A/N: Hello hello dearies! I'm back yet again with another delightful chapter :) Lol

Also, the lyrics here don't exactly match up with the story... BUT I ADORE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW! Hehe...

Disclaimer: Do you think they'd really sue me if I didn't put one up here? Hm... ponders

Legilimency Comes in Handy

Everywhere it's been the same
Like I'm outside in the rain
Free to try n find the game
Cards for sorrow
Cards for pain
'Cause I've seen
Blue skies
Through the tears in my eyes
And I realize
I'm going home
–Rocky Horror Picture Show

They must've sat in the darkness for hours. Luckily, Voldemort didn't have to wait long, being as he was somewhat in control of his pensieve, though it didn't feel like it to him. His obscure shock that he had not remembered being held in custody by a dark wizard at the age of seventeen was still vivid in his brain. He could not understand why on earth he wanted to forget being held hostage. Yet, there was a reason he did not want to remember Dianthe Costa. Feeling insecurity, which he loathed, his attention was taken away from himself on the floor, and pulled to a sudden lighted doorway.

Tom reached for his wand, then mentally slapped himself for stupidly letting it slip his mind that he was in custody. Running his hand over his back pocket where his wand was usually stationed, he felt horribly vulnerable.

Dianthe, always the one to hide nervousness, joked anxiously.

"Tom, stop feeling up your ass."

He cast a dark enough look to shut her up. Though her face was only half illuminated by the new found light coming into the room, the forced smile vanished. The sounds of men scurrying into down the stairs towards the dungeon they were secluded in interrupted Tom's thoughts. She snatched up his hand with her own, protectively. Tom raised his eyebrows at her, wondering if he ought to be the one protecting her. She rolled her eyes, but didn't let go of his hand, watching the shadows of two people coming into the room.

"Di Costa?" a man's voice rang and echoed throughout the room.

She spoke confidently, but squeezed his hand so her fingernails dug into his flesh.

"What?"

"The master is ready to see you now." the man hissed softly, but obediently. Ironically, he must've been told to pay some respect towards her. Tom would've laughed if it hadn't been such a dreadful situation.

She bolted upright, and turned to face Tom.

"Don't do anything stupid, like what you did in the bar." she hissed.

"You should be thankful!" he said haughtily.

"Ugh, Tom Riddle!"

"What!"

He heard sniggers from the two men in the darkness. She shivered slightly, and Tom recognized the small stench of fear. Not too obvious, mind you, but she seemed to have given up on pestering him. He was thankful, considering that his head was about to explode at any moment.

"Can you walk?" she asked, with concern.

"Of course I can walk!" Tom replied indignantly, pulling himself to an upright position. Big mistake, as he swerved dangerously. He felt her wrap her arm to support his waist.

"I don't need help!" he said indignantly, as the men sniggered. Oh you wait...

She braced him, and Tom wasn't exactly shocked that he could support him. She was as strong as she looked he supposed.

A man stepped walked closely behind them as they followed the other man through a series of stone steps. There was something eerily familiar about these hallways...

They walked slowly in silence. Tom's head was pounding. His eyes watering, he tried harder to walk on his own. Dianthe sighed in relief of losing some of the weight she had been supporting. The servant led them into a dark corridor, stalking near a jet black door. Tom vaguely realized that he never would have seen the door if this minion hadn't pointed it out. He pushed the door open slowly, and announced them to his master. Tom felt nausea sweep him, but stood defiantly with Dianthe.

The dark wizard called Grindelwald beckoned them closer. It seemed they were still underground, considering that the only source of light were some candles next to him. He was utterly daunting, the light casting shadows among his beastly face and glowering eyes. A smirk was painted upon his face, but Tom was sure that he hadn't perfected it the way a Slytherin would. He glanced at Di, who was showing no emotion on her face, and looked as she did when she was angry with a teacher... audacious and impassive.

"Hello, Di." he hissed, obviously amused by her position.

When she spoke, however, her voice was shaking in rage.

"What do you want?" she said, her voice refusing to stay calm.

He dismissed her words with the wave of a mangled hand. Turning to examine Tom, he sneered. The way he looked at him reminded Tom of Dianthe in the smallest way. As if he was searching his soul. However, Di had always been searching for something interestingly, a faraway daze in her eyes as if she was daydreaming. Grindelwald had the expression of taunting and superiority, which was the peak of Tom's anger towards others. Tom forced himself to merely look bored, letting those devilish eyes bore into his.

"Who's your boyfriend?" he questioned, not taking his eyes off of Tom. Tom tried desperatedly not to blink.

Voldemort couldn't help but pat himself on the back for how well he was handling this. Smirking, he leaned forward to watch closely.

Dianthe rebounded on him, causing Grindelwald to tear his eyes from Tom.

"He's not my boyfriend!" she said indignantly.

Tom couldn't help but feel belligerent. What were they then?

"And, why, should I believe you?"

