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[thomas riddle jr.]

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[/i][/color][/b]” Tom commanded the chamber in parseltongue – a gift that very few knew he possessed. It pleased him a great deal when the sinks moved out of the way, leaving a tunnel for him to descend into the Chamber, the Chamber where he had sought for so long. And he had defeated his cousin to discovering the location of the Chamber, it was his to claim, this was his territory now. The thrill that this victory brought him made him feel joyous enough to smile genuinely, a feat that had not been accomplished prior to this. No, although he had thought perhaps he had felt true joy before – but no, this was joy. This was power, and power was joy.

And so he had no problems slipping down into the abyss that he knew would be the Chamber of Secrets. However, unlike any uncivilized individual that may throw themselves down into the depths of the darkness, Tom Riddle had his wand at the read and cushioned his landing with magic before cleaning the dirt from his robes, also with magic. It was preferable that there was no physical evidence that might imply he had been up to something. No, this was something that it would not do well for him if others knew. This must be his secret, his power alone.

His footfalls echoing in the ancient stone cavern, Tom soon found himself at a door, covered in iron snakes. This would be a secondary test to get past. Tom could pass that with ease. “I command you to open.” Tom hissed in parseltongue to the door, and an iron snake slid out of the hinge, circling the portal into this great new world and in a moment he had gained access to this wonderful chamber, the house of the power he so desperately craved.

It was damp and disgusting, but Tom didn't care. As his footsteps echoed throughout the grand chamber, he passed the many stone snake heads that decorated this cavern. It was magnificent, but he was not here to observe the décor. No, he had a greater purpose in his mind, a purpose that drew him to the statue at the front of the cavern, the incredible structure in the form of a head – potentially a representation of Poseidon or even of Salazar Slytherin himself.

“Come to me,” Tom commanded, still in parseltongue. Tanis had raised a very valid point concerning the Basilisk that resided within this chamber. It was an ancient beast – would it even be alive after nearly a millennium? The stone jaw of the statue began to lower, sliding down to reveal a tunnel inside the statue's mouth. “Serve me.”

And then the moment of truth. The beast that had once belonged to his ancestor appeared, magnificent as he had expected it to be, slithering forth from the tunnel. For a mere moment, he was speechless as he found an image creating itself in his mind – he was the heir of Slytherin, and his mark should be akin to this. Perhaps a skull with a snake for a tongue? And then he caught his breath and spoke to her. “I am the heir of Salazar Slytherin.” But the beast surely could sense as much. She didn't need telling of this fact. Tom turned and began to walk in the opposite direction.“I shall call for you soon, my sweet.” Tom told her, dismissing her.

And then Tom made his way from the Chamber of Secrets, to the tunnel that lead back to the disused girl's lavatory. “Ascendio.” He said, having his wand take him up the chute back to the girl's lavatory, where he commanded the chamber to close and hide itself from all unwelcome eyes – in parselmouth, of course.

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NOTES: Hope that this is an okay starter!
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

[Ellaria Michaelis]

The common room bored Larry to no end some times. She was a wild, free spirit. Change was in her nature, exploration was her calling. Music was never monotoned, and Larry refused to be monotoned as well. She needed crescendos and decrescendos in her life. Quadruple fortes and pianissimos. Six-eight time and four-four time. Larry valued variety and music.

So when she decided she wanted to go hang out in a bathroom for no particular reason, she chose the one on the second floor that no one went to anymore.

She skipped- yes skipped through the corridors. She still wore her Hogwarts uniform, the standard black robes with the Hufflepuff crest, white dress shirt with the black and yellow tie, and grey skirt. However, as always, she chose to wear bizarre socks. On her left foot was a lavender sock with pink stripes and orange dots, and on the right she wore black socks with “Free Hugs” in rainbow letters up the side of it. She couldn’t find the other socks for each set. This was rather strange, now that she thought about it. Normally she was a particularly good finder, especially with socks, music, and musical instruments.

Anyway, she skipped through the hallways, crazy, knee-high socks being shown off and black shoes clicking every time they touched the stone floor. Her long blonde hair bounced with each step, floating up slightly every time and fluttering back down. Larry wore a smile on her face, something Radek Lockheart would be proud of. Her blue-grey eyes looked around at the desolate hallways. Not a single soul in sight. Larry liked this. No one would bug her now.

She had no idea, however, of just how stupid of her it would be to enter that second-floor girls bathroom.

