Blinded By The Past, Ignored In The Future
Chapter 4
FOUR: Plans Are Revealed
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Previous Chapter" His eyes widened as he showed Dumbledore it, Riddle's stomach turned as he saw that through a small rip in the leather cover, red ooze was dripping out as, from Riddle's lip, a drop of blood fell to the ground.
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Riddle collapsed onto his back and he tried to ignore the eyes that were on him. He wanted nothing more than to crawl under a rock or maybe into the Chamber of Secrets for the rest of his 'life'.
"Tom," Dumbledore said, trying to get his attention again.
"Last chance, Gryffindor lover, go away," Riddle growled, his fist clenching the sheets on the Hospital Wing bed.
"Now you listen here you little monster!" said an Order member in a grunt voice. He had a peg leg and an eye that didn't quite look normal. "Don't ever speak to Dumbledore like that. He's only trying to help you!"
Riddle sat up and smiled pleasantly, "Why, Dumbledore, I was unaware that these people were your fan club. And here I thought that they served a greater purpose."
A few of the standing people were glaring at him, wishing that they could do something to him, but Dumbledore kept them from even moving. The Headmaster walked forward and motioned for Lupin to retrieve Madam Pomfrey.
"Earlier you asked me what was wrong with you, correct?" Dumbledore questioned Riddle. Riddle shook his head 'yes' as little as possible. "The truth at the moment is I don't know, but I believe Madam Pomfrey might be able to figure it out."
"Nope," Riddle sad simply, lying back down.
Dumbledore sighed, "Tom."
"Nope," repeated Riddle.
Instead of arguing further Dumbledore turned to Madam Pomfrey as she arrived with Lupin. "Poppy, Mr. Riddle, is having cooperation problems. May you be so kind as to assist us?"
"What cooperation problems?" grumbled Riddle. "I don't hear that going on."
To his greatest annoyance everyone ignored him as Madam Pomfrey replied, "I suppose, Headmaster, but I don't have anymore sleep potions left."
"On the other hand I do since I made a new batch of them yesterday," said Snape. He pulled a small bottle out of his pocket and handed it to her.
"Thank you, Severus," the nurse said, taking the potion and turning to Riddle.
"I'm not taking it," said Riddle.
"Yes, you are," argued Madam Pomfrey.
"Make me," sneered Riddle.
"I intend to," said Madam Pomfrey. Riddle sat up and watched her as she walked closer to him. He got up to run but saw a few Order members behind Dumbledore pulled out their wands, so he sat back down stubbornly.
Instead of doing anything rash she handed the potion to him and let him drink it on his own, which he did. His eyelids grew heavier and he muffled a yawn. The last thing he saw was wands being lowered as he drifted off to sleep…
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A cloaked figure walked down the dark hallway, leading to a large oak door. The servant was in no mood to get punished for the incompetence of one of his associates, but what choice did he have? If the lord wasn't informed of how the plan was following through they would all feel his wrath.
As soon as he knocked reached and knocked on a huge, polished door a cold voice came from inside, "Come in."
The servant obeyed, keeping his cool, and waked up to a thrown-like chair. Before getting to his knees he removed the mask and muttered, "my lord."
Voldemort acknowledged his presents, red eyes gleaming. "I suppose you came here with information."
"Yes, my lord," said Lucius.
"Get on with it then," Voldemort said.
"Tom Riddle feels the pain perfectly," said Lucius. "Every damage to the book hurts the brat."
Voldemort smiled a lipless smile and removed from his pocket an exact replica of the diary that, at that very moment, was in the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts. "As long as Riddle doesn't trust that muggle loving fool our plan is going perfectly. When term starts I want you to have your son steer him away from the Gryffindors and straight to me," Voldemort said lazily.
"Master, what should happen if Tom Riddle does wander into our trap so willingly?" asked Lucius, keeping his gaze on the floor.
The creature smiled evilly and said in a tone that sent chills up the Malfoy's spin, "Then we will have a loyal spy in Hogwarts once I teach him a few things and answer a few of his childish questions."
"Very clever, my lord," said Lucius.
"Yes, I know, Lucius. Now tell Bellatrix to see me. I have a small mission for her," ordered Voldemort.
"Yes, master," Lucius said, getting up and exiting the room.
Voldemort turned to a large serpent on the floor and hissed to it, "don't worry, Nagini. You'll get to do your part of the plan as soon as Bellatrix drops you off at that blasted castle." The snake gave no response and high-pitched laughter rang through the cold room.
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Riddle jumped up and straight onto the floor, sweating beads of sweat. He got to his hands and knees, realizing where he was when he saw that it was dark.
The look upon the snake faced man stayed in his head and he tried desperately to remove it from his mind. Was it really all a dream? It had to be. But than again it seemed so real…Riddle shook his head and continued to elaborate on the dream.
When he first laid eyes in the red-eyed man the name Voldemort jumped out at him, but why did the name sound familiar? He had definitely heard it before.
Voldemort…
Riddle's brow furrowed and he lifted his hand, saying loudly, "Lumos!" His fingers illuminated a small portion of the room as the spell would work if he used a wand. He held his lit hand out as he made his way to around the bed and to its edge. Easily he found a sharp point and slit one of his free hand's fingers on it, just enough to draw blood.
Ignoring the small pain, he place it upon the forearm of the lit hand and wrote Tom Marvolo Riddle in his own blood.
He scratched out the 'i' in his last name, Riddle, and place in underneath, starting a different name and continuing the process.
Marvolo
I am
Marvolo
I am Lo
Riddle
I am Lord
Marvolo
I am Lord Vo
Riddle
I am Lord Volde
Tom
I am Lord Voldemo
Marvolo
I am Lord Voldemor
Tom
I am Lord Voldemort.
Riddle smeared the blood around on his arm, not wanting any one to see that he discovered what he did. He was the Dark Lord of the future just as Grindelwald has always told him and by the looks of how the Malfoy feared him he was a powerful wizard.
A pain shot through Riddle and he clenched his fist, the wand-less magic fading from his one hand. He landed right on the arm covered in blood and imprinting it upon the ground. Suddenly the pain fade and he sat up, struggling to get back in the bed.
The dream had told him why he felt the pain but he couldn't remember it! What was he as an older person telling the blond servant? After straining to remember he decide that maybe he would have the dream again and tried to fall back asleep.
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A/N: I'm on a writer's block I think…Ideas are welcome!!!! I probably won't post again until this weekend so hear from you then.
