Tom Riddle X Reader - Chapter 95: Chapter 95

A cold roar roamed outside the windows. A shuddering, icy, wind, wildly fighting the willow trees. Rays of light shone through a dark-tinted window, escaping a resting candle within the warm walls.
You rolled over, eyelids shut in peace. The body fell heavier as you drifted to slumber. A warm hand draped over your waist, a comforting touch that melted both of your hearts. Tom, awake, listened to the rain. His fingertips ran across the soft skin of your arm as he re-called the recent memories of you.
His hand jumped back at the sound of a door swinging open and he quickly sat up
His sharp glare instantly met the eyes of the intruder
"My lor---" - she whimpered
"Bellatrix, has all that hair gotten through your dense head? It is impolite to interfere without a proper warning." - Riddle sneered
As if snapped due to voices, you woke up. Your eyes instantly locked with staggered looking Lestrange as you sat up yourself. You looked over at Tom on your left, who has been laying next, and It hit like a train that the night was not a dream.
"My lord" - Lestrange proceeded "They've arrived"
Perplexed, you glanced over at Tom who, in contradiction, instantly knew what she meant.
"Very well" - Riddle replied "Show the guests to the dining room"
Bellatrix nodded her head and gave you a last peek before leaving. There was something uncanny about that one flash in her eyes.
Riddle tossed the blanket away from him and leaped out of the bed. He swung his wand to get dressed faster, throwing on a black turtle-neck jumper and black trousers. As he adjusted his dark hair, his bright eyes glared at you once he stopped still "Well?" - his British accent soothed
"Well..?" - you asked
"You are coming"
"I am? I don't even know who the guests are"
"I will not start without you" - he adjusted his sleeve "We shall await till you're there. Do try to consume less time" - Tom tucked his wand in his pocket and exited the bedroom.
Alone and bewildered, you stepped out of the silky sheets and put on your clothes.
You descended down the stairs and carefully trekked into the dining room where you immediately stopped in between the door frame. A whole lot of death eaters were sat around one table, all glaring at you now that you were here.
"Come" - Riddle calmly gestured to you, presenting the chair next to him "Saved you a seat"
You gulped at the tension you could feel as every death eater in this room had questioned your loyalty and there were many of them. You walked over and sat down where Tom wanted you to.
"Well then" - Tom folded his hands, peering from one dirty face to another "I'd like to enlighten some of you who don't know as to why you are here. It appears the order has been conveniently forming an army. Those resistant to us have devoted their faith in the weak" - Riddle spitefully glowered "We must remind them of our supremacy. And those in denial of my power will perish."
"The girl" - a death eater snorted at the table, scornfully frowning at you "She's not one of us"
"You will not interrupt me, Goyle." - Tom scoffed "Must I teach you manners?"
Goyle's head lowered in silent obedience.
"Do not waste your silly breaths about the girl" - Riddle stated, loud and clear "She will not be a concern"
Antonin intervened "When we fight, she will fight for them"
The death eaters whispered among each other in agreement "kill her!" - one yelled
Tom wasn't having it. He whisked his wand and a green flash bolted into the man who just said that and he dropped dead. The whole room suddenly fell quiet again.
"Are you questioning my authority?" - he rose up from his seat and circled the table, glancing at each one of the members "If so, speak now" - he stopped next to Antonin and leaned in "Or I will silence you myself to avoid a shameful burden at the battle"
Antonin shook his head "Nothing."
Everyone in the room knew that Riddle was one of the most powerful wizards. It would have been a fruitless loss to fight him mid war.
"Good." - Riddle sat back down "The order thinks we have no knowledge of their attack tomorrow. But what can we expect from a number of fools"
Igor Karkaroff exhaled "Dumbledore will be present too, my lord"
Your heart hopped at the sound of his name.
"Of course he will" - Tom shortly snickered "That old, blithering twit"
"Dumbl--" - you murmured silently, capturing Riddle's sole attention "Dumbledore is not a blithering twit"
"You are defending him?" - Tom snarled
"I'm saying how it is" - you replied
Riddle kept quiet for a few seconds, he wasn't fond of you defending Albus but he did admire the straightforward, aggressive side of you.
He looked back at his hushed followers and changed the subject "It is the middle of the night. I must urge you all to rest. Tomorrow our victory will be born and all those in question of us will die."
Everyone nodded before dismissing themselves out of the dining room.
Whilst you and Riddle returned to the bedroom.
