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~~~An Order of The Fenix Meeting ~~~
In the room sat an odd group. The sorts you wouldn't be used to seeing together, some of pure blood and others muggle-born. The group had settled on their name not 1 year ago when it was created to find the perpetrator of the string of muggle and muggle-born murders. The boy behind it was a student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Tom Riddle, but they lacked evidence to prove without a doubt. The headmaster of the school was present at the meeting while they discussed more options when again the boy hadn't taken to yet another girl they had sent his way.
"What about the Y/L/N girl?" A voice broke through the others. Her mother was part of the Order but only came into town on business trips. That is up until 3 months ago when she had been killed in a tragic car accident.
"Albus, you can be serious! She's completely unhinged!" Another man chimed in while others groaned.
"That could be exactly why we need her. Tom is a very... odd boy. We need to send in someone who can understand the way his mind works." Some people were nodding and others seemed ready to try anything at this point. It wouldn't be long before Riddle became suspicious.
"I hope you know what you're doing."
~♡~
~~~Y/N's P.O.V.~~~
Albus Dumbledore had shown up at my door just yesterday, telling tales of my mother, The Order and this boy, Tom. I had taken his offer to transfer immediately as the week before I had been shackled with detention for the rest of the term for setting Clairissa Dalton's hair on fire in the first period.
I had been instructed to wait at the back of The Great Hall while Dumbledore gave a small speech at the front of the room. It wasn't often students transfered mid-year so I knew people's eyes would be on me.
"...I expect you all to give her a warm reception. Y/N L/N could you please come to the front to be sorted." I shrugged walking past the rows of students. I had done some quick reading on the way here and knew about the 4 houses and what traits they value. I didn't bother sitting fully on the stool, instead choosing to lean.
"My quite the mess in here." The old hat grumbled once placed on my head. I hope someone cleaned that thing it had to be over 2000 years old.
"Hmmm, It's not often we get this kind of mind here. SLYTHERIN!" I got up stretching my arms while my plain robes took on a green accent and I made my way over to the table some of the students clapping. This shouldn't be too hard, find a murderer and get a confession. I had seen a picture of the boy and immediately spotted him at the far end of the table surrounded by people I assumed were his friends but from the look on his face were more bothers.
"Hey, you can sit here." A girl with dark brown hair hustled a group of boys down the bench to create a space. I let my facade slide into place as I thanked her and slipped into the spot next to her. Her name was Viola Parkerson and she seemed to know everything on everyone, a valuable resource. I would play nice, for now.
~♡~
It had been nearly 2 weeks now and I knew Tom hadn't even glanced my way. I needed to be creative. Manipulating Viola had been easy and I had her practically falling at my feet. She was one of those people who felt the need to be liked by everyone to the point where she never had any close friends. From there it was easy, made up stories of adventures I had with my 'best friend' back at Beauxbattons to plant the seed of wanting a close friend. Then I just had to listen to her constant yammering and she was wrapped around my finger, none the wiser.
The common room was empty with the exception of Tom who sat on one of the old leather couches doing homework. I strolled by walking down the hall to the girl's dorms, I saw Viola come out of the 7th year girl's room and when she saw me her eyes lit up.
"Y/n, Guess what?!" She practically skipped to me while I braced myself for another ramble of facts on the sex lives of our fellow students. I allowed her to steer me around pushing me back towards the common room.
"I'm in love!" I scoffed looking at her like she had grown a second head.
"Why the look?" I realized the opening this gave as we were alone in the common room with Riddle.
"Please, love is a hoax." I truly believed this but under normal circumstances, I would have lied and pulled the starry-eyed school girl act on her.
"How can you say that? Love is beautiful!" I needed to find a way to catch Toms's attention and what better than to appeal to his ideals. Dumbledore had told me about his parents and how he was conceived under a love potion so he wouldn't be able to feel love.
"Love is simply an emotional attachment a person may form for another. People are blinded by their feelings to the point they can't see that and confuse it for the all mighty power in the world." I made my decisions based purely on logic. Feelings were dangerous, they caused people to slip up.
"Well yes but it's so much more!" She was talking with exaggerated hand gestures.
"There are different levels of emotional connection, I'll give you that but in the end, it is just an exaggerated version of something like a witch and her wand. You can always get a new wand if you break yours." I shrugged glancing at Tom. He was still looking at his parchment but his quill had ceased movement.
"You can't just replace love! It lights you up from the inside. It's putting the other person's needs before your own." She was giving me ample opportunities to drive my point home.
