A/N: Sorry for the delay in chapters. I haven't been feeling well and didn't have the strength or the initiative to type these next few up.

Riddles

By: Me! Monsoon

Chapter 11: Dreams

"Next time don't interrupt a class and you won't be placed in that position," Snape droned. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Well, I thought you should know about your favorite student. Sorry for considering his injury worthy of reporting to you."

"Don't talk back to me Rilee. I have many little games up my sleeves and you could easily be the first to play them." I growled and narrowed my eyes.

"Was that a threat?"

"No a promise." And with that he left the common room, cloak billowing behind. I stuck my tongue out at his back and turned to go into my dorm. I stopped short, staring at the fifth year in front of me.

"Rilee Riddle?"

"Yes," I eyed him warily. It was Zach Down. "What do you want?"

"I wanted to say thank you. You have opened my eyes to wonders of Robin Hood." I stopped all movement, breathing, blinking, and even my heart.

I woke up staring at a white ceiling. Where was a white ceiling in the castle? I hadn't seen one before. I glanced around and saw beds lined against the wall. 'This must be the infirmary.' Across the hall I heard someone move, making the springs squeak. I sat up and looked around.

"What are you doing here Rilee?" Draco sat up in one of the beds and eyed me curiously. His arm was getting better by the minute, literally.

"I don't know actually. One minute I was talking to Down, the next I wake up here." He raised his eyebrows in question but all I could do was shrug.

"She stopped her heart. Fainted actually." I snapped my head around and came face to face with Zach. "Shocked I guess. But I have no idea from what."

I took me a moment to remember what it was he had said. "Robin Hood! You said I had opened your eyes to the wonders of Robin Hood!" He smiled cheaply.

"Yeah, I did say that didn't I?" I growled.

"What?"

"Quiet Draco!" He grumbled and lay back down. "How did you find that?" I asked quietly. "How did you know I had that book?"

He leaned back in the chair and smirked. "I was there the day you bought it. Saw you take it off the shelf, saw the old man slam his cane into it, saw you buy it."

"You were watching me?"

"Kind of. You were odd, like you didn't really belong here. It was obvious that you were a witch but you still didn't act like you wanted to be there."

"That was because I didn't. I'm not a fan of England." He cocked his head to the side.

"Really? Well, where are you a fan of?" curiosity filled his voice.

"America."

"Ah."

"What? That's all? Ah?"

"Yeah. That's about it." He stood and stretched. "Well, I'd better get to lunch. Hungry an' all."

"It's tomorrow?! Err . . . Tuesday?"

"Yup. You stopped breathing somewhere around nine last night." He waved behind him as he walked out the door. "See you later Riddle."

Rolling my eyes I stood up and grabbed the clean uniform on the other bed. Walking into the Infirmary lavatory I stripped off my current clothes and replaced them with the clean uniform. 'I really hate uniforms.'

When I emerged Madam Pomfrey was standing there looking displeased. "Ms. Riddle, I hope you are feeling better?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Next time, try not to stop your heart child. I do not like having to revive the dead." And with that she turned and marched into her office. I stuck my tongue out at her and stopped in front of Draco's bed before leaving.

"Heal quickly ya dumb git. I do not like having your father here." Before he could respond I was out the door and heading down for some lunch.

The Great Hall was noisy again. I honestly think that these people never shut up. Sitting down in an empty seat I didn't realize who I had sat next to until they spoke up.

"Second day here and you've already landed in the infirmary? Wow, tells us a lot about how strong you are," the female voice drawled. I heard others snicker and try to hide it with coughs. The girl went on, "I think the Hat placed you in the wrong house. Hufflepuff seems more like you, weak and prone to fainting spells. Kinda like Potter."

"Yeah well, at least he'll probably get more action in a year then you will ever receive." I concentrated on my soup not even looking at my defendant. (A/N: does that sound right? I don't think so but idk . . .)

"Shut up Zach. You're the one that will probably be giving it to him."

