Insolent girl! How dare she disobey his orders?! How dare she stand between him and his worst enemy?! Tom was boiling with rage wanting to do nothing but disarm and Crucio her until she remembered her place, until she begged for his forgiveness. He would need to properly punish her so she would never disobey him again. Of course, he would forgive her childish behavior eventually, if she'd prove to be a good girl later on. He was a merciful Lord after all.
"You don't want me as your enemy, darling," the way he spoke 'darling' made your skin crawl with uneasiness, pure venom and sarcasm evident in his voice. His smirk was nasty, dangerous, and almost creepy, all directed at you. Your throat got dry and your hands were shaking, feeling the magnitude of his anger through the dark magic surrounding you. You had to be strong, you had to try to stop him. If you just gave up, you would never forgive yourself.
The way he was looking at you made it clear that he needed the journal, that he was somehow still tied to it. If it was that important to him, why didn't he simply fake indifference? At least that would somehow throw you off, unless… Unless he really didn't need it as much as you've assumed.
Your hands started to shake becoming unsure about the entire situation. If the disintegration of the journal posed no threat to him, why was Tom still angry with you? Was there an ulterior motive behind his actions? You felt your throat go dry when you locked eyes with Tom's, feeling a shudder go down your legs, causing goosebumps to graze your skin.
Tom noticed her indecisiveness, his smirk growing wider and victorious. Her fear of him was greater than her moral compass, which gave him a huge advantage.
"Put the wand down, sweetheart," Tom spoke in a sweet non-threatening voice, using his charm to appear less intimidating. "I promise not to hurt you...much."
He took a step forward causing her to step back and collide with the famous Harry Potter who was looking at her with his sickeningly brave green eyes. How disgusting. The boy was silently trying to convince his disobedient apprentice to cast the spell, to burn the journal. Tom would never allow that.
"Stay back!" you raised your voice, sounding more threatening than you felt. The boy behind you put a reassuring hand on your back, getting closer to your ear.
"Do it. He's Lord Voldemort." he whispered. The scary thing was that you knew...you knew, yet you still were hesitant. You knew Tom successfully detached himself from the journal, but you were uncertain if its destruction would threaten Tom's existence in any way. You glanced upon Ginny's lifeless body. There was a slim chance that burning the diary would inevitably kill Tom...and you just couldn't bring yourself to do it.
"She can't do it, Harry. She knows I'm much more powerful," he sounded more cocky as he came closer bit by bit, that pompous smirk evident on his lips. You gulped knowing all too well how right he was, but you wouldn't back down now.
Without another word, you casted a rather nasty curse, seeing Tom effortlessly set up a powerful shield, annoyance in his eyes. It never meant to harm him just to distract him. Quickly, you pointed your wand back at the journal, ready to fire a destruction spell. However, before you were able to utter a worn, you felt your entire body go numb, unable to move or even breath. Your lips were shut tight and you cursed yourself for not being able to cast silent magic.
Of course Tom knew he would be able to effortlessly stop her before she burnt the journal; he just wanted to see if she was going to go through with it. No doubt, he was disappointed and angry with her insolence, already thinking of the ways to punish her for such disloyalty. Perhaps, he needed to entice just a bit more fear, so she'd think twice before getting in his way.
It was more than clear that he had to be creative, that he had to imprint her failure deep into her mind so she'd never forget, so she'd never defy him again. Tom had to show his dominance. Tom had to show the lengths he was willing to go to just to make a point.
"Crucio," Tom spoke in a rather calm voice, lazily flicking his wrist and bringing the Heir of Ravenclaw to the ground. Her screams echoed across the chamber, her body convulsing, spasming, clawing at the stone floor. The Gryffindor instantly kneeled next to her, worry in his eyes, helplessness, and a glimpse of fear.
"What did you do to her? STOP!" the second-year yelled, clearly unfamiliar with the use of unforgivables. A nasty smirk spread across Tom's lips, insane, disturbing, and sadistic.
"Not yet, Harry. A lesson must be learned here," the young Lord eyed the girl's writhing body, taking in the details of her skin prickled with sweat, of her desperate attempts to fight through pain. He licked his lips knowing he was the only one able to stop it, knowing he was the one in control, knowing she was finally put in her place.
Excruciating pain was flowing through your entire body, hitting your every nerve cord, exciting your nociceptors over and over until you were stretched to your limits. You thought you were going to die, you thought your brain would explode before this torture would end. The noxious stimulus kept on coming until you were nothing but a weeping mess, nothing but a shivering lump on the floor, nothing but a scared little girl.
You've never felt more powerless, more out of control than you did now. Why? Why was Tom doing this? The answer was simple - because he could, because he was stronger, because he was wanted to.
Tom finally lifted the cruciatus curse, smirking at the sight of panting, tearstained, exhausted girl, who was now more than aware of his superiority, of his dominance. He licked his lips, panting ever so slightly. Perhaps, under different circumstances one could mistake her disheveled state for the aftermath of intense love-making. He hummed to himself in delight at the thought, his mind wondering to their previous lewd activity before being rudely interrupted by that Potter scum.
"Imperio," Tom's voice brought you back to reality, causing your eyes to widen. Another Unforgivable. You felt your aching limbs move on their own, ignoring the protests of your body. No. Your tired eyes searched for the journal, finding it on the floor a few feet away. No. Feeling an intense urge to pick it up, you slowly came closer and grasped it with your shaky fingers. All the while Tom was watching you with a wicked smirk, wand pointing at you. You immediately felt drawn to him when your eyes connected with his, feeling your feet step closer and closer until he was mere centimeters away. Your own disobedient body handed Tom the journal, placing it upon his open palm. He smirked in triumphant victory.
