her mumbled, "Have you been kissing somebody?"
"You're quite aggressive, Genevieve," Canopus whistled.
"No, I was more of, kissed forcefully against my will," Genevieve hissed at Canopus.
"But who? Is it one of your admirers?"
"Our beloved Dark Lord," Genevieve muttered darkly.
"Riddle?" Abraxas raised his head in caution, "What did he do to you?"
"We met in the library, and I was sort of trapped."
"That git! He was cursing her last night and now he's kissing her?"
"More like harrassing her," Alphard corrected Canopus.
"No, no. This is more dangerous than kissing or harrassing. I think, Riddle changed his tactics," Abraxas furrowed his brow in concentration.
"We already know that he's not a kind of a person who give up so easily. Seeing that violence couldn't open her mouth and tell the truth, he decided to use his handsome smile so that in the end you will listen to his orders like other girls. He can't use those smiles and compliments at us, because obbiously, we are guys. But you are a girl so he has another way to make you follow his orders."
"Woah. You are smart, Abe!" Alphard exclaimed and Abraxas blushed slightly.
"But isn't that better? He's not going to hurt her anymore, right?"
"I can't guarantee that he will hurt her. After all, it's Riddle who we are dealing with. You shouldn't let your guards down, Genevieve. As for now, I think you need some bruise ointment." So Abraxas took out the bruise ointment and handed it to her, which she applied on the bruise on her neck.
A week has passed quite quickly and it was already the end of October. Although Riddle didn't dare corner her, his curious stare always followed her everywhere she went.
"Today's Hogsmeade," Canopus yawned on the breakfast table.
"Finally! It's a weekend," Alphard took another bagle, "Do you guys wanna go together? I have to buy some few things from Joyful Jodan's joke shop."
"Sure. I wanna go looking for new books to read," Abraxas mumbled sleepily. Alphard gasped in exasperation, "Abe! You ALWAYS go to that bookshop! And you never go to Quidditch shop. Why is that?"
"Al and I suspect he's in looove with the counter woman in that book shop," Canopus whispered to her, but made sure it was loud enough for Abraxas to hear it.
"I am not!" Abraxas exclaimed.
"What did he say last time? Her vanilla perfume drives me mad!" Canopus mocked fainting in exaggeration.
"I didn't say that!"
"Her name's , and I think she's over forty," Alphard talked excitedly and Genevieve giggled.
"I hate you guys. Did you know that?" Abraxas imitated a puppy dog eyes and all three bursted into laughter.
Ten minutes later, the four Slytherin Knights of Walpurgis set foot on the grass of Hogwarts' grounds, waiting for the carriage. The carriages soon arrived, and they all got in while Canopus held the door for her. She mumbled a small 'thanks', which he acknowledged with a little bow, smiling. They all remained silent during the short bumpy ride to the Hogsmeade. And Genevieve spent her time gazing out of the window at the October sky.
Hogsmeade was full of excitement towards the Halloween. Magical flying replica of bats flew around the entire Hogsmeade, and the famous sweet shop, Darkins and Jenkins gave out new Halloween sweets. The Jack o' Lanterns were placed around the shop, which exploded with crackers once in a while and poured blood-tasing candies and trantula bonbons from the sky. Genevieve did not want to know what those new candies tasted like, but Canopus bravely popped the candies in his mouth.
"Bah, it wouldn't taste that horrible. I mean, they're candies!" but soon his face turned pale, and dashed from that place in search of bathroom to vomit. They visited Darkins&Jenkins and Joy Jodan's joke shop as soon as Canopus came back. Although he still looked pale, it seemed that his nausea was gone.

Tom Riddle exited the library irritated. That bitch had taken The Dark Arts and its Development with her, the very book he wanted to read. Unfortunately, there were no reference to Exitium Reverie in other books. That means he will just have to take the book away from her. But he must wait until he comes back from Hogsmeade with her pathetic friends. He just couldn't understand why it was worth it for her to spend time with them. They were just a-. Tom Riddle halted and massaged his temple. A headache started to grow in his head until it became unbearably painful. Tom hissed in pain and laid his weight by the wall. Breathing heavily, he clutched his fists tight. He was just starting to think he was going to faint, when he started to see visions in front of him. It was a girl, running in the streets on a rainy day. Most likely London. Then the scene changed. And it was a pair of pale blue eyes through half-mooned spectacles. Then it changed again. This time, the girl was sitting. But more like locked up in a metalic room. The girl was crying. Tears streamed down from her purple eyes...
