Narcissa decided to stay home while Draco, Lucius and I went to Knockurn alley and Diagon alley.
"Let's go visit Mr. Borgin, I know your selling Lucius but I think I want to look at a few things myself." I said, lifting up my skirt so I didn't step in the mud.
"Remember Draco, don't tough anything!" Lucius warned.
"Yes father" he muttered.
"Come on Draco dear, come with me, I'll show you a few things" is said as we walked into Borgin and Burkes.
"Good day Mr. Borgin" I greeted him. He put down what he was cleaning immediately.
"My lady, what a pleasure to have you in my store. You look as beautiful and young as ever." He said, greedily kissing my hand. I pulled it back, and wiped his spit on his shirt.
"Mr. Malfoy what a pleasure to see you again," he voice sounding as oily as his hair. "Delighted and young master Malfoy as well, charmed. How may I be of assistance? I must show you – just got it in today, and very reasonably pri–"
"I'm not buying today, Mr. Borgin. I'm selling." Lucius said a small smirk on his lips.
"Selling?" Borgin asked, his smile slipping a bit.
I led Draco away and we looked at a couple items.
"Now Draco, remember what your father said, I'll be back in a minute" I said, separating myself from him. I walked over to the chest in the corner, which was beautifully unscripted.
"Can I have that?" I heard Draco say. I turned around to see him greedily looking at a withered hand. The hand of glory, I wondered how Borgin had inquired it.
"Ah the hand of glory!" Borgin said, scurrying over to Draco, abandoning the list Lucius had given him. My nostrils flared, Borgin was much to sneak of a rat for my taste.
"Insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder! Best friend of thieves and plunders! Your son had fine taste, Mr. Malfoy." Borgin said eagerly.
I scoffed, "I would hope young master Malfoy will amount to more than a thief or a plunder, Mr. Borgin." I said coolly.
"No offense Mrs. Riddle, no offense!" Borgin sputtered out, looking fearful.
"Though if his grades don't pick up, that may indeed be all he is fit for…"Lucius said coldly.
"Lucius!" I said as Draco looked at him angry and a bit ashamed.
"It's not my fault, the teachers have favorites! That Hermione Granger–" he started.
"I would have thought you'd be ashamed that a girl with no magical blood beat you in every exam." Lucius snapped.
"Enough!" I hissed. Draco was staring at the ground, looking angry.
"It's the same all over," said Borgin. "Wizard blood is counting less for everyone–"
"Not for me" Lucius said, his nostrils flaring.
"No, sir, not for me either!" Borgin said, bowing at us.
"Well Borgin how about you and Lucius get on with his list. Lucius I will take Draco and start gathering his school supplies. Meet us when you're ready" I said, before putting my hand on Draco's shoulder and leading him out of the store.
"Stay close dear" I muttered to him as we made our way out of Knockurn alley.
"Now don't worry about your father dear. He expects so much of you because one day, you will be the man of our house and walk in your father's shoes. And getting beat by a mudblood is the worst thing in your fathers mind." I explained.
"I hate her, and all those Gryffindor's. I'm better than all of them!" he said furiously.
"I know darling. I know." I sat patting his hand.
"Oh look there's Mrs. Parkinson, and her daughter Pansy. You two are friends right?" I asked.
Draco smirked and said "Something like that."
"Oh Draco, you naughty boy, go get that witch" I whispered to him. As Pansy and him where talking, Mrs. Parkinson and I made small talk until Lucius arrived.
"Where is Narcissa?" Asked Mrs. Parkinson.
"In bed, with a headache, the poor dear is delicate these days." I said.
"Are you ready my lady?" Lucius asked me. I nodded and looked around to see Draco Pansy were gone.
"They must have already left for Flourish and Blotts" I said.
We walked down Diagon alley until we came to Flourish and Blotts. We walked in just in time to see the easy children, harry Potter, and Hermione granger in the front, talking with Draco.
"Oh hello children" I said, acting friendly.
They were silent, glaring at Draco and me.
"Bet you loved that didn't you Potter?" Draco sneered. "Famous Harry Potter! Can't even go into a book shop without making the front page!"
"Leave him alone!" said a fiery red haired little girl said. I looked at her in the eye and touched the diary inside my coat pocket. It was humming and I heard a voice inside my head saying 'She's the one. Give me to her Emily!"
Jealously burned through me as I thought of how wonderful it would be for this little girl to talk to Tom. He was always so charming to the girls at school when we were younger.