Tom turned to stare at her. What was she thinking?

"I'm a lesbian." she replied scathingly.

Everyone in the room burst out laughing horribly. Dianthe smirked, calming Tom for some reason. Grindelwald was smirking as well.

"Well aren't you the hilarious one?" he said, raising his eyebrows.

"I like to think so," she replied.

"Well, who is your... friend?"

She looked at Tom worriedly. They both were aware that it probably wasn't a great idea to give away his real name. The surreal feeling of being held hostage by a wizard that everyone feared was still astounding to Tom. Feeling his head pound harder, he answered the first name that came to him, somewhat moronically.

"Lord Voldemort." he blurted out, and immediately regretted it.

The laughtererupted awfullyinside the small room. Tom had gone slightly flushed, but Dianthe grinned nervously at him, silently thanking him for using a fake name. He nodded a little at her, still feeling somewhat embarrassed. Then again, pain has a tricky way of keeping us from making wise choices.

Grindelwald was wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

"Thank you for that... my Lord!"

Voldemort shook in rage. He pulled his wand out, as if to use a curse, but found it obviously foolish, considering he was in his pensieve. Fuming, he crossed his arms and hissed obscenities under his breath.

Oh they regret it now...

"You're welcome..." he said, awkwardly, clutching his wound.

If it would stop bleeding... I might be able to think straight...

"Are you hurt?" he said, obviously annoyed.

"No." Tom replied quickly, removing his hand. Big mistake.

"Shit!" Di gasped, her eyes wide with fear. It must be bad.

She whirled around at her uncle. "Heal him!"

He snickered dryly. "Hm... I don't think so."

"Now really! It's not horrible!" Tom said indignantly. All of this yelling was getting to his head. He was all too aware that they probably wouldn't make it out of this tiny room. This notion was already pooling in his brain.

"Heal him!" she commanded once again, stamping her foot.

He reluctantly waved his wand. Tom felt the rush of warmth to his head. The cut was lessened, but he could still feel the nausea and pain that had rendered him for the last couple of hours. Sighing, he cricked his neck, refusing to let himself speak.

"Where are we?" Dianthe wondered hostilely, straightening her shoulders to make her look taller then she already was. Tom rolled his neck, trying to release the tension that was mounting. He glanced around the room curiously. This was awfully familiar...

Grindelwald responded quickly.

"Underground in a secret passage where no one can find you. We are miles away from civilization, so you would do better to cooperate."

That's a lie, Voldemort hissed, don't you fall for it.

Tom knew he was lying. Legilimency was superiorly helpful during these type of situations. Then again, he never really pictured himself standing there while his companion was bickering with the dark lord of the decade. He opened his mouth, but closed it abruptly. He wanted to see it Dianthe really understood what was going on, or his work hadn't had any influence at all.

"Are you sure?" she asked, suspicion dripping off of her tongue.

Oh come on, he's lying. Tom willed her to figure it out.

"You question me?" Grindelwald threatened.

She blinked.

"You're lying to me, dear uncle." she said, a grim smile plastering her face.

A sudden feeling of dreariness and anger swept over the room. Grindelwald stood up, looking more terrifying then ever. Tom refused the urge to grab her hand, but stood his ground, protectively. What now? He thought, exasperated.

"And why, would you think that!" he roared, reaching out his hand as if getting ready to strike her.

Shockingly she didn't move. She stared at him, almost calmly. Tom wondered wildly if she had gone insane. Yet she spoke coolly, as if having a friendly debate about the weather.

"Because, we are in Hogwarts, you lying prick. And you need me to help you take over." she spat this, gripping the place where her wand should have been.

Grindelwald dropped his fist, but still stared at her angrily. Suddenly, a look of sheer joy spread across his face.

Voldemort groaned. He willed Tom to say something, to outsmart this idiot. Yet, Tom seemed glued to the spot, enjoying keeping silent. He studied the faces that he had forgotten so easily. Stroking his chin, he muttered to himself.

"I guess I'm a good teacher..."

A/N: TADAAA! Took me a little while since I am deathly ill, not to mention I had severe writers block. I will be back soon though!

Reviewers I love:

Gaerwen: Oh dear, I look forward to the sexy story as well! Hope you like this chappie too!

darkrosepetals122: Thank you so much! Yes this is my first attempt at fan fiction, but I don't think it will be my last... Anywho, be sure to review more! I love new ppl!

squigglywiggly: OH GOD NO! Dianthe is NOT a death eater. She has the tattoo because she wanted one. This is before Tom Riddle actually had death eaters and stuff. It's like the making of Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters. He got the dark mark from her. Okay that was a little confusing, but I hope I cleared that up a little. Thanks for the review :)

Flavagurl: Hey! I forgive you... hahaha. Thanks a bunch! Yeah, we will see Dianthe fall apart during the story though because I like to think she's human :) By the way, I love your story, and I'm thinking up some new ways to make the romance blossom ;)

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