Tom cracked his eyes open and inhaled sharply as though he was suffocating. He was lying on the floor and he felt the cold beads of ice on his forehead. He was trembling. So after taking a few deep breath, he stumbled up. And entering one open classroom nearest to him, he conjured a small chair and sat down quietly to calm his mind. He dearly hoped those swelling would be gone soon.
His mind flashed back to the vision he just had. What was that? Was that, one of Bellamore's memories like yesterday? Those purple eyes, it had to be her. It wasn't everyday that he met a person with purple eyes. She was locked up in a cellar. It felt great to see her crying, making her look vulnerable, but what caused her to do so? And those eyes... were those Dumbledore's? Yes, he couldn't be wrong. He felt a shiver run down his spine remembering those cold glare of Dumbledore in Bellamore's memory. There were so many things he couldn't understand. But those were just glimpses of her memories. He will just have to wait. Judging from it, it seemed that this seeing of other's memory was quite common. Although the headaches were disturbing, he will soon get all the pieces of her puzzle, and he will be able to connect them together. Already at this point, he knew some parts of her past. She was locked up in a cellular, presumably for a long time. And Dumbledore has got to do with them.

Genevieve clutched the handle of her butterbeer. Stab. She groaned. Again. Another pain shot through her head. This time, Abraxas turned his head to see her, a smile quickly being replaced by a frown and concern.
"Genevieve? What happened?"
"You know... ugh, you guys just keep on talking... I'm gonna have some, fresh air," Genevieve squinted her eyes as anither stab hit through her head.
"You sure you don't want us to come with you?" Alphard asked.
Genevieve just shook her head and with a weak smile, turned around and started stumbling towards the exit. She stepped out of One Broomstick into the fresh dry air. She was hoping that fresh air will make her feel better, but it didn't. She stumbled towards a tree, and laid her shoulder on the tree. The pain in the side of her head was unbearable now. But then she saw the boy again. Grey eyes and perfectly combed hair. Only that he was older now. He looked more like Riddle in these days rather than his childhood. He was walking under starry night towards a big mansion. And the scene changed. Riddle was standing in front of her. Or, no it wasn't Riddle. It was the exact same copy of Riddle only that he looked older than Riddle she knew. With some wrinkles and strands of white hair visible in his hair. He looked terrified. "I beg you! No! I'm sorry! I'll give you anything! Anything! Do you want money? This house? I'll give them all to you! All! So, please! Have mercy, have mercy!" the older Riddle kept on rattling in panicky voice. By his feet, lay two bodies. The next moment, another body lay beside them. The Older Riddle. Unmoving, unpeaceful.
Unalive.
"You were too late, dad. Sixteen years late," a cold voice of Riddle echoed quietly through the house, undevoid of any emotion.
"Genevieve! Genevieve! Ge-ne-vi-eve!" a familiar voice brought her back to the present. Genevieve forced her eyelids to open, and found Abraxas' eyes staring down at her. Behind him, were Canopus and Alphard. She woke herself up from the ground.
"Wha- What happened?"
"Well, you didn't come back, so we came to check out on you. And then, you were lying on the floor," Abraxas stared down at her in worry.
"What the bloody hell happened, Genevieve?"
Genevieve gazed at Canopus, unsure of what to say. Until, "I guess I had too much of butterbeer," Genvieve mumbled sheepishly.
"We should head back now. You still look shaky, Genevieve. And you, Canopus, you still look pale," Abraxas turned his gaze towards the castle. Canopus nodded desperately. So they all started heading towards the castle in tge rustling wind. All of them moved onto the topic of asking Canopus how the blood candy tasted like. Except Genevieve, who couldn't forget about the three dead bodies lying on the floor. And the painful, cold and cruel grey eyes that calmly stared at the bodies. In contrast to the dead man's unemotional eyes, which had a single tear on his cheek.
Genevieve shuddered as te realisation sunk in.
Tom Riddle had killed his father.

Genevieve opened the door to the Great Hall and entered with Canopus and Alphard. Genevieve was dressed up in Morgana's costume, Alphard in his favourite quidditch team's uniform and Canopus in a vampire suit. And they all stood in the Hall, dreamily staring at the decorations. The Great Hall was mesmerising. Jack o' lanterns with evil sneer on each face floated in the air around the ceiling, and bats each coloured in black or orange flew around them gracefully. As soon as the door closed behind them, flying creatures with furs flew above them and created an arch. One of them landed on her hand and stared up at her with wide eyes. It was a creature she had never seen before. It looked quite similar to a bat, but they were more like two huge eyes stuck on a chunk of black feather, with two small legs sticking out and a big two dragon-like wings.
