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I like to call this chapter - the minutes before disaster chapter

There is a reference to Hogwarts Legacy in this chapter.

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Chapter 14: Whispers in the Shadows

In the dimly lit Potions classroom at Hogwarts, students bustled about, preparing for another class under the watchful eye of Professor Slughorn. The cauldrons bubbled, and the air was heavy with the pungent aroma of various ingredients.

Tom, however, found it increasingly difficult to focus on the lesson. Dark circles marred the skin beneath his eyes, and a sense of fatigue weighed heavily upon his shoulders. His mind wandered as he stirred a cauldron, trying to concentrate on the task at hand.

"Tom…are you alright?" Kavya was beside him at her cauldron. Her fingers clutched his hand and she gasped, feeling how cold his hand felt.

Tom looked at Kavya, his eyes briefly clouded with the weight of his secrets. He managed a weak smile, attempting to mask the toll his recent actions had taken on him. "I'm just a bit tired, Kavya. Don't worry about me."

Kavya's concern lingered in her eyes, but she accepted his explanation for now, knowing that Tom often had a lot on his plate. Nevertheless, the distance between them grew, and Tom's relentless pursuit of power had left him with an insatiable hunger for more.

The rest of the potions lesson passed in a blur for Tom, as he tried to suppress his growing exhaustion and the nagging guilt that accompanied his secret Horcrux-making. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was spiraling down a dark path, one that was leading him further away from Kavya and the life he had once known.

Professor Slughorn also noticed how Tom was acting. His once brilliant, prized student was rather sluggish in his work. That wasn't like him at all.

"Tom, my boy, are you alright?" Slughorn asked curiously.

Tom, startled by the unexpected question from Professor Slughorn, quickly straightened himself. He couldn't afford to let anyone, especially the professor, become suspicious of his actions. "I'm just a bit under the weather, Professor. Nothing to worry about," he replied, attempting to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Slughorn studied Tom for a moment, concern etched in his features. "You're usually one of the brightest students in my class, Tom. I wouldn't want to see you jeopardize your potential over a simple illness. If you need any assistance or advice, don't hesitate to ask."

Kavya listened quietly while observing her potion. This wasn't like Tom at all, and it worried her.

Tom forced a grateful smile, concealing his true feelings. "Thank you, Professor. I'll keep that in mind."

As he left the classroom, Tom's thoughts were filled with unease. Slughorn's observation was a stark reminder that his actions were beginning to take a toll on his academic performance. He couldn't afford to let anything interfere with his pursuit of power.

Kavya had followed him. "Tom, wait!" She rushed over gently gripping his hand. She shivered. "Why are your hands so cold?" She asked him.

Tom turned to face Kavya, his eyes reflecting a mixture of weariness and turmoil. Her touch sent a shiver down his spine, a reminder of the warmth he had been distancing himself from. "I've just been feeling a bit under the weather lately," he replied, avoiding direct eye contact with her.

Kavya's worry deepened as she saw how Tom's usually vibrant and confident demeanor had faded. She was beginning to sense that something far more profound was affecting him.

"Maybe you should go to the infirmary. Surely, they can help you…" She trailed off as she saw Tom shake his head.

"I'll be alright." Tom reassured her.

"Tom, you're not yourself. What's really going on?" Kavya asked.

Tom hesitated for a moment, his internal battle evident in his eyes. He wanted to share his struggles with Kavya, to unburden himself, but the darkness that had taken hold of him held him back. "It's just... stress, Kavya. Classes, my studies, everything's been getting to me lately."

Kavya didn't buy the explanation. She knew Tom well enough to recognize that something more was going on. "Tom, you can talk to me. I'm here for you. We've always been there for each other, remember?"

For a moment, Tom wavered, his internal struggle laid bare in his eyes. But in the end, the allure of power, the pursuit of forbidden knowledge, kept him from confiding in Kavya. "I appreciate that, Kavya. But it's nothing I can't handle. I just need some time to sort things out."

Kavya sighed, her heart heavy with concern and frustration. She felt like a silent spectator as the boy she loved was slipping away into a shadowed realm she couldn't reach. "I hope you're right, Tom. But please remember that I'm here for you when you're ready to talk."

Tom managed a faint smile, his features masking the darkness within. "I know, Kavya. I'll keep that in mind." With a brief, distant peck on her cheek, he turned and left, leaving Kavya with a sense of helplessness.

The day stretched on, classes coming and going in a blur, but Tom's mind remained consumed by his growing collection of Horcruxes and the weight of the dark magic he was experimenting with. In his heart, he knew that he was changing, and his relationship with Kavya was drifting further apart.

