Please review! I am coming to the end of part two. Part Three will be Seventh Year. Part Four is Eileen's life after Hogwarts, up until her death.
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Chapter Forty-five: Disillusioned
That evening Eileen was still shaken by the truth. Alone in her dorm, trembling on the bed the tears had finally ceased and with it came a greater presence of mind.
Across from the four-poster bed was the opal necklace lying innocently on the dresser. Immersed in soft candlelight the green and glittering stones didn't glitter.
Eileen glared at it with dark eyes, shadows forming. She crossed her arms and pouted sullenly. She thought back to the memory of that summer night at home on Stonewall Estate. She could hardly remember a thing. Undoubtedly, Riddle modified the memory of the event.
She found herself before the dresser and was overcome by a fit of rage. She screamed and threw the necklace. Luckily Stephanie and Ruby were not here to witness this scene. The necklace that had once belonged to the muggle, Mary Riddle ricocheted across the room.
Throwing things wasn't enough. In the looking glass there appeared a beautiful seventeen-year-old witch. Thanks to the Elixir of Youth not the slightest pimple or enlarged pore tarnished her skin. She wasn't the most beautiful witch at Hogwarts, but every feature was perfected.
The nose no longer jutted out. The eyes were at least the same. The cheekbones were higher. But it was a lie.
For a moment Eileen couldn't believe that this was her anymore. It was a lie! But surely if she stopped taking it…the withdrawal process would kill her. Thanks to Voldemort she'd be forever enslaved to it.
Again Eileen screamed. She pounded the mirror until it cracked. Blood oozed down her wrist. It hurt really bad and momentarily was sorry.
She limped across the room, cradling the injured wrist. Her other hand held her wand ominously. Through the levitation charm the necklace hovered by nonverbal magic. Her throat was so constricted with renewed sobs she couldn't utter the incantation.
Set back on the dresser, Eileen examined it with renewed interest.
A new inspiration alighted inside. At the foot of the bed was the heavy, wooden trunk. She accioed over a couple of spell books. Again not saying the spell, just thinking.
No, that wasn't right. Not simple magic from Spellman's Syllabry. But yes. Her own private collection of books on Dark magic would be perfect!
For a long time, Eileen sat atop the bed and pored over the books. Finally, the preparation and the method was studied so thoroughly it could be done.
With her wand in one hand, the necklace tightened its cords and it grew hot as melting metal. Yet the magic did not damage the opal's luster.
Her hand shook fearfully, but Eileen kept at the curse. The necklace seemed to become a new entity. Like a creature of prey it bound itself over its mistress's wand, answering to none but the maker of its curse.
When the curse was finished, Eileen looked it over. It all appeared the same. But now if anybody touched it they would suffer and probably die. If worn, they would die within moments.
Eileen felt a surge of pride at this feat. It had taken a lot of skill and powers to conjure such Dark Magic to encapsulate a curse around the necklace. It was fueled by disappointment, hatred, anger and passion against Tom Riddle and his followers.
And without further ado, the disillusioned Eileen tossed it carelessly away. Where she'd never have to look on it again.
She'd not be reminded of those memories with Riddle. Like that summer and also when he took her to the New Year's Eve Ball, and he'd complained she wasn't wearing it.
The necklace was stored in the magical strongbox Riddle had given for her birthday. Bitterly, it was deduced that even then he'd been planning the murder. No wonder there was such kindness that day! He was happy to be getting something he needed, thanks to knowing her. It was a great opportunity to make such a political statement to his gang, by assassinating an important leader of the Wizarding community.
Never again would anybody wear it. It was enough of a curse to have known him. With his own Dark Magic Riddle had made the necklace indestructible. So Eileen was only able to put a curse on it. And now it lay in the strongbox, discarded like a neglected toy in a toy chest. A toy, just like the instrument she was.
For the rest of the ensuing term at Hogwarts, Riddle never noticed she wasn't wearing it. For Eileen didn't matter to him at the moment. He'd taken what he wanted after all.
One day Eileen acted on another secret scheme she'd been planning. It was true that Tom Riddle's bedroom, which he shared with two of the followers was as barricaded as the headmaster's.
However, Eileen stole the password one day after a Dark Order meeting. She stole it from the mind of one of the boys and modified his memory. Eileen had proved herself a fairly good Legilimens with this cunning technique. But she didn't give herself the credit that she deserved.
"Horcrux," Eileen whispered for this was the password. The door swung open. She pondered what this word could mean, but Riddle hadn't told any of the followers that.
Inside dust motes shone in the morning light, but otherwise the room was kept in immaculate order.
Eileen went searching through Riddle's stuff. Finally she found a small black box, but it wasn't the same as the strong box given as a gift.
Inside there was an assortment of miscellaneous items: a nail-filer, an old, empty wallet a bouncing ball and more. There was literally hundreds of random, non-magical stuff. Eileen briefly wondered what was wanted with them. She didn't know he'd taken them from students at Hogwarts that he'd hurt.
At the rock bottom was her mother's pearl necklace.
Triumphantly, Eileen snatched the item Riddle had taken from her at the New Year's Eve Ball. She slipped it in her dressing gown. It was getting late and Riddle could be getting back, but Eileen escaped unawares.
NOTE: Please review! I think this could have been better.