"That's a chemical reaction. Also, that's what perplexes me. Why are people out throwing themselves into the flames to save others? I get if you value your emotional attachment you may go into danger for it but to die for it. It's so unlogical!" I threw my arms up into the air.
"That's love, doing the unlogical!" She was smiling at me and giving me a weird look.
"That's weakness. You might as well tie yourself to a sack of stones and jump in the ocean." Why would you ever risk your life to help someone? I mean if there's no harm in taking a few minutes to lend someone a helping hand I can understand it but I valued those extra minutes. They put me ahead of the person who stopped.
"What? Were you conceived under a love potion? No one thinks like that." I saw Tom's eyes latch onto us and I knew we had his full attention.
"You don't need to be conceived under a love potion to have half a brain cell and see that love is simply dressed up version of manipulation. People do it all the time! I'll keep loving you as long as you-, I love you, how could you do this to me, I can't believe I ever loved you. There is no such thing as unconditional love, it is a tool that people use to hurt and manipulate each other. I see the need for companionship but it's stupid to allow such urges to take your eyes off the big picture." I would have to apologize after this to keep her under my thumb but it was worth it as Tom was now watching me very closely.
"Then how do you explain marriage? Someone needing someone so much to the point where they tied themselves together for life?" I could see I was hurting her. But that was her purpose, a pawn to be sacrificed in my mission. She had come to me hoping to confide about her and whichever boy she liked this week and I was shooting her down.
"It's just what you said. They trick each other into thinking they need one another and when they wake up from their childish dream, that's called divorce." I crossed my arms.
"You clearly have never been in love. But when you do and you're married you'll realize how wrong you are." I watched as Tom tilted his head slightly not even bothering to hide the fact he was listening.
"Oh, I won't be tying myself down to a person for a feeling. If I married there will be a reason. Whether it be to continue my bloodline or to keep an eye on my spouse." Everything about a person could be used against them.
"What on earth do you mean?!" She seemed alarmed by my lack of empathy.
"Okay let me spell it out for you. Say I had a plan to take over the world. Something like capture all the world leaders, broadcast the death of half of them to cause chaos. Then use the other half as a trap to draw in the people who would fight against me and blow them and the leaders sky high, leaving me with a herd of people who wouldn't dare move against me. Now let's say someo-he" I pointed to Tom pulling him into my explanation. He looked confused, raising a single eyebrow at me.
"Let's say he found out about my plan and he had some sort of value to it, like money or knowledge in an area I didn't I'm clearly not going to kill him. I'd marry him, keeping an eye on his every move to ensure he didn't slip up and broadcast my plan to the world. No one would give it a second thought if we were only seen together." Viola's face was contorted in a horrified expression.
"First, did you just come up with that plan off the top of your head?! And second, that's a horrible reason to get married!" I rolled my eyes and I saw her begin to tear up. I let out an internal sigh already deciding on telling her I was wrong and blaming it on the recent loss of my mother. She wiped a falling tear before running back down the hall, I heard the dorm door slam shut. I dropped down onto the couch opposite Tom and couldn't help the small laugh that left my mouth, she was so soft it disgusted me. I made eye contact with him for the first time giving him a malicious smirk before I got to my feel again to go deal with Viola.
~♡~
Getting Viola back in line was simple as I told her the sob story about my mother, making it sound like we were close. All in all, it ended with her going on about being in love with Abraxas Malfoy and me pretending to care that he had some of the most beautiful hair.
Everything was working like a well-oiled machine by week 4. I had caught Tom watching me in the common room, the great hall and in some of our classes.
We were in Potions when Justin, a Gryffindor who just 3 days ago had shoved me into a wall and laughed, fell to the ground screaming. People were startled and began to freak out as their fellow student spasmed on the ground, eyes bulging. Professor Slughorn was quick to react, saving the boy before he died, to my dismay. The dark veins that had begun to spread across his tan skin slowly shrinking away, Justin was sent to the infirmary a sobbing and shaking mess.
"That was crazy! I wonder what happened." Viola nudged me from her seat next to me.
"Yeah, I wonder." I didn't wonder I knew exactly what happened to that stuck-up prick. I looked up to see none other than Tom Riddle staring at me, he didn't look away when I made eye contact instead cocking his head in a silent question. His eyes were cold and unforgiving, I could see the violence bubbling under the surface of those blue orbs. I simply shrugged, smirking and looked away.