During a break, he found himself sitting alone in the library, surrounded by ancient tomes that whispered of the darkest of magics. He had to understand more about Horcruxes, to master this dark art that had become an obsession. The books offered glimpses into forbidden rituals and the dangers of creating multiple Horcruxes, but Tom's thirst for power overshadowed his fear of the consequences.

Hours passed, and Tom's obsession deepened. He barely noticed when the library began to empty as evening descended upon Hogwarts. It wasn't until the librarian gently reminded him that the library was closing that he reluctantly closed the heavy tome before him.

The walk back to the Slytherin common room was a solitary one, the weight of his secrets pressing down on him like an insurmountable burden. When he entered the common room, he found a handful of his fellow Slytherins engaged in hushed conversations and the subtle exchange of rumors.

He had a piece of parchment in his hand that he had torn from one of the books he was reading in the library. He had discovered that unicorn blood was a good source to keep dark magic such the horcruxes he was creating at bay.

He sat in an empty armchair exhausted and that's when Nagini slithered over to him.

Nagini, with her sinuous grace, coiled herself around Tom's chair. Her gaze fixed on him with a mixture of curiosity and concern, her innate connection with her master sensing his growing weariness and internal turmoil.

Tom looked down at Nagini, a hint of relief in his eyes. She was a constant presence in his life, an anchor amidst the storm of darkness that threatened to consume him. "Nagini, I feel like I'm losing myself," he whispered, his voice laced with desperation.

Nagini hissed softly, as if trying to offer reassurance. She couldn't comprehend the depths of Tom's inner turmoil, but she understood that her master was on a treacherous path. She moved closer to him, her cool, scaly form providing a comforting presence.

Tom's hand absentmindedly stroked Nagini's scales, his thoughts heavy with the weight of the secrets he carried. "I can't turn back now. The power I seek... it's everything."

As he spoke, he looked into the distance, his mind grappling with the consequences of the path he had chosen. In his pursuit of immortality and unparalleled power, he had severed bonds, left behind the boy he once was, and distanced himself from the love he had known.

Nagini remained by his side, her silent support offering him some semblance of solace amid his turbulent journey into darkness.

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows through the Forbidden Forest. Tom and Nagini had ventured deep into the woods, far from the watchful eyes of Hogwarts. The dense canopy of trees cast an eerie, dim light on the forest floor, creating an almost otherworldly atmosphere.

They had arrived at this desolate part of the forest in search of a unicorn, for Tom needed its blood to strengthen his body to the dark magic that was his Horcruxes.

The thought of shedding the innocent creature's blood for his own gain was a dark reflection of how far he had come in his pursuit of power.

Nagini slithered quietly beside Tom, her serpentine form coiled with a mixture of concern and loyalty. She sensed his inner turmoil and wondered how this quest would change him further.

"Unicorns," Tom muttered, his voice laced with anticipation. "Their blood is the key to preserving and enhancing my body to the dark magic of the Horcruxes I'm making." He told his pet snake.

As they moved deeper into the forest, the signs of unicorns grew more prominent. Silver-white hoofprints dotted the ground, leading them in the direction they sought.

The silence of the forest was broken only by the faint rustling of leaves and the occasional distant hoot of an owl. It was as if the forest itself knew they ventured into its depths for dark purposes.

Eventually, they came upon a clearing. A group of unicorns, their coats gleaming in the waning light, gathered near a crystal-clear stream that flowed through the heart of the forest. They appeared peaceful, their long, spiral horns gleaming in the twilight. Their presence seemed to radiate purity and grace.

Tom approached the unicorns cautiously, mindful of their skittish nature. He drew his wand and whispered an incantation to put them into a temporary sleep, allowing him to approach without alarming the creatures.

Nagini watched with a hint of sadness in her eyes as Tom advanced on the slumbering unicorns. She understood the dark magic he pursued but couldn't help but feel a pang of remorse for the innocent lives that would be sacrificed.

As he reached the nearest unicorn, Tom raised his wand, his hand steady despite the turmoil within him. His voice was barely above a whisper as he chanted the incantation to extract the unicorn's blood.

But before he could complete the spell, the forest itself seemed to come alive, reacting to the impending act of violence. The leaves rustled with an unsettling urgency, and the wind picked up, whispering its disapproval.

Nagini hissed softly, her instincts warning her that they were not alone. Tom halted in his tracks, the incantation left incomplete, as his gaze darted around the clearing.