When Larry turned the corner into the bathroom, she at once noticed the sinks spread apart, revealing a giant hole in the floor in the circle of sinks. Her little, mental red flag at once went off, and Larry knew that being here was probably a bad idea. She didn’t move, she just stood in stunned silence. Suddenly, out from the hole came a student. She knew he was a Slytherin from his robes, and he looked to be a seventh year. He spoke in a weird hissing language and the circle of sinks at once covered the hole and turned back into normal bathroom sinks. He then turned around, and Larry at once knew who it was.

Tom Riddle, the second Hogwarts Champion, spoke in the hissy-language.

“Um…” Larry stammered. “I can assume I wasn’t supposed to see that, huh?”

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[/i]. No, those spells were not fit to use on the girl at this time – not that she would know that. It would be easy enough to jump to the conclusion that her life was soon to end, having startled the wondrous Tom Riddle as she had. No, in any other circumstances she could expect pain, blood and damage to both her body and mind. But no, here he had to be careful. He had to watch where he stepped.

“There are some things that little girls oughtn't see.” Tom responded. As he raised his wand and pointed it at the girl, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the massive mirror on the wall behind her. He'd just obliviate her memories. Yes, that should do the trick. Just remove the memories of her having met him here. He'd close the chamber and leave her to do whatever it was that she had come here for. He was quite good with memory charms. “You're very correct in assuming that this is one of them.”

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TAGGED: Larry
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LYRICS: Lion King
NOTES: I put that there is a mirror behind her so that
when she turns to run, she will see the Basilisk's reflection.
Also, is it alright if Tom obliviates her memory before he petrifies her?
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

[Ellaria Michaelis]

((A/N: YES! Oblivate her! I was gonna ask you to do that. And the mirror thing was a good idea. Perfect for her petrification.))

Larry noted that when Tom turned to face her, he was initially startled. Huh, looks like I actually scared the emotionally impenetrable Tom Riddle. Though right now isn't a good time to celebrate... His fingers caressed his bone-white wand, and he seemed to be pondering what to do with her while his icy blue eyes showed panic. Larry backed up a little and reached into her sock for her Yew and Unicorn Hair wand. Immediately after Larry commented about how she shouldn’t have seen that, his eyes lost all panic that was in them and turned cold and unfeeling. Larry felt her heartbeat in her throat and fear in her chest. She could barely breathe and her eyes showed it.

“There are some things little girls oughtn’t see,” Tom responded. He held up his wand at Larry and she let out a tiny squeak and took a very small shuffle backwards. “And you’re very correct in assuming that this is one of them.” Larry held up her wand with a trembling, white hand. She realized, as she caught her reflection with her peripheral vision in a nearby mirror, just how pale she had become. She knew how much danger she clearly was in right now.

“I-I may not be good with offensive spells, well really, I suck at them, a-and I may be a third year, but I-I’m good at defensive spells!” Larry meekly stated. “A-And I swear I won’t tell a soul! Sure I talk a lot but I can keep a secret! I-I don’t gossip… not that I have any friends to gossip too…” Larry’s hand was shaking and she felt like she was going to puke at any second. She had absolutely no idea what he was going to do with her. “Don’t kill me! I have four instruments to take care of! They need their mother!” Okay… that last part was probably pretty stupid of her to say. She now just showed him that she was a complete psychopath. But maybe that could work in her advantage. No one would believe her if she said she saw Tom Riddle speak Parseltongue. Right?

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[/b]). She'd gone as pale as a ghost. She sensed his power, the danger. To see the child so afraid nearly made him smile with the sense of power and authority it made him feel. It would be so easy to kill her right there and then. He knew the words – Avada Kedavra. They were simple and he knew that if he pointed his wand at the girl and spoke those words, the girl would die. There was no doubt in his mind about that.

But as much as he could have liked to end her meddlesome ways, he knew that it just wasn't a viable option. He'd not get away with it, not while he was a student here. The curse would be traced back to his wand. And even if he managed to get away with it, he still ran the risk of the girl becoming exactly what she looked like at that moment – a ghost. And then she'd surely hurry up to Dumbledore's office to inform that old fool hat had happened.

And that just wouldn't do.

She was trying to get out of this, but she wasn't charming like he was. She was stuttering and tripping over her words. She didn't know what to say. She was saying all the wrong things – telling him that she was poor at offensive spells. She was only a third year and he had knowledge enough of magic almost to become an auror. She'd not stand a chance against him. He had a larger number of spells than she did. He had more power. She would crumble and fail.

Her pleas to let her go away unscathed were growing increasingly desperate. And when she told him that she didn't gossip, had no friends to gossip to, he snorted derisively. “Silly little girl, you don't seriously think I'd take a chance like that, do you?” He took a step closer to the Hufflepuff. “Letting you keep a secret like that for me? Oh no, this is something that others mustn't know.”

