Tom Riddle X Reader - Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Not aware of what will happen, you touched Tom's stretched out arm and immediately found yourself terribly affected by an apparition spell. It felt like you were pressed from all directions at once, as if squeezing through a tube, making it very hard to breathe.
When you were finally steady on your feet, your head was spinning with short term nausea.
You took a glance of your surroundings. You were in a yard enclosed by a heavy, metal gate and old, tall, everlasting trees. It was dark and nothing was lit except for the large windows symmetrically lined in front of you, it was clearly a manor that belonged to a very wealthy man.
Tom's eyes were fixed upon the sight of the tall architecture, but the pretty view was not on his mind. Without saying a word, he walked towards the large, posh, front door and audibly knocked on it three times in a polite, yet eager manner. You stayed a couple footsteps behind him, as you knew it was none of your matter. However, unsettling signs rushed through you, you didn't know why he brought you here.
Footsteps clucked against the floor on the other side of the door which soon swung open by a well dressed looking woman in a posh, red, medieval dress covered in golden laces. Her brown hair was tied in a French tail. "Yes?" - she spoke softly, giving you each a 2 second glance
"Good evening."- Tom had his hands behind his back, as if scheming something. "Me and my companion are lost. We were on a trip to this... fine Hangleton town and were eager to ask if we could come in to inquire for directions"
Confused about what was on Tom's mind as he was clearly lying to the lady, you glanced at him dumbfounded, then focused back on the woman, not letting your guard down.
"Oh dear!" - she squealed. "Two children shouldn't be out here, in the dark, come in! come in!" - she opened the door wide, leading you to a very bright, tremendous hallway.
Tom followed the woman heading upstairs to meet the owner of the house. On the way up, you stopped to inspect a very large portrait of a family. There were two people standing In the picture, a woman who opened the door and a man who was standing next to her, he reminded you of older Tom. Behind the pair was standing an old man with a serious look on his face and in front, an old woman seated down on a comfy armchair. You looked at the fancy brown frame that was circling the painting, your eyes meeting a  particular white, small rectangle that had "Riddle family" written on it at the bottom. Then it hit you - it was the Riddle manor.
Realising, what Tom might be up to, bad instincts and thoughts immediately craved into your head. You rushed upstairs as fast as possible, finding Tom already in the middle of a conversation with a man from the portrait, he looked so much like Tom, it could only be a ridiculous coincidence if you wouldn't know they're related. There was also the old man from the painting, sitting in an armchair behind the owner, one leg on another, holding newspaper and wearing see through, thin glasses, he was gazing at your beloved Tom.
"Cecilia, darling, why did you let them into our residence?" - the man spoke to the posh lady in red dress.
"They're lost, I couldn't just slam the door to their faces" - she replied in her squeaky voice
"Well then" - The man took a few steps closer towards Tom. "My name is Tom Riddle just like my father over there named Thomas Riddle." - he reached out a hand to your man "It's a family thing"
It was absolutely unbelievable to you. There were three people in the same room, all named Tom Riddle. And the most important part was that it looked like your own Riddle was looking at an aged mirror.
You were standing by Cecilia, looking at the similar duo, you couldn't help but notice how unhappy your Tom looked, while the man with the stretched out hand clearly flashed him a fake smile.
Shortly, and very unwillingly, they shook hands. Usually family reunions are filled with cheesy smiles and hugs, but this one was intimidating, whole air seemed to be polluted by tension.
"Actually, there's a reason why we chose to... address your house rather than any other... I guess we can call it necessary faith" - your slytherin man spoke, flashing a cold smirk, presenting his obvious despicability. "We're from a school. Hogwarts."
Tom Riddle snr. Went to grab himself a drink, smiling at the sound of the unimportant information. Pouring whiskey into a tiny glass from a nearby desk. Without any interest he responded: "Oh yeah? Must be pretty far, as I've never heard of it"
"It's a school for peculiar people only. Rather... magical I'd say?" - Tom looked at his conversation partner, speaking in a very subtle voice, as if he was hinting Tom Senior about his own identity.
For a second, the owner stopped pouring his drink but then snickered for a few seconds, placing down his bottle and taking the tiny glass, placing the other hand in his pocket.