It was then that Tom noticed the eyes, glowing in the shadows, and the faint silhouettes that moved at the edge of the clearing. Creatures of the forest, protectors of its purity, had sensed the impending act of harm and had come to its defense.

"Stay back," a voice echoed through the forest, both haunting and ethereal.

Emerging from the shadows, centaurs, half-human and half-horse, appeared with arrows notched in their bows. Their eyes bore into Tom with a mixture of anger and sadness.

Tom, aware of the legends surrounding these forest guardians, knew he had walked into a confrontation with beings who revered the sanctity of the forest. His hand still gripped his wand, his knuckles white, but he had not drawn his wand against them. He had heard tales of centaurs being dangerous adversaries and knew it was best to approach the situation carefully.

Nagini sensed the tension and hissed in warning, her loyalty unwavering as she stood beside Tom.

The centaur who had spoken took a step closer, his regal and wise presence commanding respect. "You have violated this sacred place, young wizard. The unicorns are our friends and guardians. Why have you come with dark intent?"

Tom remained silent for a moment, then spoke in a tone that was both respectful and calculated. "I seek their blood to strengthen my magic. I mean no harm to the forest or the creatures within it. I respect the sanctity of this place." He was charming and manipulative enough to even persuade creatures of the forest.

The centaur regarded Tom with a scrutinizing gaze, then glanced at Nagini, who had coiled herself around Tom's legs. "We sense a darkness within you, and in your companion. We have encountered dark magic before, and it left scars upon the forest. How can we trust your words?"

Tom's eyes flickered with determination as he addressed the centaur. "The power I seek is not to harm the forest but to change the world, to protect our kind. I will not shed the blood of these creatures if it is not necessary."

The centaur's eyes bore into Tom, as if searching his very soul. The forest remained tense and watchful, as if holding its breath.

After a prolonged silence, the centaur lowered his bow. "We will allow you to take what you need, wizard, but we will be watching. Remember, the forest is a sanctuary. Do not tread here lightly, and do not forget the cost of the path you have chosen."

With the centaur's consent, Tom carefully extracted a vial of unicorn blood, mindful of the slumbering creature. He then stepped back; his mind filled with mixed emotions. It was a powerful reminder of the darkness that clung to him. He held the vial in his hand, taking a swig of it in his mouth before pocketing the vial in his robes.

He gazed at Hogwarts Castle in the moonlight and began the trek back with Nagini following him.

In the Great Hall, Kavya was sitting with Amara and Myra, her face animated as she shared news of the upcoming Hogwarts Ball and the details of her dress, which was being custom-made. Her laughter reached Tom's ears as he approached, reminding him of the light he was losing in his life.

"Tom, there you are!" Kavya exclaimed when she noticed him. "I've been looking for you."

He managed a weary smile, attempting to hide his inner turmoil. "I'm here now."

Kavya's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "I was hoping you'd be interested in helping me choose a color for my dress."

Tom wanted to be a part of this, to immerse himself in the joy and excitement of the upcoming ball with Kavya. But after what he had done and without remorse it him held him back, anchoring him to the relentless pursuit of power. "I'd love to, Kavya, but I'm feeling rather tired today. I think I'll head to my room early."

Kavya's expression flickered with disappointment, but she quickly masked it. "But you promised, remember?"

That's when Erik had walked over. He was silently observing everyone looking for a potential student to follow in the cause Grindelwald was creating. Then it had dawned on him, Tom was the perfect candidate. He knew he had to be cautious around him. Instead, he spoke to Kavya and then said, "I'd be more than happy to help you choose a color for your dress, Kavya."

Kavya seemed to brighten up at Erik's offer, her disappointment over Tom's reluctance momentarily forgotten. "That's very sweet of you, Erik. I'd appreciate your help in choosing a dress."

Tom couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, the blood pact necklace was reacting to his jealousy.

As Kavya and Erik chatted about the ball, Tom's steps took him to a more secluded part of the castle. His heart was heavy with the weight of his secrets, and the jealousy that had stirred within him was a stark reminder of how much he had changed.

In a hidden alcove, Tom leaned against a stone wall, his thoughts in turmoil. The darkness within him churned, the thirst for power and immortality growing more insatiable. His jealousy, irrational as it might be, gnawed at him like a festering wound.

He knew that his choices were driving a wedge between him and Kavya. The one person who had illuminated his life now seemed like a distant star in a sky full of darkness. It was a pain he couldn't ignore, and it weighed heavily on his conscience.