"Abraxas did quite a good job, hasn't he?" she heard Canopus murmur behind her and she nodded in agreement. She knew well that Abraxas has been busy all these weeks for preparation of the Halloween party, but this was far beyond expectation.
"Do you like it?" Abraxas dressed in a pirate's costume suddenly appeared by them. Abraxas wore a simple ragged shirt with black pants, a cutlass hanging by his side. Alphard screamed with his sudden appearance.
"Don't scare me like that, Abe!"
"You scream like a girl," Canopus chuckled.
"This is quite amazing, Abraxas," Genevieve grinned, "What are you supposed to be?"
"I'm a pirate. Do you know there were pirates in the 18th century? They are bunch of aggressive mens who attack and take away money and,... ladies."
Canopus' eyes widened in amusement, "That's awesome! I'm a vampire tonight, who's going to suck blood from all the attractive women in this hall!"
With that, he turned around abd found Jessica Parkinson standing nearby. He twirled her around in his arms, "Hello there. You look awfully delicious."
Parkinson giggled, "And who are you supposed to be?"
"My apologies. I am earl Lestrange. And I have a tendency to suck blood from beautiful women. Do you care to dance?" Parkinson shrugged, so Canopus lead her to the dance floor, winking at them.
"What are you supposed to be, Genevieve?"
"I'm Morgana. I couldn't think of anyone else."
"I thought you wanted to be Jack o' Lantern?" Alphard smirked.
"I was going to, but then I noticed that I was likely to trip over with the costume."
Alphard chuckled and Genevieve asked, "Who are you supposed to be, Alphard?"
"I'm Eagerl Winston, of course. He's the best seeker ever in Wimbourne Wasps! Look, I even made a flying snitch!" He took out a golden snitch from his uniform pocket, and it flew around their heads until Alphard catched it.
"Woah. You made it?" Abraxas raised his brows in interest.
Alphard grinned, "Yup."
"Can you tell me the spells you've used?"
"Maybe, if I felt like it," Alphard smirked, and left to discuss more about quidditch teams with groups of students dressed up in other quidditch uniforms, crowding around the food counter.
Genevieve and Abraxas went to sit by the table. She smirked as she saw Alphard talking animatedly with the quidditch fans, and showing his snitch proudly in front of people. Releasing, and catching constantly. On the other side of the Hall, Canopus was still dancing with Jessica Parkinson, who was dreamily staring up at her earl.
But after a while, she turned to Abraxas again, "Could you tell me about those pirates again?"
She had actually been wondering about the pirates. She knew pirates existed in muggle world around 17th to 19th century from some of the few books Wool's Orphanage kept, such as Treasure Island. But she never thought there were pirates in the magical world.
"Yeah. They existed around 18th century. Pirates those times used magic to improvise their ship, like invisible ships, of flying ships, or even ships that can go underwater."
"That's like Davy Jones," Genevieve chuckled.
Abraxas widened his eyes in shock, "You know him? He's not that famous. You furrow your brow, but it's true. Mythical Davy Jones is famous, but the historical figure isn't that known. He had a ship that can sail underwater."
The classical music were over now and now a drum started to echo in the Hall and guitars joined. "We invited the Polkadot Ravens. You know the famous band?" Abraxas murmured.
It was just then when they saw Orion Black approaching them. Genevieve felt Abraxas' breathing as he whispered into her ear, "Orion, he's one of your admirers. Go and dance with him, you should enjoy the night!"
"Good evening, . Malfoy," Orion Black acknowledged them and Abraxas nodded in greeting.
"Can I have a pleasure of dancing with you, Genevieve?" Orion Black offered his hand to her, and after a few moments, Genevive took the hand hesitantly.
Thirty minutes later, Genevieve ran to the drink counter with Agatha Rookwood to get a up of butter beer. She was feeling so hot now that she felt like she was evaporating. So far, she had danced with so many people including Orion Black, Gregory Featherstone from Ravenclaw, George McTavius from Hufflepuff and more. She had even danced with some of her dorm mates, like Parkinson, Yaxley and Rookwood. She had never noticed dancing was so much fun.
"Tonight is wonderful," Rookwood said in a melodious way and Genevieve nodded while sipping butter beer from her cup. She couldn't agree more.
"Although, I wish if Tom would ask me to dance," Agatha Rookwood stared at the air, dreamily. Genevieve almost gagged on her drink.
"RIDDLE?" she asked while coughing.
"Yes! Of course! No girls on this Earth would not wish for Riddle to dance with her! I mean... he's so charming, handsome, kind, and gentle..." Rookwood's cheek blushed slightly, "Don't you agree?"