The little girls eyes landed on me and her eyes widened, in fear it looked like. I smirked at her and was about to talk when I was interrupted when Mr. Weasley attacked Lucius.
"Barbarian!" I yelled at Mr. Weasley as I silently slipped Tom's Diary into the young girls' cauldron.
I flicked my wand and Mr. Weasley flew off of Lucius and into the wall.
"How civilized Arthur, fighting like a wild baboon not only in front of you children but in front of every person in this store!"
I walked over to Gildory and smiled at him.
"Miss Emily" he greeted me, looking up and down my body.
"Hello Gildeory" I purred. "Could you have them send the needed second year books to the Malfoy manor? Maybe deliver them yourself?" I breathed in his ear. His eyes lit up and he smirked at me.
"Of course Miss Emily, I'll be over tomorrow." I quickly posed for a photo and then left.
Lucius, Draco, and I walked out and apperated out of Diagon alley in silence.
"Emily can I speak to you privately?" Lucius asked me stiffly, when we got back to the manor.
"Of course, Draco goes pack your bag with your school supplies." I said quickly, following Lucius into his office.
"I know Lucius; I know what you're thinking. Gildory is self-centered and so idiotic but he's a good spy. I need one at Hogwarts and he's too dumb to figure out he's actually being used." I said, before Lucius opened his mouth.
"But the Dark Lord!" he snapped.
"Would have accepted that I'm doing this to help him! I need to know what is opening while the dairy is at that school. I need some connection!" I said, tears springing into my eyes.
"Do you think I want him to touch me? I belong to the dark Lord! I always have and the fact that another man is going to touch me will make him furious, and I will tell him everything when he comes back, but I know he will accept that I need to do this to help him." I said, wiping my tears away.
"Emily, you are better than that. Your re the Dark Lady, you are perfect. You don't have to do this" Lucius said.
"It is my duty, when I took the dark lords hand I told him that I would protect him, and that's what I'm doing"
I left the office and went to my chambers.
Gildory was so slobbery, it was disgusting. I couldn't even try to pretend he was Tom. He was built too differently and was much too sloppy.
After it was over all I wanted to do was crawl in a hole and die. I had forgotten how lonely I had been. I had to pretend to cum just to keep Gildory happy. He leaned into me and kissed my neck, I had to suppress a shudder.
"So Gildory, we should keep doing this," I purred, plastering a smile to my face. "I love hearing about everything going on at Hogwarts, you know. What the students are up to and what the teachers are up to. But remember, this is secret, I don't want the press finding out."
He nodded and got up, putting on his shirt and his pants.
"I have to get back to Hogwarts, I can come by next week if you'd like." He said; flashing me is famous smile.
"Of course, see you then, don't let Draco or Lucius catch you." I whispered.
The minute he left I burst into tears, I didn't know if I was strong enough to do that again. I lay down in bed and tried to forget everything, how cheap I felt, and how angry Tom would be when I tell him.
"Oh excuse me!" I said, looking up, to who I bumped into. Looking at me curiously was a handsome looking third year.
"Oh no, excuse me um…" he looked questionably at me.
"Oh I'm Emily, I'm a first year." I said.
"What house are you in?" he demanded.
"Ravenclaw, Sytherin would have been awesome." I said.
He smiled at me and helped me pick up my books. "Well welcome to Hogwarts Emily."
"What's your name?" I asked him, before he left.
"Tom Riddle." He said before he walked down the dark hallway.
I smiled at the memory; it'd been the first time we'd talked. But not the last. He'd been my tutor, I didn't really need one I just wanted to learn as much as I could and who better to teach me than Tom Riddle?
We'd started dating in my third year, and when he was done in his seventh I had to continue my education without him. The first year was so painful but he came and visited me every weekend.
After I had gotten after school he whisked us away to travel. But then he told me everything. About the Horcruxes and how he killed his father and grandparents. Well I kind of freaked out.
But I loved him too much to let him go. So I stood by and watched as he transformed into Lord Voldemort. I learned to live by his ways and started to believe in them, once I let go, it was easier.
I loved him, and I know I tell people that I didn't know he was a monster when I fell in love with him, but I did. I knew he was the one who controlled the basilisk, killing Mertile. But I didn't say anything, because I loved him.
I loved him too much to lose him, but now I was without him. And I was lost, and I didn't know how to find my way.