~♡~
"Y/n." I had heard his voice before but it had never been directed at me. I stopped turning to see him walking towards me. The halls were empty, everyone was at dinner. I had been heading to give my monthly report to Dumbledore. I leaned back against the wall waiting for him to catch up to me. He definitely carried a dark aura to him.
"It was you who poisoned Justin." It wasn't a question and I could tell he was trying to figure me out. He had that cunning, calculating look in his eye.
"Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, that's a pretty serious accusation you got there. I have no idea what you're talking about." I crossed my arms tilting my head to the side.
"Don't lie to me." He growled a sneer on his face as he stepped closer towering over me. I could see how some people would find him intimidating.
"So you have proof then do ya?" I looked him dead in the eye, calling his bluff.
"In fact, I do." He pulled a small vial from his robe, I recognized it immediately as the one that used to house the poison I used on Justin.
"How did you get that?" I let out a sigh, pursing my lips.
"I would recommend you do a better job of disposing of evidence." I had to admit he was attractive and the darkness practically oozing off him only made it better. He slipped the glass container back into his pocket.
"I wasn't expecting someone to snoop through my things. How'd you even get in there? The hall is charmed to stop guys from going down it. Tommy, is there something you're not telling me?" I looked him up and down before his hand came up, gripping my throat.
"Don't call me that." His eyes were murderous as his jaw tightened. I bit my lip enjoying the way my head was getting fuzzy from the lack of oxygen.
"You're enjoying this?" He snarled a look of curiosity written on his sharp features. I couldn't speak but I dragged my tongue across my lips in answer.
"You're sick." He squeezed harder, trying to get me to fight against him. My vision was being filled with dark spots but I didn't move instead tapping my fingers against the wall to the beat of my heart, which I could now feel in my scull.
"You're one to talk." I sputtered as his grasp loosened allowing air to flood back into my lungs.
"I never said I wasn't." His voice was low, a shiver running down my spine. I let out a quiet laugh that even to myself sounded insane.
"I had plans for Justin and you just insured he'll be alone in the Hospital Wing for the next 6 weeks. Thanks for the opening." Oh, so Justin had been his next target. It was some evidence but he evaded what the 'plans' had been and that wouldn't hold up in the Ministry.
"Plans? Dis moi." (do tell me) My voice was scratchy and broken from him choking me earlier as I wheezed my best french accent.
"Ah, ah, that's none of your business, Crazy." My eyebrows rose at the nickname. He was close now his breath feathering across my face.
"Well if we're doing nicknames then you best get on board with Tommy." I smirked and his hand began to tighten again.
"Y/n you are late for-" The headmaster came around the corner freezing when he saw us, my eyes widened. I threw my arms around Tom's neck smashing his lips over mine. He was taken by surprise as our teeth banged together. It was better for Dumbledore to think he was kissing me and I was succeeding rather than he was killing me.
"I'll be taking this." I pulled the green Slytherin scarf from Tom's neck as I stepped out of his grasp and towards the Headmaster. I heard him growl but he didn't do anything knowing I was using it to hide the bruises that were definitely beginning to form.
"Detention, I know." I rolled my eyes finishing Dumbledore's sentence and throwing Tom off any thoughts involving me, the teacher that clearly had it out for him and The Order. I wrapped the scarf around my neck before the older man could see the dark bruises.
~♡~
"I see you've made progress." I sat across from the Headmaster in his office. What did he think I wouldn't?
"Just how many girls did you try this with before?" I asked as my attention was drawn to the sorting hat, resting on a shelf.
"13, you've been the first Tom's showed interest in. Has he said anything about the killings?" The man's hair was beginning to grey and I noticed how tired he seemed.
"He said something about having plans for that kid who's in the hospital wing. You can't move him, Tom will know it was me who told you." I added the last part knowing that in that twisted mind of his he could see through people easily.
"I'll write his parents and tell them about the accident, I'll advise them to transfer their son." I nodded, it would be believable.
"Now this accident. Is there anything you wish to tell me?" I knew he was asking if I had poisoned the boy. Unlike Tom who's approach to things was to accuse and get you to admit it, the older wizard's was to see if he could catch you in a lie.
"No, sir. Nothing." He knew I was lying or else he wouldn't have asked the question but he let it go, dismissing me to return to the common room.