She couldn't agree to Rookwood that Riddle was gentle and kind in any way. Actually, he was far from it. But, thinking about him, he could be considered handsome compared to the others... Twinkling grey eyes, perfectly combed hair and fat lips. His face, his smell and how he talks. Every part of him was what women dreamed of as one's prince. He could be very charming. And he would use his charming smile and handsome face to trick everyone!
"I wouldn't say he's ugly," Genevieve finally stated carefully.
"Ugly? Ugly! UGLY!? Then who would you call handsome? I haven't seen anyone handsome than Tom in my life. Have you? Could you introduce him to me?" Rookwood screamed out. It was just then that she noticed Abraxas sitting on his own in the corner, staring up at the dancing couples around him.
Genevieve quickly excused herself and ran away from Rookwood as he took another cup of butter beer for Abraxas. Those people! Those thoughts that goes around their heads! She couldn't bear it anymore. It was fun to dance with those girls from her dorm, but it wasn't entertaining at all to discuss about Riddle.
She slumped down to a seat beside Abraxas and handed him a cup of butter beer. Abraxas eyed her curiously as he took the cup and sipped from it quietly.
"What happened? I thought you were having fun with Agatha?"
"No," Genevieve crossed her arms. "No, because they think Riddle is handsome, and they want me to introduce a guy I have never met! Those nerve of those girls!"
Abraxas furrowed his brows, "You do notice that you are talking nonsense, right?"
Genevieve wrinkled her nose.
Abraxas chuckled, "So, you don't think Riddle is handsome?"
"Maybe he is. I also think he's very kind and gentle."
Abraxas sneered in sarcasm.
"What about you?" Genevieve glanced at Abraxas from corner of her eyes. Abraxas raised his eyebrows. "Aren't you going to dance with anyone? Don't you like somebody?"
"I'm not really interested in girls. I found out last year that the only girl I liked was rather fond of Canopus," Abraxas pointed his chin at Canopus, who was now kissing Christina Yaxley.
"Yaxley?" Genevieve furrowed her brow. This was unexpected.
Abraxas nodded. His longing eyes were perched onto the back of Yaxley. Genevieve suddenly felt an urge to comfort Abraxas, and tell him that there someday will be a girl who likes you. So she placed a hand on his shoulder and said boldly, "Hey do you wanna dance together?"
"What?" Abraxas turned his head to stare at her.
"Do you wanna dance?" Genevieve repeated, and threw a bright smile. Abraxas faltered, so she pulled him up with her.
"But Genevieve, I don't know how to dance," Abraxas mumbled.
"You don't need to know how to dance to enjoy yourself," and she drgged him to the dance floor where the sound was amplified and very loud, and everyone was getting crazy.
"You just have to listen to the music, and do what ever your body wish to do!" Genevieve shouted over the guitars to Abraxas and twirled him. Abraxas stumbled, but was able to restrain himself from falling over. Genevieve giggled and twirled herself on that spot. Seeing her smile, Abraxas slowly started to sway a little bit, until he started to twirl her around until she got dizzy, now both of them smiling. Abraxas laughed out loud when she troppled over to Qwntin Mason because of dizziness, who widened his eyes in shock until the eyes were perfect circle. It was when they were jumping up and down, holding hands together when she felt a stab of pain in her wrist. She furrowed her brow and instantly stopped jumping. Abraxas noticed her weird action and stopped jumping as well, "Genevieve? Did you drink too much butter beer?"
Genevieve nodded, "I'll just go to the loo and cool down," she threw a bright smile again in assurance.
Abraxas, seeing her smile, nodded and started dancing with Jessica Parkinson. After a while of watching Abraxas laughing with Parkinson in satisfaction, she headed out to the exit. Again, those flying feather balls created an arch above her as she exited the Hall and left all the chaos behind her. She was swaying a little and visions swirled around her. But this time, no pain in her head came. This was something much more different. All she felt was the constant pain in her wrist, and swelling.
As she shut the door of girls lavatory behind her, the booming music was shut off completely and silence fell. She stumbled to the mirrors, and looked at herself in the mirror. There were nothing wrong with her face. Pale as ever in the silvery moon light, only a little flushed from all the dancing. Then what was this feeling? She slowly raised her right wrist and held it as she gazed at it. And slowly, she pulled the sleeve to reveal the scar. She gasped in shock. Mysteriously, her black scar was few centimetres bigger in radius compared to the last time she had observed it. The scar was swirling aggressively and it seemed much darker than usual. What was happening to her? She clutched her scar in fear, and she hissed in pain.
"I have always been wondering what that tatoo of yours meant."
