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A/N: As usual, I'd like to thank the few and wonderful people that reviewed. It's b/c of you that I'm continuing with this.
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A Future Riddle
Black Knight
"Hello Clarona. How are you feeling?" Jessie asked as she lifted the potrificus totalus spell from the girl.
"I'll be fine once I'm away from you." Clarona snarled as she quickly stood up and backed away.
"Still have that sunny personality I see. Oh well, that's for the best I suppose." Jessie leaned back against the wall and crossed her arms. "Now, next time you see Riddle, I want you to request to join his Knights of Walpurgis-and be sure to say 'Knights of Walpurgis'. Then, I want you to go to the meeting and afterward, immediately, come report to me everything that occurred."
Clarona laughed. "And why would I do anything for you?"
It was Jessie's turn to laugh. "Because I own you childe."
Clarona's eyes widened in shock for a second but then she scoffed, "You own me no more than that idiot Orion."
She quirked an eye brow. "Is that so?"
Jessie then proceeded to stand up from the wall in a bored fashion and walked over to one of the stalls. "I want you to come stick your head in this toilet," she said pointing to the one commonly referred to in the books as Myrtle's.
Clarona looked like she was about to protest, but then, almost against her will, she walked over to the toilet and proceeded to dunk her head.
With a shriek of disgust, she emerged dripping from the stall and glared daggers at Jessie.
In a tone of supreme amusement, the Vampiress laughed, "I can see now that you are clearly not under my control- You just like doing things like that."
Clarona's ladylike visage disappeared completely as she swung at the infuriating creature.
Jessie's laughter ceased as she easily caught her fist and pulled the girl closer.
In a deadly whisper Jessie said, "You will do as I say for the rest of your life and be thankful that I did not kill you. If you attempt to disobey me in anyway or reveal to Riddle that you are under my control, I will find out. And I will kill you." She roughly pushed Clarona away. "Now go back to your commons."
Clarona clutched her crushed fist and quickly fled. Jessie could hear with her demon ears the girl's sobs as she ran down the deserted corridors. It was intermingled with the sound of the water dripping from Clarona's once pristine hair. Jessie smirked.
Trixz stepped out of the shadows and sat down at Jessie's feet.
Jessie looked down at her loyal friend and said, "I know. But she really is a funny brat."
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With her new secret weapon against Riddle, Jessie was having an immensely fun time.
She taught her classes with an intensity and passion she didn't know her cold, dead soul still possessed. And in her nightly patrols, when she met up with Clarona and heard of all the recent happenings in the boy's meetings, her confidence and imagination soared.
Riddle was going to go down with a resounding bang and Jessie liked the sound of that.
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Days bled together and quite suddenly, Valentine's Day was upon Hogwarts. Headmaster Dippet had taken the liberty of volunteering the teachers into organizing a Valentine's Day dance. All the students were in a frenzy trying to get dress robes and dates for the evening. Everyone was really excited. Well, except for Jessie that is.
She missed Fritz.
And so far, she still did not have a full-proof plan to take Riddle down. She knew from Clarona that he was planning on opening the Chamber of Secrets after the dance.
Apparently Myrtle had made the fatal mistake of asking the Slytherin Prince to the dance, and while externally, his polite rejection might not have seemed so bad, Jessie knew that on the inside he was boiling over at the audacity of a mudblood to ask him out.
So far, Jessie figured that her best bet was to follow Riddle into the Chamber and then somehow kill the Basilisk. She also figured that while she was down there, it wouldn't hurt to also dispose of the annoying-git-himself. Her only dilemma with this plan was the fact that she had no clue whether the Basilisk's stare was as fatal to the undead as it was to the living.
While being a Vampire meant that one was indeed immortal, it did not guarantee that one was invulnerable. She could die.
All her research into the matter was fruitless. She figured the only safe bet would be to try to take out its eyes before she'd have to find out. She figured that powerfully well-placed Sectumsempra spells would do the trick.
So, with her half-baked, risqué plan put together, Jessie's only concern was making sure Riddle didn't know she was on to him.
Clarona had proven herself to be loyal to Jessie's threat, so three days before Valentine's, when the two usually met to discuss the happenings of the Knights', Jessie ordered Clarona to take Riddle to the dance and have fun with him. Though not too much she advised. Riddle had to go to the Chamber that night.
With her new found air of subservience, Clarona numbly agreed and as was usual, headed back to her commons for the night.
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The next day, after her sixth year Gryffindor/Slytherin class, Jessie overheard in the hallway Clarona and Riddle talking.
In the snide, yet emotionless tone Clarona had developed, she bluntly asked, "Will you take me to the dance Tom?"
Jessie couldn't see the young dark lord, but she could hear the hesitation in his voice when he replied, "As I'm sure you recall Clar' I'm going to be... busy that night."
"Oh please, I'm not asking you to spend the night with me, I'm just asking for you to have a few dances with me. Besides, it will throw suspicion off of you if the professors saw you at the dance."
"A fair point...Sure. I'll take you." The two apparently departed after this, because Jessie could hear their echoing footsteps receding up the hallway.
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After all the classes of the day had been completed and the Great Hall closed after everyone had finished their supper, the professors started decorating for the big night.
Professor Sprout, who in this time was very young-just out of Hogwarts herself, set up rows of magical roses all around the Hall. They were all different colors: reds of course, and then yellows, whites, blacks, and even a few purples and blues. All of them appeared to sparkle and shimmer.
Professor Dumbledore transfigured the House Tables into many different smaller ones and moved them to the outside to make room for people to dance. He also conjured festive pink ribbons that he put everywhere. Jessie had to repress a shudder at the pinkness of the room.
Professor Slughorn made a huge bowl of punch, which he jovially stated would get everyone in the Valentine's spirit. Jessie made a note to not drink any of it. Heart shaped puffs of hot pink steam were rising from the swirley pink, red and white liquid.
For her own addition, Jessie set off a small corner of the Hall to be used for photos. She asked around and finally got professor Flitwick to loan her his magical camera. She conjured a black velvet curtain inlaid with the outlines of red roses to separate the photo area. Then, she mounted the camera on a tripod she had gotten Dumbldore to transfigure from a pipe and set up a white marble two seater bench for the couples to pose on. Behind the bench she made the black velvet fade into a scenery the couples pictured. That spell was the trickiest and she had to once more ask for Dumbledore's assistance in getting the conjured fabric to read into the student's desires. For a final touch, Jessie had Sprout come in and set up some beautiful vines to wrap around the tripod, bench and scenery.
When Dippet came in at the end of the night to check over the Hall, he was completely flabbergasted at her work. Jessie just smiled and said she got the idea from mall photos. Dippet's confusion prevailed at the muggle word, but he nodded like he knew what she was talking about and handed her a blue rose he had just snatched from Sprout's collection.
"You be sure to save a dance for me Pandora. I'll admit when I'm wrong about someone."
Jessie stared at the lovely blue petals as he walked away. She couldn't help thinking that she didn't want or deserve his acceptance. Afterall, his assumptions of her were probably spot on. She was a killer. And she always would be one.