Blinded By The Past, Ignored In The Future
Chapter 11
ELEVEN: From The Other Side
Disclaimer: None of these quotes in this chapter or future ones are mine. They belong to people from the past and future. I take no credit and hope you all enjoy them.
WARNING: Torture in this chapter and a few chapters in the future.
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Previous Chapter: "Then let's go talk to him," said Lupin. Little did they know that they wouldn't get the chance for Riddle was already out of the Hospital on his way to the Slytherin common room. He had knocked over the garbage can on the way out and threw the rag onto the once clean floor. The only intention that was clear in his mind was to get out of the school and never come back.
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Riddle ran to his dorm and grabbed a few things from his bed roughly, startling Nagini who had previously been asleep. Without touching his wand that was in his pocket, he left the common room and made it to the front doors. Just as he went to push them open a hand grabbed his shoulder and he whipped around.
"What, Draco?" Riddle asked the sneering blonde.
"Don't go," was all Draco said.
"And why shouldn't I?" retorted Riddle.
"Because I know what's awaiting you beyond Hogwart's grounds," Draco replied in a hurry. Riddle went to leave but stopped when Draco's statement registered through his mind.
"What's waiting for me?" inquired Riddle, turning back to Draco.
"I can't tell you straight out, all I can say is don't go," said Draco.
"And I should believe you why?"
"You just have to," Draco responded.
Riddle pulled out his wand and pointed it in-between Draco's eyes. "This really isn't the best time to mess with me! Now tell me why damn it!"
"I told you I can't, why isn't that good enough for you?" Draco demanded.
"Shut-up!" Riddle yelled in funny. "I'm sick of Hogwarts and everyone in it! If I wanna leave I will!"
"Drop your wand!" said Hermione from behind him. Riddle smirked and turned to face her. Her brown eyes met his turquoise, and he realized that she was angry with him as much as she was afraid of him. Her wand was pointed straight at his heart.
"Going to fight me, Granger?" Riddle taunted.
"Get out of here!" Draco hissed at Hermione. "You'll get us all into trouble!"
"I'll leave you two alone," Riddle muttered to himself, backing up as the two students began to shout at one another loudly. Silent as a snake he backed up to the front doors pushed them open, careful not to let the doors squeak as he let them shut again.
Riddle backed up and snickered to himself. Finally he was free from all the Order members who lived to make his life hard and Dumbledore who acted like he wanted to help him but only looked for a study subject in which he could control. As soon as he had backed up a few more paces and turned around and was startled when someone elbowed him painfully in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He fell to knees, clutching his stomach, and soon after a blow to his face made him fall onto his back unwillingly.
"Going somewhere?" someone laughed at him. Riddle looked up to see that four men in cloaks had surrounded him; masks hid their faces from the cold night. Three of them laughed from his pain while the fourth studied him.
"You morons!" hissed the man that was looking him up and down. There was something about his voice…
"What do you mean, Lucius?" one of them asked his companion.
Riddle would have gasped at his friend's name but he found that he didn't' have the breath to as Lucius answered, "This isn't Potter!"
"Riddle, get back here!" Hermione's voice came. She appeared slightly out of breath a few feet behind the men in cloaks, Draco at her heels. The four adults' heads turned to the two noisemakers. Lucius motioned for his two comrades closest to the two to get rid of them but a sharp woman's voice made them stop, "Don't, Nott. That's the mudblood that's friends with Potter."
"Good thinking, Bellatrix," praised the man next to the woman. The two men (one called Nott) pointed their wands at Hermione and Draco. Hermione made a move to retrieve her own wand but she was soon hit by stupefy along with Draco.
They weren't so kind to Riddle. Bellatrix pulled his arms behind his back roughly and tied them there so he couldn't escape as Lucius removed Riddle's wand from his pocket. Nott levitated Hermione and Draco's bodies behind them (he had taken their wands) as they walked all the way to Hogsmeade before apperating to their destination.