She made a plea for her instruments. She seemed to think he was going to kill her. Her instruments 'needed their mother'? How childish and immature. Of course she was a Hufflepuff, brainless and cowardly. But then, she had good reason to be afraid, didn't she?

His reassuring words would hardly be reassuring at all. They were not meant completely to calm the child down. He hoped to intimidate and frighten her some more as well. He enjoyed relishing the power which this child could recognize in him. “But don't fret, this won't hurt at all.” With a charming smile, he aimed his wand at her face. “Obliviate.”

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[Ellaria Michaelis]

Larry knew that her pleas for mercy were going in one ear and out the other. She knew now that him letting her go was highly unlikely... she just only hoped that there was the off chance that Tom Riddle would let her go. Clearly, though, that wasn't going to happen. He knew he had all of the power in this situation, and Larry Michaelis knew that he was aware of her fright and obvious lack of experience in magic compared to him. "Silly little girl, you don't seriously think I'd take a chance like that, do you?" Tom inquired, still pointing his non-shaking wand at her. "Letting you keep a secret like that for me? Oh no, this is something that others mustn't know.”

"There was always the off chance, eh?" Larry responded, trying to somewhat lighten the mood more for herself than Tom. It wasn't until that very moment that Larry realized there was a very real possibility that she could get killed right then. Larry's hand trembled even more when the thought popped into her head. She was terrified; she had no desire to die. She was only fourteen. There was still so much Larry wanted to do in life, and fourteen years was certainly not enough to do all of that. Larry refused to let herself cry, though the tears threatened to spill over.

"But don't fret, this won't hurt at all,” Tom told her with a sinister smile. Larry at once felt very afraid. He was actually going to kill her. She was actually going to die in that moment. For once in her life, Larry Michaelis was dead silent. She could speak no words, only feel fear and stare at Tom Riddle. He stepped close to Larry and put his wand near her head. "Obliviate." At any normal time, Larry would have been relieved that he was only erasing her memory of the event. However, seeing as Larry couldn't recall anything that had just happened to her, she couldn't have a silent celebration that her life was spared.

The now unaware Larry Michaelis cocked her head at Tom Riddle. "You're that Tom Riddle guy, right? Why am I with you?" She looked around, at once noticing that she was in a girls bathroom. "And why are we in the creepy abandoned girls bathroom? I mean, I remember I was coming here but after that it's kind of a blur... weird..."

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But he could not keep the useless little girl in terror forever. And so he'd had to obliviate her memories, wipe her mind clean of what she had been witness to. He was careless, although he did take care to drop his wand hand to his side and hide his wand behind his back. Although he was angry at the child, his appearance had taken on a softer look now. He looked less threatening.

And then the stupid child had to notice him once more. No, that simply would not do. He could not have the child recognizing him. No, she could not see him at all. If she remembered having seen him, then she would be able to place blame on him. There would be suspicion. After all, what would a sixth year boy want in an out of use girl's lavatory? There was no doubt that it would arouse suspicion, and then the whole school would flood the room and possibly even uncover his secret. Well, Tanis might, but the others were all too thick to know what they might have stumbled upon. But Tanis would know.

And Tom did not feel like sharing.

“Are you alright?” Tom asked, putting on a facade of concern for the impudent child who had dared interrupt him. His free hand raised, he gently placed it on the girl's shoulder. “You slipped and hit your head. Are you hurt anywhere?”

“Here, let me take you to Madam Pomphrey. She'll be able to fix you up.” And then he turned to steer the girl out of the disused lavatory. He'd pretend like he was taking her to the hospital wing. But she'd not arrive there by his hand, oh no. Well, she would need to go there, because of his hand, but it would not be him who took her there. “What's your name?”

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[Ellaria Michaelis]

Larry looked up, confused as to why exactly she was in a girls bathroom with the sixth year male prefect for Slytherin. It was all rather odd… she felt as if she should be remembering something. But she couldn’t recall a single thing after leaving the Hufflepuff dormitories. ”Are you alright?” Tom asked. He actually looked and sounded concerned for the third year. Something in Larry’s gut told her that something was very wrong, but she ignored it. She didn’t have any legitimate reason to distrust him, other than the fact that he was in Slytherin and she was a muggleborn. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder. ”You slipped and hit your head. Are you hurt anywhere?”