A surge of anger and frustration coursed through Tom as he grappled with the tumultuous emotions tearing at his soul. In a fit of rage, he lashed out, his hand striking the mirror that hung on the alcove's wall. The glass shattered with a deafening crush, shards splintering into seven jagged pieces that littered the floor at his feet.

Breathing heavily, Tom stared at the broken reflection in the fragmented mirror. His own distorted image seemed to mock him, each shard revealing a different facet of his fractured soul. It was a sobering reminder of the path he had chosen, the darkness that had consumed him, and the toll it was taking on his relationship with Kavya.

With a deep breath, Tom closed his eyes and attempted to regain control of his emotions. The blood pact necklace rested heavily on his chest, its enchantments a constant reminder of the commitment he had made towards his path. The bond he shared with Kavya was strained, but it wasn't completely severed.

Tom was determined to find a way to balance his quest for power and his love for Kavya. The upcoming ball was a test, a chance to prove to himself that he could still be the person she had fallen in love with. The blood pact necklace throbbed with a sense of urgency, as if reminding him that time was running out.

As he walked back towards Kavya and Erik, he couldn't help but smile, attempting to push his feelings of jealousy aside. He still wanted to be a part of her happiness, even if it meant facing the darkness within him.

Tom rejoined Kavya and Erik, his smile genuine this time. He pushed aside the lingering shadows that threatened to consume him, determined to cherish the moments he had left with Kavya before his pursuit of power took him completely.

"Kavya, I've been thinking," Tom began, his voice softer and more sincere than it had been in a while. "I'd be honored to help you choose a dress for the ball. It's an important night, and I want you to look and feel absolutely stunning."

Kavya's eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of joy and relief flooding her features. "Tom, that's... that's wonderful. I'd love that," she said, her heart swelling with warmth. She threw her arms around his neck happily. For a moment, Tom stood there a little betwixt before returning the hug. It was a glimmer of the Tom she had missed, the one who cared deeply for her.

Erik, sensing the change in the air, gracefully stepped back. "I'll leave you two to it then. I'm sure you'll find the perfect dress, Kavya," he said, offering a friendly smile before making his exit. That put a dent in his plans. He would have to find another method.

Alone with Kavya, Tom felt a renewed sense of purpose. He was determined to make this night memorable for her, to show her that he still held her heart in his hands. As they set off to search for the perfect dress, Tom couldn't help but feel a spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to reconcile the darkness within him with the love he held for Kavya.

In Hogsmede, the other students at Hogwarts were also doing some shopping for the ball. One store caught everyone's eye. Gladrags Wizardwear. It was famous for the latest fashion trends for witches and wizards.

The shop was packed with students as Tom and Kavya entered the store together.

As Tom and Kavya entered Gladrags Wizardwear, they were greeted by the lively atmosphere of the bustling store. Students from various houses roamed the aisles, browsing through racks of glamorous robes, elegant dresses, and dashing suits, all tailored for the upcoming ball.

Kavya's eyes sparkled with excitement as she moved among the racks, admiring the stunning array of dresses in different colors and styles. She couldn't help but be charmed by the enchanting atmosphere of the shop, and she knew this day was going to be memorable.

Tom, though still grappling with his inner turmoil, remained steadfast in his commitment to make Kavya's experience unforgettable. He followed her through the store, offering his opinion and occasionally suggesting dresses that he thought would suit her. It was a pleasant change from the brooding demeanor he had been carrying lately, and Kavya couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope.

After a while, Kavya had picked out a few dresses to try on. She made her way to the fitting rooms, leaving Tom to wait outside, knowing that he would be the one to see the final selection.

As she disappeared behind the fitting room curtain, Tom gazed around the store. His eyes fell upon a group of students from different houses, all trying on clothes and sharing their excitement for the upcoming ball. He realized that this event was not just about celebrating their magical abilities but also a chance to come together as a community and create lasting memories.

Tom was determined to be a part of those memories and to ensure that Kavya had an enchanting evening. The darkness within him might be growing, but for now, he held onto the love he felt for Kavya, the one constant in his life that had not been tainted by his pursuit of power.

When Kavya emerged from the fitting room, wearing a stunning midnight blue dress that accentuated her elegance, Tom's eyes widened with admiration. He was taken aback by her beauty, his earlier worries and jealousy fading into the background.

"Kavya, you look absolutely breathtaking," he said, his words filled with genuine awe and affection. For that moment, the darkness within him was overshadowed by the radiant light that was Kavya, and he couldn't have been happier to be at her side.