"Good girl," he petted your wet cheek, pleased with your compliance even after a good round of Crucio and an influence of Imperius curse. "Now, kill him," his voice was so carefree, as if human life had no meaning to him.
Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the order, fearful for Potter's life, fearful for your own innocence. You couldn't murder anyone, even if you really wished to, even if you were Imperio'ed.
You felt your wand placed into your cold fingers, familiar and safe. You wanted nothing but to curse Tom, to disarm him, but your lips were sewn shut and silent, completely under Tom's control. You began to resist his influence, trying with all your might to shake his overwhelming presence off. Consequently, your shoulders and arms began to twitch as if physically fighting back against the spell, against Tom's dark magical veil. If you couldn't use magic to stop him, you'd use your body instead, even if you were terribly exhausted.
Tom scoffed when he felt a weak shove against his chest, impressed with the girl's ability to resist him now, finding it somewhat amusing. He effortlessly turned her around, pressing her back against him, leaning his head to her ear.
"It's useless to resist. I've mastered all Unforgivables," you could feel his hot breath against your skin, sending chills down your spine, filling you with despair. "Imperio," his voice was dark and sadistic, laced with his breathtaking charm and authority. It was clear he was enjoying every second of this mind torture.
You tried to resist as much as you could, you tried to stop your arm from moving… But it was there, pointing at the confused Gryffindor, ready to give the final strike. Your eyes connected with bright green, feeling rage boiling up inside, disorienting and foreign. If it wasn't for him you wouldn't be in this mess. If it wasn't for him you wouldn't have disobeyed Tom. If it wasn't for him you wouldn't have been Crucio'ed. If it wasn't for him you wouldn't have to kill anyone.
Your hand shook, not from exhaustion or the Cruciatus, but from blinding rage building up inside. This boy was a nuisance. This boy did nothing but ruin Tom's plans, your plans. He had seen too much, knew too much. He was the only one standing between you and Tom. He was a loose end, and loose ends had to be tied.
A cold cruel voice uttered the Killing Curse, it's green light striking Potter's heart, bringing his body down to the floor, limp, immobile, and lifeless. You were breathing hard, your wand still pointing, your body unbalanced. You fell to your knees, finally succumbing to the stress you've been through now that the Imperio curse was lifted. You finally felt like yourself again. Hurriedly, realizing the consequences if your actions, you examined the body. Potter wasn't breathing. Panic engulfed your entire being, tears blinding your vision, hopelessness stirring up inside.
"No…" you whimpered, unable to hold back. You barely knew the kid, but that didn't make you feel less responsible and less...inhumane. You felt like some part of you was missing, like you've lost something very important. Were you weeping because you took someone's life or because you've just ended yours?
You knew you wouldn't be the same after this. You knew, even under the Imperius, you would be held accountable for the young boy's would you tell the Ministry of Magic? That young Lord Voldemort made you do it? That he somehow resurrected himself into a sixteen-year-old? No, they wouldn't believe you. Voldemort was dead in their eyes and would remain dead in order to keep "peace" and control over the magical world of Britain. Ministry of Magic wouldn't be all that powerful if there was a Dark Lord on the loose, would it? Even if you decided to fight back, Tom would easily overpower you. The Cruciatus curse took a big toll on you, leaving you weak and vulnerable to attacks; therefore, dueling Tom was out of the question.
"Well done, apprentice," you felt Tom's hand land on your shoulder, squeezing it firmly. He sounded more than pleased, delighted with the turn of events. That sick twisted bastard.
You shook his hand off, not wanting to be touched by him, but he only stepped in front of you looking intently at your form. He lifted your chin, his brown eyes connecting with yours.
"Don't ever disobey me again," he spoke with a serious frown. "You know I'm capable of far worse," it was a clear warning, one you weren't going to take lightly. Of course you knew what he was capable of. He was Lord Voldemort. You felt stupid for having to be reminded of it.
Tom looked down at the beaten Heir of Ravenclaw, bathing in his victory, in her submission, in her lost innocence. He was shaping her just the way he wanted with nobody to stop him, not even her. He did not expect it to be so… enjoyable.
She appeared colder than before, more mature. Those piercing eyes hated him, desired him, and submitted to him all in one icy stare. The girl knew she had nothing to go back to now. She understood her situation perfectly. She understood that all she had left was him.
Tom tightened his grip on her jaw and leaned in, placing a single passionate kiss upon her lips. He wrapped her entire body in a cocoon of his magic, feeling her shudder against it but give in nonetheless. He pulled away looking over her dirty school uniform. Sadly, this would be the last time she'd ever wear it.
"As much as I'd love to finish what we've started," his eyes lingered to the couch in the far dark corner, "We don't have much time," Tom took the girl's hand and pulled her up, only to see her legs shake and crumbled back to the floor. He made an annoyed sound and pointed his wand at her. She visibly tensed at the sight of it.
"Rest. I'll take care of everything," his words sounded finite and unchallenged, soaked with authority, dominance, and… responsibility. With a wave of his wand, you fell on the floor unconscious.
Tom sighed as he levitated the girl's body, hurriedly following the secret underground passage to the Forbidden Forest. Did he go too far this time? Maybe he shouldn't have Crucio'ed her until she couldn't stand. No, she had to learn her lesson. She had to learn her place. He was her Dark Lord, her Dark Mentor, her Dark Master, and she was his apprentice, his servant, his future Dark Lady.