A cold voice echoed in the hollow girls's bathroom, and she whipped back to see to whom the voice belonged.
"I don't know what it is, yet. But I can see that tatoo is getting bigger. Is it like a some form of a curse?" Genevieve absent-mindedly hid her curse by placing a hand over it. In the moonlight, Tom Riddle's skin looked very pale, but his eyes were shadowed and she couldn't read his expression. Apart from the fact that he was smirking. Genevieve backed away to the sink, not taking her eyes off from Riddle.
"Does it hurt? If you tell me what spell or curse it was used, I can cure you," Riddle formed a gentle smile on his lips, "There's nothing I can't do, Genevieve."
Pff. He had even used her first name.
"Riddle. I don't know what you are talking about-"
"Oh, I am sure you know exactly what I'm talking about."
"It's only a tatoo-"
"A tatoo that was created by dark magic. After few years of learning about dark magic, you start to sense, or feel the dark magic around you. I can feel it, Genevieve, the dark aura. I first thought it was coming from you, like myself. Powerful, but dark. But I noticed after the Slug Club tea that the dark aura was coming only from part of you; your tatoo."
Riddle slid his arm around her waist, and enclosing her hand in his, he started to sway a waltz.
"I know so many dark curses, Genevieve. And I know I can cure you, if you could only tell me about the curse and how you got the tatoo."
"I know you are suffering from the curse, Genevieve. You are sometime hissing in pain, or clutching your wrist. Those will get worse, probably. And such a pure and beautiful witch, like you doesn't deserve any of that."
Carefully analysing her expression, Riddle hesitantly leaned over her, and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. He then started to kiss her tenderly, as though he actually did care and love her.
"You only have to tell me the name of the curse. And you don't have to worry about anything. I'll take care. I'll save you," Riddle whispered into her ear.
"You can trust me, Genevieve."

Genevieve stared into his grey eyes with wide eyes. She didn't believe any of the words he had just said. Maybe that's how he had killed his father. Suddenly images of Riddle ruthlessly killing his father came back to her in waves. Maybe that's what Riddle told his father before he killed him. 'Trust me'.
"Is that how you killed your father?" Genevieve finally said in a deathly cold voice and she felt Riddle's arms tensing around her waist. His smile instantly dropped from his face and his eyes hardened.
'You were too late, dad. Sixteen years late' Genevieve mimicked him. Riddle now released her and stepped away from her. His eyes were now red and his voice was slightly shaking from anger, "Where did you hear that?"
Genevieve didn't reply to his answers, but instead, "What made you kill him?"
Genevieve saw a flame rising in Riddle's eyes. For a second, she thought she had gone too far, and she considered running away from him before she got into more trouble. But unexpectedly, Riddle spun around on his heels and started to pace to and fro in front of her.
"He was a muggle." Tom Riddle finally spoke.
"My father, was, a MUGGLE. Do you know how that feels like? You grow up in an orphange, packed with muggles, for seventeen years. And when you search about your father, he turns out to be a muggle. It made me feel like I am made of muggle. Muggle's disgusting blood, runs in my vains! It made ME disgusting!" Riddle was shouting now.
"What makes you think that muggles are worthless!? Some muggles can be nice!"
Riddle remained silent, suppressing himself to not shout at her, but still sent glare at her.
"I can't believe it. I thought anybody out of you, a pureblood, will be disgusted by muggles," he finally said coldly.
"No, Riddle. I am not," Genevieve glared up at him persistently.
With one last glare, Riddle whipped around and left the girls's lavatory without a sound.
Genevieve stood rooted on the ground unmoving, her mind rushing with the conversation she just had with Lord Voldemort.

A/N: Thanks for reading again! And I'm sorry for the late update, again. I hope you enjoyed this chapter :) In this chapter, Riddle changed his tactic and decided to be seductive and look nice. And also, Genevieve learned that Riddle killed his father in the past! Da-da-da-n! And the Halloween party. Poor Abraxas... Yaxley doesn't belong to him but to Canopus... :'( And one little announcement. The rating of Marvolo's Ring has been changed to T. This is because I thought the story was getting violent than I have planned (like Genevieve and Riddle scenes). I also rated T because of language. I was trying to write as less swear words as possible like saying 'mink' instead of 'b*tch'. But I found difficult to find words that can replace the swear words I wanted to use, so from now on there will be some swear words. Thanks for more than 1,100 views! Woo-hoo! Just in case if you guys wanted to know: 'tenebre inghiottono eternamente' means 'darkness engulf eternally' in Latin, and 'Scuola di magia' means 'School of wizardry' in Italian. :)