Why?
Adele POV
"Why?" I managed to whisper.
"I've known you for this many years, you're not like this."
"You think I killed her? How could you have so little trust in me," he said. I sighed in relief.
"But, you are right." If I weren't so hurt and shocked, I might have actually been annoyed.
"This is not the Tom Riddle I know. Who are you?" I cried.
"Oh no, this is me, Voldemort, not Tom Riddle." He spat at his old name.
"Do you know, I managed to find my father, my biological father and I killed him?" He did not look like the Tom I knew for years; he looked more evil, vicious. There wasn't even remorse in his eyes, just triumph.
I noticed that he was clutching two boxes and I assumed it was the locket and cup which he wanted so much for. Instantly, I hated them. It had turned my friend into a monster.
"Reducto." I cried but somehow it didn't work. The boxes looked as new as before. At first he looked scared, maybe afraid that it might explode, but looked nonchalant immediately afterwards. His scared face reminded me of the time when he had to jump off a tree when we were seven.
"Oh no you…"but I couldn't help but cut in.
"I know the Tom Riddle that I knew is still in there. Don't do this, please," I pleaded. Flashbacks of the time we played together and how we did magic unknowingly played in my head.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. And for the first time in my life, I saw regret in his eyes.
Before I knew it, he shouted, "Crucio."
It was so sudden that I had no time to defend myself. I screamed in pain, it was as if my bones were on fire and my head was split open. After a long time, the pain stopped and I tried to stand up, but my legs had no strength. I collapsed and knocked my head on something hard. Blood gushed out, my vision blurred and soon, darkness took over me.