Riddle was confused as a wand was jabbed into his back to keep him walking as soon as they had reappeared. They were in an old castle and he was being forced down the hallway, into an old stone room. The three were forced inside and the four men followed in. The man that he didn't know the name of fashioned shackles around his legs and arms. He locked Hermione's wrists in a set of chains that was connected to the wall and left Draco on the floor.
Bellatrix entered the dungeon as she removed her mask. Riddle gasped as he saw that she must have been in Azkaban previously for her face looked like a ghost's and she was deathly pale. She bent down so her face could meet his. "I don't know who you are, boy. But I doubt our lord will care much. Enjoy your stay here until then." She winked at him before putting her mask back on and leaving the small room, shutting the door behind her. All light had vanished, leaving him with only the comfort of Draco's uneven breathing to remind him that he wasn't alone just yet.
"This is just great!" he heard Draco exclaimed after a few minutes. Riddle then heard him get up and run to the door with a bar window. "Let me out! DAD! Come on!" There was a sound of metal being hit and Draco yelled in pain. Riddle could only guess that he had kicked the door and learned the hard way that it hurt the unfortunate kicker more than the door.
Riddle tried to block out Draco's annoying complaining and began to wonder what was going to happen to him now. This definitely wasn't what Riddle had in mind when he planed to leave Hogwarts. All he wanted was to crawl under a rock and live there for eternity. He didn't want to live, afraid of every new second that approached; he didn't want to be forced to stay somewhere where he couldn't think for himself.
"Can you stop it, Malfoy?" he heard Hermione snap.
"Make me!" he retorted.
"Oh that's very mature," said Hermione sarcastically. "You sound like a real adult now!"
"Shut-up, Granger," sneered Draco.
"Make me," Hermione mocked him.
"Grow up, both of you!" Riddle growled in frustration. Silence followed his unexpected outburst. He sighed out loud and starred at the ground even though he couldn't see it through the darkness.
"Stand back, Malfoy," a voice growled. Riddle heard Draco stumbled backwards and then he the sound of keys. Soon after he was blinded by light as the dungeon door opened and two people in the same black cloaks walked in. One of them unlocked the chains that were restraining Riddle to the floor but left on the shackles that were around his ankles and wrists.
The man grabbed him by the back of the collar and threw him out of the cell. "Move it!" he ordered. When Riddle struggled to get up the man's partner kicked him in the side before forcing him to his feet. They forced him through a door and into another room where a man with gleaming red eyes and snake-like features stood.
They forced Riddle to bow to the Dark Lord as they did themselves and muttered, "master." With that done they backed up leaving Riddle to stare at himself, only older.
"How does it feel to meet yourself in fifty years?" Voldemort asked in an amused tone. Riddle kept quiet, not knowing if he should reply or not. "Forgot how to talk already? In that case that me finish this up…I merely wish to ask if you want to return to Hogwarts since you already know what happened to your two 'friends' and have no interest in staying-"
"No wait!" Riddle said, cutting him off. "What-what happened to Ruby? I know what happened to Lucius but what about Ruby?"
Voldemort smiled a lipless smile. "Why, didn't Dumbledore tell you? He killed her."
"W-w-what?" Riddle stammered, all color leaving his face.
"That's right. He figured why let Tom Riddle have another powerful ally? So he killed her before we graduated," Voldemort said. "Weird how his mind works, huh?"
"Why did you bring me here then?" Riddle asked.
"Truth be told I was after Potter. You coming here was a complete accident, but I suppose it's better than being Dumbledore's prisoner?" When Riddle didn't answer right away Voldemort continued, "He doesn't understand us. We're not his precious Gryffindors that ware out hearts on our sleeves, waiting to die a noble death for a cause we don't believe in. We are the heirs of Slytherin himself."
"What do you want from me?" inquired Riddle.
"I simply wish for you to keep this handy." Voldemort removed a small black book from his robe's pocket and tossed it to him. "Write in it and keep yourself sane. You're going to become the best servant I have after a few lessons and you're going to like it. But let me warn you…being powerful comes with a price."
"Like what exactly?" Riddle asked, careful to keep his tome steady.
