Into The Past | Tom Marvolo Riddle

Waking Up and A Password

Note: I imaginal Flora to have unattainable brown frizzy hair that she normally lets loose or she puts it into a messy bun. Brown warm doe eyes that contrasts to Tom's icy cold blue eyes. Flora also had tanned skin that also contrasts to Tom's milky white one. Please feel free to vote! By the way, Merry Christmas for tomorrow :D

"Death is but the next great adventure"
-Albus Dumbledore

Whispers of two men filled Flora's ears as she slightly stirred. Her eyes fluttered open immediately when a familiar voice spoke.

"Wake child." Dumbledore spoke. Flora jumped with a start, her heart racing a thousand beats per minute and her back slightly aching. She warily observed the room around her that slightly looked like an infirmary. White blankets were wrapped around her frame and many white beds adorned the room.

"Drink this," Dippet softly ordered, passing a vial to the girl in front of him. Flora did what he said and swallowed the antidote that seemed to help with her stiff back. Slowly it worked and Flora let out a breath of air in relief.

"So we're aware of some basics why you're here. A specific target who you need to get close with." Dumbledore explained, slipping out the note from his robe before placing it back protectively. Flora gave Dumbledore a frown in response.

"Was there a juicy secret in there which ensured I wasn't crazy?"

Dippet coughed, meanwhile Dumbledore sent Flora a wise look. "The letter is going to be burnt..."

It seemed weird to Flora about the roles of the two men in front of her. Regarding the title of Headmaster, but Flora shrugged it off as Dumbledore started to speak again.

"We know you're a true Ravenclaw, but to make it easier, Headmaster Dippet has placed you in Slytherin without the hats judgement," Dumbledore started, taking the vial out of Flora's hand and resting it on the table.

"I've made the immaculate decision to place you as Head Girl due to Tom being Head boy," Dippet informed Flora before adding some information as to why. "Future... Albus here has explained that you were given the task in the future alongside another boy, but it'd be nice if you accepted the role. Although you are entitled to say no to these things. Please know that the girl who had this role- let's just say it was revoked due to her frivolous actions."

"I'll take the role," Flora spoke, scratching her arm as she felt that Slytherins could be quite mean and overbearing at times.

"Good, good," Albus Dumbledore smiled. Outside the room Tom Riddle was listening to the conversation inside. Stopping from his walk across the corridor as he heard Albus spoke 'good good'.

"Well school starts in a week and we've got some clothes supplied along with normal 'things' that a girl your age needs. Feel free to talk to either of us. I will expect you to come to me if you have any questions regarding to anything happening that is dangerous," Dippet spoke, expectantly looking towards a frowning Dumbledore.

"Tom, please lead Miss. Nightingale to the girl dormitory," Dumbledore spoke, slightly scowling at the eavesdropping boy. Tom rolled his eyes at getting caught and took note to cast a spell if he was ever in the predicament again, but he reminded himself that he was only there for more or less than 10 seconds.

"Yes professor Dumbledore," Tom spoke, a fake smile gracing his lips as he appeared from the door way. Flora felt slightly uncomfortable at the milky white complexioned boy in front of her, who was to be Voldemort. Her warm brown doe eyes clashed with the cold icy blue ones; making her spine tingle. She was scared and her stress went to her hands that gripped the white sheets. Tom's eyes caught her flustered movement and he eyed her tanned fingers that were adorned with many rings. Both professors left the room and headed back to their designated offices. "Please hurry and get out of that bed. I don't have all day Miss... Nightingale," Tom teased, rolling his blue eyes. The boy in front of Flora was the one who had countlessly tried to kill her friend, Harry Potter...

Flora jumped out of bed as Tom started to walk away, but her form was soon over thrown with sheets. A heap of sheets and a Flora Nightingale were succumbed onto the floor and Tom smirked at the clumsy girl in front of him. "Sorry," she winced, covering up her embarrassment with a cough.

"No need to apologise," Tom tutted, striding away once again. Flora realised she was in a nighty and wrapped her arms around herself as she ran to catch up with Tom. To say the nightie was hideous was an understatement as it reached the ground in a heap, but what could she do? It was the forties...

She knew where the Slytherin room was, but she didn't want to be left alone in the school, although she was well aware of the killer in front of her.

"Wait," she breathed out, as her figure caught up to the tall Tom Riddle. She felt small next to him, but she was 5'4, whilst Tom Riddle was 6'0. Thus, approximately making him a head taller. Although Tom looked nonchalant he had caught onto her shortness. Which indeed, had made him smirk.

Before long 2 figures were in the dungeons. A pale grey, brick door sat on the tiled floor as a green painting with a man sat on it. "Password," it ordered. Flora frowned at the rudeness as she remembered their one normally asked for it, not simply ordered it.

"Pure-blood," Tom flatly spoke, winking towards Flora teasingly.