Escape to the Underground
If the dark wizard found Tom alone, he would be very suspicious. "Where had the
other wizard gone?" he would ask. What would Tom answer? He couldn't say that it had
been Grindlewald. He would definitely not be believed. Then the wizard would search
him and find the ancient book, and Tom couldn't let that happen. He had no reason to
stay at Brockby anyway, now that he had found the answer to what he was searching for.
He heard the steps coming closer and panicking, he squinted around the dark cell
but saw no way of escape.
"Time's up, boy!" called the nasty voice of the approaching wizard. "You'd better
be finished, or else…"
But Tom Riddle never heard what would have happened to him; he had found in
the way back corner a small sewage drain, which he had jumped down. Moist air
whipped past his face as he fell deeper and deeper down the darkening tunnel. He saw
silver streaks of light barely miss him, which he assumed must be the stunning spells
from above. He began gaining speed and was filled with a great dread of hitting a hard
surface. He was almost sure of his death, but he remained calm. Then suddenly he hit a
surface, but amazingly he sank right through and his brains had not splattered as his mind
had begun to imagine. He found himself swimming in a strange opaque liquid unlike
anything he had ever seen. It was silvery blue, yet much thicker than water. Because of
his forceful impact, Tom had been pushed nearly twenty feet below the surface until he
hit the hard floor. His eyes looked down at what he was standing on, though he regretted
it deeply.
Littered across the river bottom were countless bones, not from animals, but from
people. Skulls upon skulls of dead humans covered the ground, piled on top of each other
like an ancient graveyard. Scattered around were other skeleton fragments, but before
Tom good get a better look, he was being pulled up at great speed towards the rivers
surface. He suddenly emerged out of the liquid, and as he took in deep breaths he looked
around and found himself inside a great cavern. The cave roof rose hundreds of feet up
before disappearing from view. He wondered where he could be. He knew this cave must
be deep underground, for it was cold and damp and his bones were beginning to shiver.
He then realized that his clothes were dry. This strange river of liquid he was
floating in had not affected his robes and hair. He began to swim into the darkness,
hoping he'd find a way out. He still clutched tightly the rags holding the book, but to his
surprise, the once dirty clothes were now sparkling white. He supposed this was another
quality of this liquid. How long would it take the Brockby wizards to find him? Would
they even bother? His one reassurance was that this was a magical liquid, which meant if
anyone were here, it would probably be a wizard. But as Tom continued swimming into
the darkness, he noticed a green light coming toward him slowly.
If the dark wizard found Tom alone, he would be very suspicious. "Where had the
other wizard gone?" he would ask. What would Tom answer? He couldn't say that it had
been Grindlewald. He would definitely not be believed. Then the wizard would search
him and find the ancient book, and Tom couldn't let that happen. He had no reason to
stay at Brockby anyway, now that he had found the answer to what he was searching for.
He heard the steps coming closer and panicking, he squinted around the dark cell
but saw no way of escape.
"Time's up, boy!" called the nasty voice of the approaching wizard. "You'd better
be finished, or else…"
But Tom Riddle never heard what would have happened to him; he had found in
the way back corner a small sewage drain, which he had jumped down. Moist air
whipped past his face as he fell deeper and deeper down the darkening tunnel. He saw
silver streaks of light barely miss him, which he assumed must be the stunning spells
from above. He began gaining speed and was filled with a great dread of hitting a hard
surface. He was almost sure of his death, but he remained calm. Then suddenly he hit a
surface, but amazingly he sank right through and his brains had not splattered as his mind
had begun to imagine. He found himself swimming in a strange opaque liquid unlike
anything he had ever seen. It was silvery blue, yet much thicker than water. Because of
his forceful impact, Tom had been pushed nearly twenty feet below the surface until he
hit the hard floor. His eyes looked down at what he was standing on, though he regretted
it deeply.
Littered across the river bottom were countless bones, not from animals, but from
people. Skulls upon skulls of dead humans covered the ground, piled on top of each other
like an ancient graveyard. Scattered around were other skeleton fragments, but before
Tom good get a better look, he was being pulled up at great speed towards the rivers
surface. He suddenly emerged out of the liquid, and as he took in deep breaths he looked
around and found himself inside a great cavern. The cave roof rose hundreds of feet up
before disappearing from view. He wondered where he could be. He knew this cave must
be deep underground, for it was cold and damp and his bones were beginning to shiver.
He then realized that his clothes were dry. This strange river of liquid he was
floating in had not affected his robes and hair. He began to swim into the darkness,
hoping he'd find a way out. He still clutched tightly the rags holding the book, but to his
surprise, the once dirty clothes were now sparkling white. He supposed this was another
quality of this liquid. How long would it take the Brockby wizards to find him? Would
they even bother? His one reassurance was that this was a magical liquid, which meant if
anyone were here, it would probably be a wizard. But as Tom continued swimming into
the darkness, he noticed a green light coming toward him slowly.