Clary Riddle and the Man with the Nefarious Eyes {A HP Next Generation Story}

[18] The Confrontation

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[18] The Confrontation

 

 

“Y-You’re..” I stuttered, but I was unable to get the words out. I was unable to speak. He smiled, a twisted, mental smile, and yet somehow he had pearly white teeth.

“Yes, I’m him. The man – how can you say – the man that haunts your dreams?” The menacing voice asked with dry humor.

“What? How?” I stuttered again, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t form the words that wanted so desperately to break free from my throat.

“How? Easily, you and your family are nothing, but mere weak wizards and witches. Therefore, someone as powerful as me is able to do things, like appear into a teenage witch’s room very easily.” The dark figure said as he looked down at me with those bright yellow eyes, his face contorted up in a smile. “Clarissa Riddle, now why do you look so scared?”

I gripped my sheets firmly in my hands as I looked up at the dark figure, “What do you want with me?” I asked through my clenched teeth as I tried to keep a brave face on.

“Ah now that Clarissa is the question. Well I can’t exactly tell you what, because that will just ruin the fun now wouldn’t it?” He asked as his voice lulled through my ears, “Now I can tell you this, that unfortunately you are a great assest to me Clarissa. A great assest indeed.”

I looked up at him with fearful eyes, “What do you mean? What could I possibly do for you?” I asked as I moved my hand underneathe my sheets looking for my wand, I’m sure Kingsley would understand if I used underage magic, it would be self defence.

“Well there are many things you are capable of doing for me Clarissa. If I tell you though it will just ruin the fun, the ultimate surprise!” he exclaimed with excitement as he looked down at me, those eyes just glowing in the darkness of the room.

“Well whatever it is you want from me I’m not doing it! I’m not. You can scare me with those horrible nightmares, but I’m not going to help you in any way. Whatever you want from me, I know its nothing but pure evilness.” I replied as I glared at the figure, I expected him to glare at me or to yell in anger. But no, he did neither. Instead, what he did was laugh, a crazy, extravagant, maniacle laugh that echoed off the walls in the room. Something in me shivered from response to that creepy laugh. His eyes then reappeared back on mine as he stopped laughing.

“You’re so naive, just like your mother was.” He said in a hallow voice, “Do you really think you’ll be able to defy me like that? Just say you’re not going to help me and that’s it? I’ll leave you alone?” He asked looking at me as my mouth opened and closed, confused with what kind of response I should retort with. “Clarissa... That lovely dream of yours is not just a dream, but a warning. If you defy me, all those close to you like that arrogant Malfoy, despicable Potter and the digusting Werewolf child. Those that you care for the most, I will kill them.”

My body shook. Shook in complete horror at the reality of what was happening. I could tell he was telling the truth, he was not just trying to scare me, no, he was past that now. “B-but why? I’m nothing special!”