𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫──tom riddle

chapter XI ༄

Julia rolled her eyes, getting ready to leave the bathroom. "You already did. Now, if you excuse me." she was about to open the door, but Pandora stopped her.

"He didn't do anything to you, right? And don't try cutting me off."

"No, he didn't. It was just a talk. He also walked me back to the common room. He was really sweet. I still don't understand this sudden interrogating session, though. So please, explain yourself."

Pandora sighed, but she didn't look relieved at all. "Look, Lia. I had a walk with Lestrange last night in the hallways, and he told me something. Something that he wasn't allowed to tell." the girl lowered her voice, now whispering. "There's a chamber under the castle, in which lives a monster. The same one that has killed Myrtle. Tom was the one who opened the chamber for the monster."

Julia was navigating Pandora's face, searching for clues that would prove the contrary of the statement.

"Rubbish." she said in a low tone, grabbing the door handle.

"You don't get it, do you? He wants to get rid of all the mudbloods. He gave orders to this monster. In fact, he is the monster. He even got an innocent person expelled from Hogwarts just to cover up his own sins. You have to stop hanging out with him!"

"Sorry, Pandora. But you've wasted my time here. I'll see you later, when I hope we'll have a normal conversation." Julia said, leaving the bathroom, heading off to Charms class.

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Defense Against the Dark Arts was next. Professor Merrythought pulled out a weird looking closet, also known as a Boggart.

"Alright kids, as you all know, this is a Boggart. Can someone explain to me what that is?"

"It's a shape-shifter. It takes its form of its observer's worst fear." a Hufflepuff girl answered, raising her hand.

"Very well. All of you encountered a Boggart in your third year, therefore I assume you know the incantation. For those who don't, it's pronounced : Riddikkulus. We shall start as well." the professor opened the closet for the first student standing in line.

When one of the Gryffindor girls finished, Tom stepped forward. He stood in front of the closet, but he was stiff. As he wasn't ready for what was coming. The big werewolf that the girl before him cursed, was now taking the form of a girl. Julia. Except, this Julia had no mouth. She was sending death glares towards Tom, tightly holding onto her wand. She looked like she wanted to kill him. Suddenly, she directed the wand's pointy side towards herself as a green light stroke her, and she collapsed.

The whole classroom was quiet. Tom didn't move. He didn't even use the spell against the Boggart.

Professor Merrythought cleared her throat after a long moment of silence. "Ahem... Mr.Riddle? The spell."

Tom didn't seem to hear what the professor said. A moment later, he opened his mouth. "I don't feel good, professor." he said, as he rushed out of the classroom.

The picture of the collapsed - most likely dead-, mouthless Julia kept repeating itself over and over in his head.

That. That was his biggest fear.

He pushed the boy's bathroom door open, leaning against the sink. He never felt nor behaved like this. Ever.

Tears started rolling down his cheeks, tapping on the sink afterwards. He felt lightheaded, sick, angry, guilty and so much more.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder. He directed his gaze at the mirror to see who was behind him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, looking at Julia through the mirror.

"I wanted to check on you. To see what's going on with you." the girl's hand travelled down his back, comforting him. "What was that? In the classroom."

"I don't know, alright? Now can you stop with the questions?" he raised his voice unintentionally.

"I-Sorry I'm not used to people fearing me and having bad visions about me, or whatever that was. But I saw it too, and there's nothing stopping me from finding out what it-"

"Shut up!" Tom shouted, cutting off Julia. The tears were now pouring out of his eyes.

Julia's eyes widened. "I'm sorry." she hugged him from behind.

"You shouldn't be. I'm the one who needs to apologize." he said, sobbing. "I am bad, Julia. So bad, that you wouldn't be able to fix me."

"Hey, hey..." she gently turned him around so he could face her. She caressed his cheeks, her fingers getting wet from his tears. "I swore to myself that I will help you get better, no matter what it takes. You can't stop me from doing that."

Tom held her hands, pulling them away from his cheeks. "Julia."

"Hmm?" she hummed in response, staring into his reddened eyes.

"I have to tell you something."