A/N: Another extremely late chapter, I know. I'm really sorry! I've just been really busy with school and all. Thanks a lot for all those of you who reviewed! Did you guys like the CoS movie? I did.
One thing- someone made a comment about Harry Potter not being famous in this fic, when Mo mentioned it when he was talking about Allie with Snape. Well actually he is, even though he didn't defeat the Dark Lord and he's dead, but he's famous because of the prophecy and because of his parents.
Anyway, enjoy this one!
It was still early, a little while before noon. Mo wished they had stayed longer in the dungeons; he hadn't been in the room for long and already he wanted to get out again.
He ran over the ingredients he'd seen in the classroom today and a million ideas zoomed around his head, all concerning how he could use them to make the block for Avada Kedavra. His ambition to do this was growing stronger by the day, and he couldn't wait to be back in the dungeons again, experimenting around, just like he always did. Hopefully though, without any interruptions from whats-her-name Dumbledore. Well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to run into her once in a while- it would make life a little bit less boring.
He was leaning back in an armchair, his ankle on his left knee. A thought struck him. He had been wearing his pair of contact lenses for around two weeks now, and they would only last in his eyes for a month before expiring. That mean that if he stayed here longer than two weeks –and he had a feeling he would- he'd have to wear his glasses. He wrinkled his nose. Glasses were for dorks and imbeciles, his father told him. Lord Voldemort didn't want his son going around looking like a dork, which was why he insisted that Mo wore contacts 24/7. But now it looked like he'd be forced to wear his glasses; he didn't have a choice. He was thankful that he always kept a pair with him for emergencies.
Some time later, his lunch arrived, and this time he tried to eat more. It wouldn't do good at all for him to go weak now- he had to be strong and ready at all times. He ate quickly, hoping Snape would come by again. But he didn't, and Mo started to grow frustrated. He stepped towards the door and kicked it lightly, just for the heck of it. Then he kicked it again, stronger this time, and kept kicking it until his foot started hurting. He ignored the pain, and kept on kicking that blasted room's door, aware that he was creating a lot of noise. So what? Let them know they're making me angry. Let them regret that they ever brought me here.
Suddenly, something slammed painfully against his face, squishing his nose. He cried out and jumped back, then realized that someone had opened the door, banging it against Mo in the process. The Someone came inside and shut the door behind him- or rather, her.
"Oh, it's you," Mo said as he found himself looking at Allie.
She scowled. "Yes, me. Would you mind leaving that door alone? People get annoyed, you know." Her dark eyes glared daggers at him.
Mo just laughed. "Did you come here just to tell me that?"
"No you dolt, I happened to be passing by when I had the unfortunate chance of hearing all that noise you were making like you were a little child," Allie sneered at him.
"Yeah?" Mo said icily. "You try being locked up here by yourself, then we'll see what you'll do."
"Well I definitely wouldn't attempt to break the door down. You're really an idiot if you think that would do any help." She started laughing, as though at his stupidity and at how pathetic he was.
Mo rarely let anyone get to him or make him angry, but Alice Dumbledore was really coming close. His eyes flashed.
" If you had half a brain you'd know that I was just taking out my frustration on the door, and that if I was planning on escaping, I'd do it thoughtfully and carefully, without making everyone in the castle within hearing range." He said this in a dangerously low voice.
"Well," Allie said scornfully. "Then I'll leave you to continue taking out your frustration by yourself. Keep it down though, yeah?"
But Mo wouldn't be ridiculed like that. Allie had barely opened the door when, like lightning, Mo grabbed her by the arm, making sure his grip was firm but not painful. Allie cried out in surprise, and reached with her other hand for her wand, but Mo was too quick for her. He held the door open tightly with his foot and shoved Allie and himself outside through the narrow space, using his hard body and shoulders.
"You goddamn bastard!" Allie yelled. She tried to wriggle free from his grasp but he was too strong for her. He grabbed her other arm as well and held her wrists tightly, his heart racing the whole time.