"Oh let's say pain," Voldemort answered. Riddle went to back up but Voldemort snapped his fingers and the two servants behind him yelled, "Crucio!" And so the 'lesson' began…
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Nott and (a man he just met) Rabastan shoved him forcefully against the stonewall as Lucius, Avery, and Rodolphus dragged a struggling Hermione and Draco out of the cell and into a one next to the one that they had previously been in. After slamming Riddle against the wall one more time they dropped him to the ground in a daze. Laughing the two servants of Voldemort left the cell-like room and slammed the door, but this time a torch in the corner lit magically and the dark room had a small source of light.
He managed to crawl over to the small diary that Voldemort (he had dropped in when being slammed into the wall) had given him and, ignoring the pain, he grabbed it with his broken, bleeding hand. Strangely enough when he opened it slowly, careful not to hurt his hand more, it flipped open to a page that was marked by a bent black quill. Then he flipped back to the first page to do as Voldemort ordered him to. Riddle's hand began to sneer with pain from the blood being taken from his hand to write:
Dear Diary,
Despite the pain it causes I'm writing in this because Lord Voldemort (me fifty years older) ordered me to do so. I have nothing to tell you. I don't really wish to write about…well what happened in my first 'lesson'. But I am going to keep track of my injuries so I can remember what day each one was inflicted for let us say personal.
My right hand is literally smashed (good thing I write with my left), I think my head is bleeding, and the rest of my body hurts from the Cruciatus Curse. I think that's all but since the Cruciatus was left on me for I think minutes I can't be sure if I'm still right in the mind. I really shouldn't write more. My hand is about to lose all of its blood.
"There is a great deal of pain in life and perhaps the only pain that can be avoided is the pain that comes from trying to avoid pain. "
Until Next Time,
Tom Riddle
Riddle set the diary down beside him and lay down on the cold floor to await the return of the Death Eaters. As much as he didn't want to be forced to go through it all again in the same night he had no choice for the more he fought them the longer that pain continued. He could still see Voldemort's glinting eyes from where he laid sprawled out on the floor, crying out in pain as a man stepped on his right hand and pressing down as hard as he could.
He nursed his hand carefully while turning over. When he tried to move his fingers but couldn't. Judging from what he knew he figured it was most likely broken. Just when he made to pick up the diary again the cell door opened.
"The master thinks you've had a long enough break," Avery sneered. Noticing that Riddle was reaching for the leather diary he walked forward and stepped down on his already hurt hand. As Riddle cringed in pain Avery said, "looks like Jugson didn't do a good enough job when he tried to break your hand, huh?" Riddle gasped as Avery lifted his foot and stopped it down again. "Answer me!"
When Riddle didn't obey Avery growled in frustration and kicked him hard in the stomach. "You worthless piece of filth. You will answer someone when you are asked a question!"
"Bring him already, Avery. The master is waiting," Lucius said from the doorway. Mumbling under his breath, Avery dragged Riddle out of the cell and into the main hall.
"Let's try not to bore our guest this time my Death Eaters," Voldemort said lazily as Riddle was dumped off in the middle of the floor. Voldemort's eyes scanned the Death Eaters and he spoke to one individually. "Avery, you look as though you're dying to say something."
"Yes, my lord," Avery said. Riddle gulped as the Death Eater stepped forward and to say, "He has no respect for elders and chooses not to answer when he is asked a question."
Voldemort did not seem angry at what Avery told him; he seemed amused. "Then I'll make it all of the Death Eaters' duty to see to it that he has an attitude adjustment. Until then do what you have to and see to it that he understands the seriousness of what he has gotten himself into. But that will take place after we teach him something new." Riddle looked up for the first time since he had entered the mall and starred Voldemort in the eyes; the eyes held no pity for anyone. Out of the corner of his eye he saw one of the men that stood in the circle pull out a knife and he knew that this session was going to be worse than the last.
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A/N: I don't feel comfortable posting this chapter because I think it's no good. Sorry if it sucks.
~Marauder3Moony~