Kavya blushed, her heart skipping a beat at Tom's compliment. She spun around to give him a full view of the dress. "You really think so?" she asked, a delighted smile gracing her lips. For that moment, she felt like the most special person in the world.

Tom nodded, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of adoration and genuine warmth. "Absolutely. You're going to be the bell of the ball."

Kavya's cheeks flushed with happiness as she put the dress aside. "Thank you, Tom. Now, it's your turn. Let's find something that'll make you stand out too."

As they continued to explore the store, the bond between them seemed to strengthen, at least for the moment.

Tom appreciated Kavya's enthusiasm and support. Together, they moved through the store, searching for the perfect attire for Tom. He couldn't help but admire how Kavya's infectious joy managed to pierce through the darkness that had been shrouding his thoughts.

They eventually came across a set of finely tailored black robes, accentuated with subtle silver embroidery. The robes possessed a timeless elegance and conveyed a sense of power and mystery.

Kavya held them up for Tom to inspect. "What do you think about these? They have an air of sophistication and authority, which suits you perfectly."

Tom examined the robes with a thoughtful expression. He knew they were more than just attire for a school ball; they were a representation of his choices and the path he had embarked upon. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded. "I think you're right. These robes are perfect. Thank you for helping me choose them."

Kavya smiled, her eyes filled with affection. "You're welcome, Tom. Now, let's get ready for the best night of our lives."

For a fleeting moment, Tom allowed himself to revel in the anticipation of the ball and the prospect of happiness with Kavya. However, deep within him, the blood pact necklace throbbed, a constant reminder that his pursuit of power was far from over. The shadows of his secrets still loomed large, and as much as he wanted to deny them, they remained an intrinsic part of his existence.

With Kavya's dress chosen and Tom's commitment to the event reaffirmed, they left Gladrags Wizardwear, their steps lighter and their connection stronger. The upcoming ball was a chance to cherish the love that still existed between them, even in the face of the darkness that threatened to consume Tom.

As they strolled through Hogsmeade, their fingers entwined, they couldn't help but look forward to the ball, a night when the magic of Hogwarts would come to life, and their love would shine brighter than ever.

The two stopped at what used to be Kavya's parents' shop. The Golden Spice store was still shut down. Her aunt and uncle didn't have the right amount of funds to restore the shop. Nor did they have the time to run the shop and Kavya was still underage. A sense of dread lingered on Kavya's face as she remembered how she had lost her parents to some ungrateful and violent poachers who had burnt down the store.

Tom sensed Kavya's unease as they stood before the closed shop. He could see the pain in her eyes, a reminder of the tragic loss she had endured. Gently, he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Kavya, I'm so sorry for what happened. If there's anything I can do..." He had already taken care of the poachers that had killed her parents over a year ago.

Kavya turned to him, her eyes glistening with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "Thank you, Tom. You being here with me means more than you know."

They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future hanging in the air. Tom wished there was more he could do to ease Kavya's pain, but he knew that some wounds ran too deep to ever truly heal.

After a while, Kavya turned away from the shop, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "Let's go back to Hogwarts, Tom. I don't want to dwell on this any longer."

Tom nodded, respecting her wishes. He offered his arm, and together, they walked back towards the castle, the weight of their shared secrets and burdens lingering between them. The impending ball was both a distraction and a test, a moment of reprieve from the darkness that loomed over them.

In the dimly lit basement of the Hog's Head Inn, Erik stood among a group of Grindelwald's supporters who were once Ashwinders, former assailants of Victor Rockwood. The atmosphere was tense, and the air was thick with conspiratorial whispers. The group consisted of witches and wizards from various backgrounds, all brought together by their shared allegiance to Grindelwald's cause.

A tall and imposing figure, Erik had become one of the more prominent members of this underground gathering, known for his efficiency and dedication. He knew he had to maintain a facade of loyalty to both the cause and his persona as a student at Hogwarts.

A woman with piercing eyes and long, silvery hair spoke up, her voice laced with conviction. "The time has come to recruit more followers, particularly among the younger generation. Hogwarts offers fertile ground for new acolytes. Erik, you have connections there, don't you?"

Erik nodded; his gaze unwavering. "Yes, I do. I've been keeping an eye on promising candidates. There's one student in particular who shows great potential."

The woman's eyes glittered with anticipation. "Tell us more."

Erik began to outline his observations about Tom Riddle, the boy who had captured his attention. "Tom is exceptionally skilled in magic, and his hunger for power knows no bounds. He's determined, cunning, and charismatic. I believe he could be a valuable asset to our cause."