"At least he can get guys. I feel really bad for the pigs that have to screw you." I had to laugh. Zach was right after all. The comment on him being gay didn't affect him either. "Besides, I think that Draco is more Potter's taste. I mean, I like girls. Plus I'm rather skinny and distraught."

'So he is straight.' "Oh I don't know Zach. Ron seems more his type," I added. I turned to Pansy and smiled evilly. "Just remember how easy the access is to your room. It certainly won't be my fault if you suddenly grow buck teeth as big as Granger's, or bigger even." She took the hint and shut up.

"Stupid bitch." I got up and headed for the door. I had a free period before the last class I wanted to spend it outside. I flew past the dementors by the doors and headed for the forest. If I was lucky no one would see me enter the dark and brooding wood.

I almost made it there when Hagrid came out of his "house" and stopped me. "Can't go in there. Dumbledore's rules. You know that. No off ya go. Back ta the castle with you." He wiped a tear from his eye sniffing.

"Oh get over it. That damn creature is just that, a creature. He isn't a human," I said about the Hippogriff. I mean, it was just some beast, not a human.

"Yea' well I suppose yer right. But I'm still gonna miss 'im." I left him sitting there crying. Once more I rushed past the dementors and felt that tell tale chill. With an entire period free, I could wander the halls or start working on homework. I decided on wandering. This place was so big it would be easy to find a place all my own. Someone that no one has ever seen.

I was walking past the second floor girls bathroom when I remembered that Sir Nicholas had said something about Moaning Myrtle knowing my father. Pushing open the door I heard the moaning and crying of a phantom. I could tell it wasn't an actual girl because it lacked substance.

"Hello?" I called. The sound stopped and a female ghost poked her head out from one of the stalls.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before." She flew about in front of me glaring. "Come to make fun of me like the others?"

"No. I came for information actually." She stopped glaring and looked at me curiously.

"What kind of information?"

"I'd like to know more of my father. They say you knew him." I hoisted myself up into the windowsill and waited for her response. She seemed to be thinking.

"Who was your father?" Myrtle asked slowly.

"Tom Riddle." She came up beside me and made a face.

"Oh Mr. Popular Slytherin." She perched on one of the stall doors and continued. "He was cute, not as cute as Harry Potter though. He was nice to just about everyone. Although you wouldn't want to get on his bad side. He was odd; at least that's what I thought. He was really nice even though he was in Slytherin. Most people liked him and many received academic help from him. He was very good in his studies. Helped me a few times with Potions." She trailed off in a daydream.

"Myrtle!" I barked. She came back and stuck her tongue out at me.

"You've brought those good memories back. I would like to relive them if you don't mind." With that she retreated to one of the u-bends and left me annoyed. That was useless information. There wasn't a single piece of reliable information. Okay so I learned he was "nice" and good in his studies. I could have guessed that.

I continued to sit there until I heard the rush of students. They were heading toward dinner. I had missed my last class. What a wonderful way to start off the semester, skipping two classes and fainting. I've already lost the house twenty points. If they knew about the drinking, damn, Slytherin would be in deep.

I jumped down from the inset and poked my head into Myrtle's stall. "Thanks Myrtle," I lied. I left quickly and pushed through the crowd to dinner. It passed quickly enough without Draco prolonging the evening.

After dinner I didn't dawdle in common room. No one there was worth my time. Nephiro possibly but she was constantly around Zandyr, Emi's older brother and the Slytherin prefect. As a matter of fact when I passed her on the couch, she was toying with him, and stroking his face. Disgusting.

Up in the dorm she and I shared, Gremlin lay on my bed playing with a ball. Or at least I thought it was a ball. When it croaked I sighed and snatched it away from my cat. The toad trembled in my grasp as I eyed it. "Who would ever want a toad for a pet?" I walked out of the dorm still holding it and looked for Pansy. An evil thought had come to mind I wasn't about to waste it.