Do it, man, don't be afraid. This is your only chance to escape!
He reached back with one hand and slammed the door of the little room shut, so that she wouldn't push him back inside. Allie swore loudly and colorfully.
"Shut up, will ya!" Mo growled. He closed his eyes, focusing completely and utterly on Allie and the Silencing Charm incantati
on. A moment later Allie was opening her mouth with no sound coming out. Mo smiled and did the same with the Summoning charm, summoning her wand. He pocketed it with a grin. No one messed with Morpheus Riddle.
The next second Mo felt the utmost pain any man could feel; Allie had just kicked him in the groin. He staggered back against the wall, cursing under his breath. His grip on her arms weakened and she wrenched herself away from him.
"You little bitch!"
Allie smiled triumphantly as Mo continued to moan in anguish. His head spun, and his mind raced frantically as he wondered what to do. He had to think. No one could see them here. He glanced at Allie, who she herself appeared lost on what to do. She obviously wanted to go get one of the professors, but Mo might escape by the time she got help.
He took out Allie's wand from beneath his robes and performed the full Body Bind on her. She froze in her place a couple of meters away from him, her eyes furious and frightened. Mo leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
Think, Riddle, think. What would Father do? No, scratch that- the Dark Lord would just rape her and kill her. No, I have to escape, and I'll leave her here. I'll make myself invisible, steal a broomstick, and fly to Father's mansion…
He Summoned his backpack and clothes from the room, easily cast an Invisibility Charm on himself, and had started running lightly through the corridor when something pulled him back. Did he really want to escape? Did he truly want to go back to his father again? To all that gloominess and torture? He would not stay a prisoner though, here at Hogwarts. There had to be something he could do…
Whatever he decided, he had to do it fast.
A minute later, his mind was made up. He glanced at Allie, standing frozen, her beautiful hair spread around her shoulders. He felt bad about taking her wand- should he leave it for her? After all, he could do wandless magic, though not as effectively.
But they took away my wand- why should I care if I take one of theirs? Besides, I might be back sooner than they think…
Nodding to himself, he glanced one last time at that spiteful witch who so looked like the girl in his dream, then jogged through down the corridor. He was cautious as he passed the stone gargoyle that hid the entrance to the Headmaster's office, and he thanked God that no one inside had heard all that noise despite the fact that the office was very close. Oh well, maybe no one was inside it. Smiling to himself, he continued, unseen, unheard, through the passages of the old castle, away from that little room.
*~*~*
"Pumpkin juice, anyone?" Minerva McGonagall asked the few professors in the lounge as she poured a goblet for herself.
"No, thank you Minerva," Remus and Dumbledore said cheerfully. Snape merely grunted in reply.
"Suit yourself." She turned back to the stack of parchments on her lap. "Do you know we're expecting that Caulfield boy this year?"
"He's that son of that hotshot guy Caulfield in the Ministry right?' Remus asked.
Dumbledore nodded. "Young Edward will be a first year at Hogwarts, if they accept."
"Delightful," Snape murmured in a bored tone, taking his gaze off the window, which he had been staring at for the past few minutes.
"Our mindless conversation too insignificant for your advanced brain, Severus?" McGonagall teased.
"Speaking of which," Dumbledore smiled. "How was your meeting of the advanced brains this morning, Severus?"
"It was all right. But the kid is too damn smart and arrogant for his own good." Snape replied dryly. "He ran into Alice down in the dungeons," he added, looking pointedly at Dumbledore.
"He did?" Dumbledore frowned. "How come?"
"Apparently Professor McGonagall sent her to get something for her from the Potions classroom. At the time I had left Riddle briefly to make an important call."
"She was alone with him?" McGonagall asked worriedly.
"Briefly," Snape said. "I returned and found them there. Everything was fine, though."
"Where is Allie anyway?" Remus asked suddenly. " I haven't seen her for awhile."
"Oh, she's probably in her room," the headmaster said. "Or on the grounds by the lake, as usual."