Erik's words hung in the air, the group's expressions growing increasingly skeptical. The name "Tom Riddle" sounded far too common for their liking, hardly befitting of a potential recruit for their noble cause.

A witch with sharp features and a disdainful tone voiced the sentiment that was written on everyone's faces. "Tom Riddle? That hardly sounds like a name befitting a future leader in our ranks. It reeks of Muggle blood."

Erik, unfazed by their reaction, continued with a calm confidence. "Appearances can be deceiving. You see, Tom Riddle possesses a unique ability that sets him apart. He is a Parselmouth."

A murmur of surprise swept through the group. Parseltongue, the ability to speak to snakes, was a rare and potent gift associated with Salazar Slytherin himself. It was a clear indicator of a wizard's bloodline purity.

"That changes things," the silvery-haired woman acknowledged, her tone shifting from skepticism to intrigue. "But how can we be sure of this? Have you witnessed it for yourself?"

Erik nodded, his eyes gleaming with conviction. "Yes, I've observed him throughout the school year. I've seen him communicate with his pet snake he seems to keep with him which other students in his dorm have said is rather unordinary, a talent that is not to be taken lightly. It's a sign of his true potential."

The middle-aged man, who had earlier expressed caution, leaned forward, studying Erik intently. "If what you say is true, then we must approach this matter delicately. A Parselmouth within our ranks could be a powerful asset indeed."

Erik could sense the shift in their collective assessment. The revelation of Tom's ability had breathed new life into their discussion. The potential recruit was now viewed through a different lens, one that held promise rather than skepticism.

The conversation delved into the details of their approach. They discussed the intricacies of introducing Grindelwald's ideology to Tom, ensuring that the process was gradual and persuasive. It was imperative that Tom embraced their cause willingly, for a coerced allegiance would be fraught with dangers.

As the meeting drew to a close, Erik left the basement with a renewed sense of purpose. The weight of his mission had multiplied, but he was resolved to see it through. The fate of the wizarding world hung in the balance, and he would play a pivotal role in shaping it.

Erik took a deep breath. He got away from that group unscathed for now. Despite being calm at their meeting. He was shaken to his core.

Erik felt the cool night air on his face, a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere that had lingered in the secret meeting. He took a deep breath, attempting to steady his racing thoughts. The path he had chosen was fraught with peril, and it weighed on his conscience more heavily with each passing day.

Grindelwald's followers were a formidable and single-minded lot. Their vision of a wizarding world dominated by pure-blooded witches and wizards was one Erik had once believed in. But it was clear that the means of which they intended to achieve this vision had become increasingly ruthless and extreme. The innocent bloodshed, the zealous pursuit of power, and the disregard for the lives of Muggles and those they deemed unworthy left a sour taste in his mouth.

Erik had his reasons for involving himself with the group, primarily the need for protection because of the muggle war and where he came from.

The revelation that Tom Riddle, his fellow Hogwarts student and friend of Kavya, was now a target for recruitment had intensified his inner turmoil.

As he walked away from the Hog's Head, Erik couldn't help but remember the first time he had met Tom. Their encounter had been marked by curiosity and mutual respect. The young Tom had been eager to learn and had displayed a remarkable aptitude for magic. It was those very qualities that had drawn Erik's attention, eventually leading to his mission to sway Tom towards Grindelwald's cause.

The burden of his secret alliance with Grindelwald weighed heavily on Erik. He had known from the beginning that he was walking a treacherous path, but he had hoped to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. Now, with Tom's involvement, the stakes were higher than ever, and Erik was increasingly torn between his loyalty to Grindelwald and his affection for Kavya and Tom.

His footsteps echoed through the narrow streets of Hogsmeade as he pondered his next move. He had to find a way to approach Tom without arousing suspicion. The recruitment process would require subtlety and persuasion, rather than coercion. Erik knew that forcing Tom's hand would only push him further down the dangerous path he had already embarked upon.

The stars overhead offered no guidance, and the moon's glow was a mere sliver in the night sky. It was a fitting metaphor for the darkness that had seeped into Erik's life. He needed to find a way to protect his friends, to prevent the catastrophic consequences of Grindelwald's ideology from taking root, and to redeem himself for the choices he had made.

The fate of the wizarding world rested on the choices he would make in the days to come.

Oof I'm sure this chapter was tough to read as it was to write lol

There's about two or three more chapters left in this story.

I hope you're ready for possibly one more wholesome and fluffy moment before things get crazy.

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