~♡~
Over the next few days, Justin's parents did come to collect him, saving his life. Not that they knew that. It would appear my little revenge scheme had been a good deed, saving his life when I tried to take it. My, how the tables have turned. I had many of the teachers under the impression that I was a sweet girl who transferred to be closer to family. I hadn't talked with Tom since the incident in the hall but it had adapted to glaring at each other from the other sides of our classes. Not an evil glare of hate but a look of tension.
"Okay, class line up, smell the Amortentia and write 2 pages on the effects of it. Due tomorrow." Slughorn gave the instruction and we all lined up behind the bubbling cauldron. Amortentia was meant to smell like what you were attracted to. I sighed rolling my eyes, I could guess what it would smell like to me. Nothing.
"Miss, Y/L/N." I hadn't realized I was now at the front of the line. I shuffled forward leaning over to breathe in the steam. To my surprise, it had a smell. From the look on Slughorn's face, he expected me to share my findings with the class.
"I smell smoke, saltwater and... metal." I lied easily as the metallic scent of blood invaded my nostrils. It smelt of death and destruction not a person like many other peoples had. I returned to my desk to collect my things before class ended. Viola gave me a quick hug before racing out of the room. It was Friday and she had a date with Abraxas Malfoy. She would not shut up about it all week. The class was empty when Tom stepped forward, having been the last in line.
"Nothing." He shrugged and the Professor gave him an odd look. I wasn't surprised at all as I slipped out of the room.
"You lied back there." His voice came from directly behind me as I spun around.
"We have to stop meeting like this, Tommy." His jaw clenched at the name. It may have been smarter for me to leave that part out but it was too late now.
"Only on the last two, and even then I kept them close. Smoke, Tears and Blood." I shrugged, tugging on his green tie.
"Death." He stated squinting at me.
"Hey, stop trying to figure me out. 24 therapists couldn't do it either, nothing to feel bad about." I punched him in the shoulder. Before I could step away he had me pinned against the wall.
"I'm getting deja vu from this, Tommy." My snide remarks seemed to put him in a worse mood.
"I told you not to call me that." He snarled a malicious smirk on his face.
"I don't take orders from you." I spat, venom in my voice.
"Oh, but you will." There was an evil glint in his eyes. There was a twist in my gut as the idea of him fucking me weaselled its way into my head.
"Persuade me." My voice was seductive as he sneered down at me. His hand was suddenly in my hair as he stepped away, a fist full of my H/C locks between his fingers. He hauled me down the hall and towards the stairs, luckily no one was wandering the halls. He didn't let go until we stopped in front of a blank wall.
"And you call me the crazy one." I heckled him as a door began to appear. He pulled it open yanking me inside by my hair. Once the door was closed behind me he had me pressed back against it, his hand around my throat. That fuzzy feeling began to coat my brain. The look in his eyes was pure mania. I thought for a moment he may actually kill me, the idea sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. I still had bruises from last time so my neck was tender while his fingernails dug into the soft flesh.
"Fuck me or kill me, decide faster." I hissed barely able to get the words out.
"You're insane." His face was a mere centimetre from mine, his eyes burning a hole through my soul.
"But you like it." My vision was blurring and my head was pounding. His hand loosened enough for me to gasp drawing in air.
"That's one word for it." His lips were on mine in a second. It wasn't a soft kiss but instead dark and malicious, he bit down hard on my lip drawing blood as I let out a moan. I could see my blood on his teeth as he pulled away to shrug his robe off, the sight causing a pool of warmth between my legs. I let my Slytherin robe join his on the ground as he stepped back to me, lifting me so my legs were wrapped around his waist. My hands went to his white button-down shirt, working my fingers to slide the pieces through the small holes. His mouth was on my neck biting and licking the dark bruises he'd left there. I had the top of his shirt undone revealing his pale skin but I couldn't get it fully while we were in this position. I saw the room for the first time as I looked out over his head. There was an old chandelier in the center illuminating the room, no windows, the only furniture was a 4 poster bed with black sheets adorning it. He carried me over to the bed throwing me down, his black curls falling in his face. He pulled the white shirt over his head not bothering with the last few buttons before tearing mine open the buttons popping free. I moaned as he ran his metal ring down my side causing my back to arch up so he could slide his hand below to unclasp my bra, one step ahead as always. As he attached his mouth to my hardened nipples I slide my hand down his back, dragging them as I did. I brought one hand over my mouth, muffling a scream as he slid his thigh between my legs pressing against my core.
"No, I want to hear you scream." His tone was evil while he slid a hand down my skirt. I threw my head back crying out as his fingers slipped between my folds. His lips were on my shoulder leaving hickeys.