Inside, your feet stopped and you turned eye to eye with Tom "I'll stay true to my words from last night. About fighting with the order"
"Of course." - he answered
"And you do not have a problem with that?"
"For now."
"Do you think I should leave?"
He shook his head "No." - his lip twitched "You will be in danger regardless of your side. And you won't be shielded by me but I may try."
"I'll be fine"
"Do you still have the bracelet in your possession?" - Tom asked
"The one you gave me years ago for Christmas? well, yes.. I just haven't been wearing it"
"Wear it for tomorrow."
"What is it really for, Tom? That night after the incident with your... family and I was in danger, you came to my rescue after it emitted light? I've had all kinds of suspicions after"
Riddle sighed, he was reluctant to tell you the truth.
"I have a similar one. I've enchanted it prior gifting it to you. If you are at risk and we are separated, it will glow red to you and me. But only if you wear it."
"What about the time turner issue? You hated me for---"
"We will not speak of that" - he stroke your cheek "Get some sleep."
"What about you?"
"I shall join you."
You smiled, what a warm thing to hear knowing you didn't have to request him for once.
Tomorrow will be a big day.
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The world woke up to a bright day. Clear sky, fine weather, shimmering sunlight and faint breeze. Shame that a different type of storm was coming.
A long line of death eaters gathered at a high hill, many of them have yet been appearing, grouping up, all standing behind their leader, their superior - Tom Riddle.
You stood just next, catching sights of his focused face - nothing but determination in his expression. He was looking down at the green, wide field below him. Just after the open field - a massive forest awaited for their enemies.
The plan of the order was to ambush death eaters. What they were not aware of was that those death eaters will be meeting them half way in a larger amount than expected. The dark lord's army were awaiting for first glimpses of flying brooms.
You'd turn and see some draw out their wands already, as a few of their grim eyes trailed you.
For a moment time stood still. A bump of the wind chased you in a moment of melancholy essence. This was it.
The breath of the air picked up like a fire-less breathing dragon, whooshing in a number amount of appearing wizards and witches in front.
The corner of Riddle's lip twitched, his back strained, his head high up as he inhaled the wind. Lowering his head down, his eyes reflected vicious, sadistic confidence, fully grinning at the sight of the order coming. A ruthless spark in his pupils glinted as he nodded his head to Snape.
Severus stretched out his wand and an incantation escaped his lips "Nebulus"
Alas, an endless amount of fog hurdled out, quickly concealing them and the field below.
On the other side, Alastor Moody suddenly stopped, his broom hovering above the field as he was just met by the mist. Those who followed ceased just around him. They tried to listen to the faintest of bordering sounds but there was nothing else they could hear other than their own beating hearts and the faint hiss in the air. Their eyes flickered at the smallest, darkest encircling corners, their faces as pale as porcelain. Some of their hands trembled as they grasped onto the solid texture of their wooden transport, their heads continue-sly stimulating dizzy, shivering chills at the sheer knowledge that something was wrong.
Edgar Bones, an exceptionally talented Hufflepuff wizard, got struck by a flash of light and was sent launching over Moody, tossed into the sky as he desperately tried to hold onto his out of control broom.
A barbarous laugh followed. A nasty, vile chortle of a woman. Edgar's eyes couldn't track where the source of it was, but it haunted him as if he was in pitch-black hell. As another bolt of light shot for his head, he managed to catch control of his broom to twirl over and dodge the wicked spell just in time.
"Be cautious!" - Alastor yelled as he felt a rush of adrenaline start to kick in, his orbs darting through depths of the dark mist, searching for shadows. He flinched at a strike of oncoming fire-bolt and quickly wheeled around it. Irritated, he pressed his lips together and hurried over to the root of the enchantment.
A gusty force sped over his head and he almost collapsed backwards at the turbulent whiz of a dark wizard whom he instantly locked eyes with once he gripped secure. One quicker than the other, aimed their wands, but Alastor prevailed first, watching his own victorious, conjured bolt sling-shot into the wizard who fell off into the abyss of the smoke. The only cost of victory - blood on Alastor's hands.
When another black hooded sorcerer flew from Moody's behind in hopes to ambush and slaughter, they were blasted with an incantation. Alastor looked behind to see an old wizard.
"About time, Aberforth" - Alastor's voice cracked
Aberforth's lip quivered "Good day for a fog, Alastor? Could of sworn the sun was shining a few feet ago"
"Now is not the time" - Alastor yelped as he aimed his wand at an oncoming shadow "Any knowledge until the rest show up?"
"My brother is on his way" - Dumbledore replied.