Chapter 3
As soon as Abaraxas Malfoy got the letter from his son Lucius, he immediately apparated to Riddle Manor. He always thought why no one ever cleaned the place for Riddle Manor was an enormous manor with plenty of guest rooms, ballroom, living room and lush green gardens. It was once a beautiful home to the rich family of Riddles' in a small village of Little Hangleton. But after the mysterious murder of the owners by their gardener Frank Bryce, the home lost all its warmth and glow. Now it was just an old dusty manor housing only one person- Lord Voldemort.
The Dark Lord did not particularly care about the condition of the manor. He used the place out of necessity for he had nowhere else to go. The other reason he despised the place was because it was once a home to his muggle father-the father who left his mother, the father who snarled at his face and told Tom that he would have left him in the orphanage anyway for he was no more than the witch's spawn. Its the same place where Tom murdered his only living relatives without any guilt. The Dark lord couldn't care any less if the manor burnt down someday because the only rooms he used were the study, his bedroom and of course the dungeons.
Right now the Dark lord was sitting in his study, sipping whisky while deep in thought. His familiar Nagini had gone down the village to hunt some food and scare the wits out of the muggles as she so eloquently said. Is thoughts were disrupted when the wards indicated the presence of his follower and not seconds later the door to the study revealed a flushed Malfoy.
Abaraxas and Tom had attended Hogwarts during the same year. Being classmates and both in Slytherin did not help the fact that Tom was bullied and provoked to be the mudblood in Slytherin. However once he had proved his heritage by revealing his parseltongue abilities, Abaraxas had become a potential ally because of his pureblood status, money and connections. Plus he greatly supported the vision of ridding the wizarding world of dirty blood. He was Tom's first death eater and to this day remains loyal. Now his son Lucius wanted to prove his worth like his father which leads to the current situation; a letter by Lucius telling them about the entry of new DADA professor Peverell. It seems that she had conjured out of thin air for there had been no Peverells for centuries. Nodding to Abaraxas and saying that he will definitely look into the matter, the Dark Lord dismissed him.
FLASHBACK (3 MONTHS AGO)
Tom Riddle was sitting in the study of Malfoy Manor, going through results and reports of various raids his death eaters had conducted. He was very pleased with the results for every raid had been conducted neatly and his staunch was getting stronger than ever. Every witch and wizard were so sacred of him that they eveb refused to say his name in open. Also the thorn to his side for years now- Albus Dumbledore had not been able to stop him.
Suddenly his concentration was broken when he sensed her magic. It was vey powerful, authoritative; dark yet reassuring and overwhelming. He had never felt such powerful magic apart from is own and her own magic seemed to be searching for someone, like a potential partner. Tom's own magic which was always wrapped around him like a cloak ; dark and dangerous yet powerful and seductive , leapt forward without his will.
As soon as their magic interwined, he felt oddly safe and home. It was like he could never be more happy than he was at the present moment, in moments it was over. His magic had tested her too. The only problem with being the dark lord with such immense power and aura was that he couldn't bond with anyone without harmig them. It was the reason he had been single for so long. His magic was very dominant and for years had been in search for a partner.
Meanwhile Tom was stunned at what has just happened. He had never lost control of his magic before. Salazar! Nothing like this has ever happened. Who was this powerful witch, he had to find out. His own magic echoing her name in his ears- HARADAH. For the next few weeks he did all he could to find out about her, but kept it private. However he couldn't find anything. Just the fact that she had recently moved from France and had a cousin.
He was frustrated that there was no information about the strange girl. But her magic seemed to sense her discomfort and came once more for his comfort. He had basked in it's presence for it was so tantalizing.
PRSENT TIME
Since then Lord Voldemort had been distracted. There had no more raids, no more murders and killings. It was like the Dark Lord never existed. People were happy but unnevered at the same time. But he didn't care.
Laying on his bed there was an amused smile on his face. He wanted to see how she was going to handle the old headmaster. But he was also slightly worried if Dumbledore would be successful in sliding her to his side. Her teaching at Hogwarts was a test and Tom wanted to see how was she going to perform.