”I hit my head? Oh… that explains why I can’t remember anything. Um… no I’m not hurting anywhere,” Larry answered. She placed a hand on her head and rubbed it gently. Funny, her head didn’t hurt in the slightest. Not one spot on her head was sore to the touch. Maybe Tom had done a little healing magic on her or something.

”Here, let me take you to Madame Pomfrey. She’ll be able to fix you up,” he told her. He then began to steer young Ellaria Michaelis out of the lavatory. Larry didn’t put up a fight at all. Maybe she could get her mind a little less foggy after visiting Madame Pomfrey. After all, Larry needed to be fine tomorrow. She had a Defense Against the Dark Arts exam tomorrow. Focus was everything when it came to spells. Larry already had a very small attention span; she didn’t need a headache to make it worse for her. ”What’s your name?”

“Michaelis. Ellaria Michaelis. But everyone just calls me Larry,” she answered. ”You’re Tom Riddle, right? Thanks for taking me to the infirmary.”

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[/color][/b]” Tom said, the malicious intent that darkened his mind invisible in his tone. She wouldn't suspect a thing until it was too late. Far too late. Or so Tom assumed. Perhaps the little twit was cleverer than he'd suspected, although Tom did not consider such a preposterous idea. Instead, he removed his hand from the girl's shoulder. She didn't need to be steered to the hospital wing. He had no intention of taking her there in the first place.

Sure that there was nobody else in the corridor with them, Tom halted beside a large mirror on the wall. “Attack.” he said in parseltongue, calling his servant to him. He stepped back from the mirror, pointing his wand at the girl once more. This time, she couldn't see him. Not even his reflection in the mirror. If she saw him again, he'd have failed. She'd know who attacked her. And then he would be in trouble. That couldn't happen, not this time. “Obliviate.”

He stepped back, his robes swishing as he stepped behind a nearby column. If the girl turned again, she'd see her own reflection. But that wasn't the only thing she'd see. His servant had arrived, and she was preparing to strike as he'd instructed her to. And if his research was correct, if she looked the beast straight in the eyes, she would die. He could only hope that she would look the beast straight in the eyes. What would he do if the girl saw the Basilisk's tail and fled. Well, at least she wouldn't recall his presence there. But then the school would hunt his servant, and he would have to tread carefully.

He was in a good place, he could see the girl's reflection in the mirror through the small space between the wall and the column, but she'd have to be very observant to notice him in his hiding place if she looked into the mirror. “Attack.” He hissed, again in parseltongue, the words indistinguishable to all by a parselmouth, but the sound was enough to draw the girl's attention in his direction, where the Basilisk lay coiled between the two of them.

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[Ellaria Michaelis]

”No need to thank me,” Tom responded. Larry nodded and walked down the corridors with Tom. She never figured that a Slytherin could be such a nice and charming person- especially to a muggleborn like her. Though Larry wasn’t exactly well known. Perhaps he didn’t know if she were muggleborn or not. She thought it best not to bring it up. After all, she didn’t want any random bullying/discrimination happening to her when he was already being nice to her. She walked in silence, all of her memories fuzzy and vision somewhat blurry from dizziness. Surprisingly enough, her head didn’t hurt that bad. Maybe it wasn’t as bad of a fall… but then why would she not remember anything after leaving the common room? She had no idea. Nor did she question it.

That’s when Tom disappeared from sight. She looked around, noting the large mirror that was on the wall next to her. “Riddle?” she called out, having no idea what happened to him. That’s when she heard a hissing sound. It sounded both human and serpent at the same time- and that scared Larry. She took out her wand and aimed it at nothing- her eyes darting around, trying to find her invisible enemy. She heard a slightly male voice muttered a spell… the obliviation spell. For a moment Larry knew she would lose her memories- but the next moment she could not recall why she was in a hallway by herself with her wand out and her back against a wall and facing a mirror. She peered around the hallway, confused and kind of scared. If she was sleepwalking or something in the middle of the day, then she had every right to be terrified. She barely even recognized this part of the castle.

Then she heard a hissing. A strange, human-like hissing. It was both familiar yet strange to her, as if she heard it in a distant memory that she could barely find. She heard a loud, more snakelike hiss soon after, and her breathing grew shallower and quicker. She heard what seemed like a large, large body, slithering around the floor. Larry shut her eyes tightly as whatever was coming approached. After a few minutes, she heard the slithering stop. She slowly stepped forward, her hand extended.

That’s when she felt scales.

Large, hard, thick, slimy, scales.

Her eyes snapped opened and she saw both her reflection and the reflection of a large snake with the biggest, yellow eyes she had ever seen.

And then she couldn’t move- not even a muscle.

Ellaria Michaelis had been petrified.