He froze looking down to see my small hand wrapped around a pocket knife, pressing it into his abdomen.
"Theif." He spat, it was true I had fished it out of his trousers. I laughed insanely while he glared daggers at me.
"Do it." He challenged looking between me and the knife. I arched a brow at him holding eye contact as I pressed it into his pale skin opening a cut across his hip. He grunted moving a hand to run across the bright red blood. He turned back to me running his bloodied hand across my chest leaving a red trail. I moaned as he thrust 3 fingers inside using my distracted state he overpowered me, quickly taking the knife from my hand and pressing it against my throat.
"You'll pay for that." He snarled before moving the blade and opening a gash over my collar bone. I hissed but it quickly morphed into a moan as he attached his lips to the wound. It stung as he ran his tongue over it lapping up the red fluid. I felt the coil tightening inside as he skillfully ran his thumb over my clit.
"Tom!" I was so close as I bucked my hips against him. Just as I was about to fall over the edge he removed his fingers. I whimpered at the loss of contact but watched contently as he slid his digits between his blood-covered lips. He looked like one of those men off the cover of a romance novel. But I was still mad about that stunt he'd pulled. I lept into action wrapping my legs around his torso flipping him over so I straddled his chest. Casting a silent spell our matching ties lept from the ground tying themselves around his wrists and then to the headboard. He struggled against the restraints trying to break free.
"You better hope these don't come loose." He threatened, continuing to struggle. I smirked lowering my lips to his ear.
"My turn." I attacked his neck biting and leaving angry marks. I could see his arms flexing above his head, trying to slip out of the ties.
"I'll ruin you." He growled, something dark lurking in his voice. I chill ran down my spine and I'm sure he saw the goosebumps.
"Is that a promise?" I slid my hands down his lean chest stopping to dig my nail into the gash that was still seeping blood. A grunt escaped his lips, he was looking down at me watching my every move. I pressed myself down against him to run my tongue over the cut. His blood tasted metallic and I was reminded of the smell in the potion earlier today. I unbuckled the black belt holding his trousers sliding it from the loops, tossing it aside. He halted his escape attempt when I ran my hand over his growing bulge. I looked away for a moment to see where the knife had ended up and coincidentally that was the same moment his hand slipped free. By the time I noticed he had grabbed a chunk of my hair, flipping us so he could keep me pinned with his legs while untieing his other hand.
"I warned you." He was seething as he pulled my skirt off, followed by my stockings and panties. I moaned as he lifted my hips off the bed, throwing them around his neck. He slid his tong between my dripping fold moving it harshly as he rubbed soft circles over my clit. I bucked my hip forward and he had toadjust to keep from dropping me. The sight before me was the thing pushing me back up to the edge. His hair was a mess of curls as he kept eye contact while slipping his tongue into me.
"Mother of Merlin! Right there." Sweat was beginning to appear over my skin as I rocked my hips. So close, so so close. I shut my eyes but just as I was going to fall over the edge he dropped me back onto the bed. Denying my release.
"You didn't think it would be that easy." I was a panting mess of pent up sexual tension. He slipped out of his trousers and underwear before shifting so he was resting between my legs. I could feel his length pressed against my inner thigh.
"Beg for it." He had a sadistic grin on his face as he looked down at me. I pursed my lips bitting the inside of my cheek.
"You'd like that wouldn't you." I shifted giving him an arrogant smirk. I barely had a handle on the burning desire in my core and he knew it.
"I think I can wait longer than you." He bit my bottom lip before slipping is tongue between my lips. I could taste myself on him as he explored my mouth.
"You're dripping, practically begging me to take you." He hissed in my ear before running his tongue up my jaw and nipping my earlobe. He was right, I needed him to let me finish.
"Just do it." He whispered again almost imitating a voice in my head. Convincing me that it was my idea.
"Submit yourself to me. I'll take care of you. Come on Y/n, beg me." He was playing mind games and I knew it, trying to slip into my head but I was to desprate to care. He could try all he likes to get into the sock drawer that was my brain, even succeed if that's what got me this release. It's a whole other thing if he could make sense of it.
"Please Tom. Please just do it. Ruin me, take me, just fuck me." I shoved my pride down as a sick twisted laugh reverberated in his chest. He thrust into me as I screamed sweet bliss at being stretched to accommodate his size.