She sat at the table talking with some of her friends. I sneaked up behind her and pulled back the collar of her shirt lightly. She made no movement, oblivious to what I was doing. I quickly shoved the toad down her shirt and stepped back into the shadows quickly. It took her a moment to realize that something was moving in her clothes. A slimy something.

"EWWW!!!!" She jumped up and clawed at the back of her shirt. "SOMEONE GET IT OUT!" She ran around the room frantically trying to remove the animal. I laughed with the other Slytherin's and grinned evilly.

"Serves her right." I glanced at the fifth year.

"What do you want now?" He tore his eyes from the screaming Pansy and looked me straight in the eyes. I blushed slightly and stepped back. He grinned and broke eye contact.

"What? Am I no longer allowed in my own common room?" I rolled my eyes and turned back to Pansy. Blaise had managed to grab the toad and was now trying to crush it in her hand.

"HEY!" I stormed out to the fireplace and retrieved the amphibian. Blaise and Pansy stared at me oddly, as did many of the other Slytherin's. Nephiro had stood up to watch the spectacle and was now watching me to see what I would do.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Zabini." I might like to hurt humans but anyone that hurts a creature is on the top of my hatred list.

"Oh and if I do?"

"Plan on an early death," I hissed. Any Slytherin that was around me back away, except for Nephiro she stayed where she stood.

"W-what?" I grinned and stepped toward her. I had forgotten that people were afraid of those that could speak parsletongue.

"Early death for those that harm reptiles, whether they be toads or snakes." My tongue continued to lash out, striking her to the core. By the end of the evening my throat was sore from speaking in the snakes language and the students were scared witless. The night had its goods and it's bads. Nothing to worry about.

I went to bed feeling content, glad to put fear into their hearts. The darkness took me sooner than usual and engulfed my mind into emptiness.

The room was empty, well with the exception the faint crying of a girl. She was in a stall and did not seem to know that anyone was there. But someone was, a boy. He was about 16 and was standing in front of one of the sinks. He was speaking in some odd language. It sounded like hissing and spitting. He must have been a parslemouth.

He said "Open for me, the heir of Slytherin. Come forth and feed my pet." The sink sunk down into the floor and opened up a large hole on the tiles. A huge snakehead burst up from the chasm and started to climb out. It was gigantic snake, the king of all snakes and reptiles, it was a basilisk.

The basilisk is a strange creature, born from a chicken egg hatched from underneath a toad. Males were said to have a red plume on it's head while the females are only large snakes, up to fifty feet long, and are bright green in color.

This basilisk was more than likely female for it sported no plume. It swung its head around at the scent of blood and detected the girl. When she opened the door of the stall her eyes met those of the basilisk and fell down, dead.

The scenery changed and was now in some large chamber. The air was cold and wet. Water lined the floor and formed a small pool down by a large statue. The carved stone was a large face of an older male. At closer inspection, one would note the snake-like appearance, suggesting that this man was once a Slytherin. Salazar Slytherin to be exact.

Once more the boy stood, speaking in the reptilian tongue. "Good my pet, very good. That's one mudblood down, many more to go." The open mouth of Salazar closed slowly; grinding stone resonated through out the chamber.

I squirmed in the sheets and rolled over to my other side.

A small girl walked boldly toward the door, a young boy at her side. He opened the door and they walked in, each calling "Father!"

They ran in the direction of two men, one slightly older than the other. The blonde boy went to the man that he resembled most, with pale skin and white hair. The boy stopped short and bowed to the other male than hugged his father, which received a hit by the fellow's snake cane.

The girl stopped halfway across the room and did not move. The black haired man looked down at her, pain only visible to her.

"You're not my father," she said quietly. The man shook his head, greasy hair moving wildly. "When will my daddy be here?" Both men looked at each other oddly, absently gripping their left wrists.

"Soon Rilee, soon."

Notes: um . . .yeah. Chamber starts to come into play in a bit. Next chapter was actually written before this one so um . . . if the timing's off it's not my fault. I think. . . . . . . . .

Word count: 2594