"I suppose."
Dumbledore stood up. "Well- I've got some work to do. Come, Severus; we need to discuss that new Potions curriculum for this year."
Snape nodded and followed the headmaster out of the teacher's lounge. They headed towards Dumbledore's office and were passing through the corridor of the stone gargoyle when they stopped short, their eyes widening in shock.
Dumbledore walked briskly towards her, Snape at his heels. He reached a hand out to stroke her long wavy hair. "Full body-bind," he said softly.
"Riddle," Snape spat, his eyes hardening.
"Check his room. I'll remove the spell," Dumbledore said, still looking at his granddaughter. He pointed his wand at her and muttered the counter-curse. Allie blinked then started yelling the second she was free.
"Allie, calm down," her grandfather said soothingly, placing his hands on her
shoulders. "Just relax."
"Headmaster?" came Severus's voice from inside the little room. "He's…gone."
Dumbledore turned around sharply and looked inside the empty room. "What happened?" he asked Allie.
"I- he cursed me."
"We are aware of that, Miss Dumbledore. What happened?" Snape questioned.
Allie scowled. "I was passing by, and I heard the little bastard kicking the door down. He was making a whole lot of noise too, so I went inside to tell him to stop it. He got a little- touchy with me, all because I told him a few…harmless words…"
Dumbledore and Snape exchanged glances. They both knew what Alice's 'harmless words' were like.
"…So when I was leaving, he grabbed me and kept the door open…and got us both outside…and he took my wand…did a lot of wandless magic, he did…I was yelling like hell… and he shut me up…put the damn curse on me…then I- I guess he escaped."
She looked up at the two older wizards. Snape seemed furious. He looked like he wanted to strangle the girl, but he remained silent, his eyes flashing angrily.
" What were you thinking, going into his room like that?" Dumbledore demanded. "You don't know what he could've done to you, sweetheart- and even if he didn't mean you any harm, he would still obviously try to escape!"
"But I can take care of myself," Allie muttered.
"Oh, obviously!" Snape snapped, unable to control himself anymore. "That's why he was able to overpower you, I assume?"
"He goddamn took me by surprise!" Allie glowered.
"Watch your language, Alice," Dumbledore said quietly. He had been staring past the corridor, deep in thought.
"Sorry," she muttered.
"Do you think we can catch up with him,
Headmaster?" Snape asked suddenly. He was furious that their prisoner had
managed to slip away, but Albus could tell he had really looked forward to
working on potions with the boy.
"That depends. Can you tell me around what time this happened, my dear?"
"Around lunchtime," Allie replied. " Or a bit later, maybe."
"Not so long ago, then. He couldn't have Apparated, of course… He must have gone to Hogesmade, and he's probably taking that route to get back to his father…" Dumbledore mused, his hand stroking his beard thoughtfully.
Snape shook his head. "Perhaps, but going to Hogesmade would be the obvious way. He's smarter than that; he'll know we'll look for him there. And can we be sure that he wants to go back to his father?"
"I see." Dumbledore nodded while Allie listened on interestedly. "So you think he's hiding somewhere we'd least expect?"
"Exactly."
"Right then. Allie, go find the rest of the professors, and tell them what has happened. Tell them to split up and search for him in the castle, on the grounds, and in Hogesmade."
"Can I go too?" Allie asked eagerly.
"I should think not," Snape murmured. Allie glared at him.
Dumbledore smiled. "Professor Snape's right. I believe it would be best for you to go to your room and stay there, my dear."
"I really can take care of myself. I kicked Riddle where it hurts today," Allie said.
Dumbledore and Snape both winced. "Er- good for you, I suppose," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. "But I must insist that you go to your room after you have informed the professors. You don't even have a wand, after all."
"Fine." She sauntered off.
Dumbledore looked at the potions master. "Shall we get going, Severus? I suggest we search the grounds first."
Snape nodded. And they headed towards the entrance hall, off in their search for the young man who had barely been with them for a couple of days.