"See now was that so hard." His thrusts were ruthless as he plowed into me. I was so lost in a cloud of pleasure and bliss that I almost didn't notice as he lifted my legs to rest them against his shoulders. He reached new depths as I moaned beneath him. He kept his eyes open watching as I responded to him.
"You'll obey me." His voice was low and he flicked my clit causing sparks to fly up my back. I nodded hurriedly not wanting him to stop again.
"Say it." He thrust harder drawing a string of curses from my lips.
"I will." All thoughts of my mission to convict him gone from my head. He snapped his hips faster as my body quivered.
"No one else can fuck you like this, cut you like this." He ran his fingers over the cut on my shoulder. I could feel myself getting closer and closer for the third time tonight all that built up tension weighing down on me.
"No one else, please Tom I'm so close." I begged as he gripped my hair pulling my head to the side to bite down hard on the side of my neck, planting wet kisses down my jaw.
"You'll only report to Dumbledore what I tell you." My eyes flew open meeting his as he sneered at me. It was impossible to keep my head clear as he found my sweet spot causing me to arch off the bed.
"How did you-" My voice was cracking as I tried to stop myself from falling over the edge. He had waited for me to be here, on the precipice of pleasure before he revealed his true intentions. Smart man.
"Ah, ah, I have my ways." He placed a long finger over my lips as he purposefully hit that special place again. I was a shaking disaster so close to the edge.
"Come on Y/n, I can make you feel so good." He emphasized the last words. I knew he was close to as his thrusts fell off his previous rhythm.
"What's in it for me." I may be falling apart at the seams but I wasn't stupid, he had to have something of equal value for me to fall into his trap.
"Smart girl, I can give you unimaginable power. Just be my little spy." He grunted adjusting his agle and drawing another string of curses as he thrust his hips, with unmatched force.
"Not good enough." I was in the verge of tears the voice in my head begging me to take the deal and drown in this moment. He raised his eyebrows running his tongue over his lips.
"I'll give you the world, The Dark Lady to my Dark Lord." He tried again rubbing my clit. He knew I couldn't hold it back much longer and when it crashed over me I would agree to anything.
"Not. Good. Enough." I spoke through gritted teeth.
"Come now, My Queen. What more could you want?" He was clearly getting annoyed at my ambition. At the words 'My Queen' I knew he was desperate. He was afraid of Dumbledore but with me had a way of keeping tabs on the powerful wizard. I was very aware of this and needed to use it to my advantage.
"Your loyalty. I will be the Queen to your King and the spy that feeds Dumbledore what you want him to know but you will be loyal to me. Putting my needs as your needs, you will not cross me and I will be loyal to only you." I knew this was the absolute most anyone could ask from him. His eyes were filled with fury, I was asking him to go against his instincts and morals but he and I both knew he'd do it. Dumbledore was one of the only things that stood a threat to his plans.
"Fine." He spat the word like it physically pained him and he made sure I knew he wasn't happy about it as he pulled nearly all the way out and thrust back inside me hitting that spot and sent stars flying in my vision. With that I finally fell over the edge screaming his name at the top of my lungs as I clenched around him, pulling him over the edge with me. He swore as he thrust a few more times before burying himself deep inside me, releasing. We were a tangled heap of limbs, panting hard as a layer of sweat coating both out bodies. He moved first grabbing something off to the side before I felt a sharp pain on my ribs. I looked down to see Tom holding the knife as he carved something into my skin, under my left breast.
"What are you doing?" I went to move away, not out of pain but of curiosity. He pushed me back down and with one final slice he moved his hand away, quickly dipping his head to lick the blood that was now seeping from it.
"TMR?" I asked as I sat up taking in the 3 letters he had carved into my skin, the areas around it red with irritation.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle. I do not share, and as long as you follow through no one else will ever see it." He pressed his fingers to them just to watch as I hissed.
"Swear it, make the unbreakable vow." His jaw clenched but he reached down, grabbing his wand. He put out his arm while a piece of me was slightly surprised he was so ready. I took his arm and he waved his wand over out linked arms, a thin strand of gold magic wrapping around them.
"I Y/n L/n will act as a spy for one Tom Marvolo Riddle, only sharing the information he deems exeptable and pass all important new from The Order to him. In return he must swear his undying loyalty to me, taking my needs and wants as his own, protecting me from others and himself. I will stand by his side should he accept." I looked Tom in the eye as he pursed his lips. He knew after this there was no going back. And he was getting the shorter end of the stick.
"I Tom Riddle accept the turms." He grimaced as the light sunk into our skin creating the unbreakable promise.