"Boy, are you playing a game? There's no such thing" - he giggled, mockingly, making everyone else in the room laugh except you and Tom.
"Really? Is that what you've told my mother?" - Your Tom spoke, immediately causing Cecilia's face to darken in confusion and Tom Senior along with the old man sitting in his armchair fell silent.
"I have no idea what you're speaking about, child" - he then turned to Cecilia "Poor fellow must of hit his head"
"Are you saying you have no memory of marrying a woman with strange, incredible capabilities?" - Riddle Jnr got more and more bitter with each sentence.
The man's eyes opened wide as the owner uttered something very fast and silent, yet still audible enough for everyone in the room to hear: "...Merope..."
Cecilia shouted high, clear and loud: "What? The one from the Gaunt family? Tom, you said..."
"I know what I said!" - the man interrupted Cecilia from speaking any further, before focusing back on Tom: "That happened a long time ago, I have even forgot about that" - his sudden grin angered the young man. It was as if he was proud to have left a pregnant woman and has no regret whatsoever.
"You're lying." - Tom murmured
"Pardon?" - His father spoke
"You're LYING." - Tom's voice spat with fury. "You have not forgotten about that, you are simply embarrassed it happened" - his tone grew louder "How DARE you leave a woman with your own UNBORN son?!" - his bitter voice, coming from the bottom of his heart finally erupted as he found himself shouting, drawing attention of an old woman who rushed into the room.
"What's going on? Son?" - she spoke to a paralyzed looking Tom Riddle senior. Cecilia grabbed the woman's hand and pulled her closer so she wouldn't get in the way, explaining that a young guest is losing his temper.
Tom ignored by blood bound his grandmother, she was not a part of his life, proceeding to yell at his father: "She trusted you! And you LEFT HER TO ROT!!" - In the middle of an outburst, Riddle clenched his fists. He felt pain, disgust and rage all at the same time. Emotions he didn't yet know how to control.
"I was under an influence. I was not aware of my own actions, I did not love her." - The father defended himself, explaining the situation between him and Merope. "I did not know she was with a child"
"Stop. Lying. To ME." - Tom was about to rip the man to shreds. "You did not CARE! You did not CARE and look what you've done to me!" - he shouted. "I'm ASHAMED of my own NAME. Do you know what it FEELS like to drown in yourself, without any knowledge of your own identity?!"
"What do you want me to say?" - even though his father tried to calm down the situation, it only seemed to put gas to the flame.
"Say?!" - Tom sneered "I don't want you to say anything, you FILTHY MUGGLE. I want you to PAY. You and your whole DIRTY BLOODED family" - Tom took out his wand, his face frowned, his anger was killing him from the inside, slowly awakening every single memory of dark arts "Crucio!" - Tom pointed his wand directly at his father, making him fall down to the cold floor as his body mangled around, bones breaking inside in each part of his body, crunching sounds and yelps of pain tensed the room.
Shrieks escaped the lips of Cecilia and the old woman in her grasp. Appalled, the male on the armchair stood up to look at his screaming child, imprisoned by fear and shock as he stood still like a statue.
Tom, in hold of power, wore a satisfied grin as he watched his father suffer like an animal.
You couldn't watch that. You did not see this part of Tom before, and as soon as you recognised the unforgivable curse, you knew how much trouble he could get into. You were scared of him and worried for him at the same time.
"Stupefy!" - you disarmed Tom, following with a blast that bolted him through a wall, into the outside. Enabling Thomas to run towards his suffering son.
You were gazing at the massive hole in the wall, noticing Tom recover from your attack, as he entered the room without any signs of injury.
"TRAITOR!" - he shouted your way
"I can't let you do this! I'm no traitor but what you're doing isn't right! I cannot let this happen! Why did you bring me here?"- you shouted back at him, shielding the victim and his father from Tom.
"Step aside" - Tom lifted his wand, as if getting ready to attack
"No."
"I do not wish to hurt you"
"Me neither" - clenching onto your own wand, unwillingly, you pointed it at him
Both standing still as if time froze, you kept your distance in front of each other. You got into a defensive position, ready to prevent the man from buthering his family.
It was finally the time when two minds and hearts beating like one had split.