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Bonnie & Clyde || Tom Riddle x Reader ♧part 2♧

When I woke up in the morning the first thing I thought about was the books I stole. I sat up straight and looked around. The dorm was empty. I yawned and reached over to my bag while looking at the clock that told me it was exactly 11.00am. Luckily, t was saturday. I opened the book on dark magic and skipped a few pages until I came across something that peaked my interest.

Horcruxes.

I've read about them numerous times before. I have however never fully been able to understand how one makes a horcrux. I knew it involved splitting the soul but the next page was ripped out of the book. I yawned again while closing the book. I looked at my bag and picked up the book on Voodoo rituals.

I carelessly flipped through the pages, not really paying attention to the titles of different rituals. I was with my head somewhere else until suddenly a small spark shot through my middle finger. It didn't hurt. I in fact am nit even completely sure if I even felt it. It was more mental than physical. I looked at the page I was on and read the title.

'Wither away evil love spells and restore ones ability to love normally'

I was quite intrigued to be honest. Even though I was pretty sure I wasn't under a love spell, something told me that it would come in handy.

'Make a solid heart-shaped form out of dough or clay and carve the name of the person who cursed you.'

This wasn't like any of the magic we were thought in school. It was almost like a religion.

'Under the moon a day prior to the full moon dig a hole and put the heart in. And squeeze the lemon over it.'

I read the entire ritual and then closed the book with a sigh.

I put both books away and dressed myself and brushed my teeth before walking out of the dorms and into the surprisingly empty common room. Then it hit me and I rolled my eyes.

The first Hogsmeade weekend. There were three in a year. Some students have complained it wasn't enough. Others like myself think there are too many. I never really go. Got nobody to sign my permission slip so what can you do. I went to sit on one of the love chairs in the corner of the room rather than the couch in the center.

I looked around the empty common room to make sure nobody was there and grabbed the book on dark magic again since the voodoo one kinda creeped me out a little bit.

I tried again to find some more information that I wanted on horcruxes but was again unsuccesful. It was all for recreational purpouses ofcourse.

I heard some news in the corridors that muggles were dealing with some kind of criminal couple. They go town to town robbing banks and shops. The woman -I think her name is Bonnie Parker- is said to keep going on and on about how she wants to be remembered for a long time after she dies. She wants everyone to know her name. That's why they cause so much mayhem and chaos together. To be known by the people.

I wanna be remembered when I die. Also not just by friends. But by everyone. But in the wizarding world things like that are more complicated than just robbing a few banks and killing 3 or 4 people. I'm gonna have to achieve something big. But Bonnie and Clyde were my OTP. Even if thhey were muggles.

In that moment right then I decided that I in fact wanna be remembered and known by everyone. And I was gonna do anything to achief my goal. Causing mayhem and chaos isn't an exception.

I flipped through the pages again mindlessly thinking about something huge I could achief that will put my name in the history books when I was snapped out of my thoughts by the closing of the common room door.

I quickly closed the book and hid it behind my back. I looked up to see a pissed looking Tom Riddle walking into the common room. He was looking at me and raised an eyebrow.

"What were you holding?" He asked spitting every word with annoyance framing it.

"Um a book, what did it look like?" I asked sarcasticly.

"Don't act funny, what is the title of the book." He asked.

I rolled my eyes.

"Why are you so mad? And why do you wanna know what I'm reading?"

Tom huffed and walked over to me at a fast angry pace.

"I was in the library and I noticed my book was missing." He said.

"Um, it's a library. Students get books there all the time. Now if what you're getting at is that I happen to have the book you're looking for I'd tell you to leave because I really don't think you'd be into these kinds of books." I told him.

Why the fuck would he want a book on dark magic? This boy has the highest grade in all our classes, what can't he do with normal magic, that he can do with dark magic.

He narrowed his eyes for a moment.

"Just tell me the title of the book and I'll leave you alone." He negotiated.

I sighed. I was 100% sure I didn't have his book.

"I can't." I said honestly.

He raised his eyebrows as if asking me what the fuck I was getting at.

I sighed.

"You'll think I'm psycho, and you'll tell everyone and then I'll get in trouble." I explained.

He smirked slightly.

"I won't. Just show me the book (Y/L/N)" He sighed. The small smirk still present.

I groaned. "Fine" I said and slowly got the book from behind my back.

I handed it to him and he stared at it. His smirk was growing bigger. "What's a girl like you doing with a book on dark magic?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes. "You've seen the cover, may I have my book back now?" I asked him keeping my eyes on the book.

"No." he said.

I looked at him. He still had the smirk on his face with one eyebrow raised higher than the other.

"You said you wouldn't tell anyone and leave me alone." I said in a little bit more of a whine than I intended.

He chuckled.

"That's not why you're not getting it back." He stated. "You're not getting it back because it's mine."

I narrowed my eyes trying not to let him notice how surprised I was.

"What does someone like you need with black magic." I asked.

He raised his brows. "What do you mean 'someone like me'?" He asked.

"You know... someone that's good at every class and probably one of the most powerful students here." I described. "I'm just trying to say that you probably don't need black magic to make you a better wizard"

His facial expression turned into a amused one.

"You're oblivious to the fact that you are the second best student in Hogwards. No?"

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"That you have the best grade in herbology, transfiguration, divination and care of magical animals." He said "And you're second best in the rest of them exept for history of magic where you're third." he finished.

My mouth fel agape.

"How-" I started to ask.

"I wanted to know who I should see as a threat." He answered.

I stared at him. Right then was the first moment in my life that I couldn't read someones expression. Was he joking? Was he serious? Should I be worried?

"Don't worry." He said "I realised I'd much rather have you as an ally."

He stepped closer and sat down on the other love seat in front of me. He leaned over and placed his elbows on his knees folding his hands in front of him.

"Interesting." I said with an unnoticable yawn and put my elbow on the chair arm and leaned my head on my hand. "Tell me more." I said.

Riddle smiled.

"I wanna do something big." he said "Something bad."

I grinned at the way he was describing his plan. "Acting all mysterious are we?" I asked.

He shot me a glare.

"I've been watching you, (Y/L/N), for a while now. You have potential." He said.

I smirked. "And may I ask what exactly I have potential for?" I asked.

He shrugged and leaned back in the chair. "Still figuring that out." He said "All I know is that you're too special to stay unnoticed your entire life. You have to be known. A name everyone knows but is too afraid to speak. The persom every mother warns her child about. A face that lets everyone know that the world is ours. That's (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the queen of darkness, the dutchess of chaos, my Dark Lady."

He had his way with speech. Everyone knew that. This vision of his spoke to me in a way that no one other could. Even if someone else had the same vision, ideas or believes as Riddle. No one knew how to put his thoughts into words like he did. It impressed me, to say the least. I was high on the idea of being known, maybe feared by every single witch and wizard. 'His Dark Lady' I repeated in a whisper. I was als so impressed by the way he could actually make me believe him for a second. Even though I didn't doubt his believes. His intentions were another story. He wouldn't lie. He had too much pride, too big of an ego to lie about his plans. He just leaves a lot of his plan out. I know for a fact that he didn't tell me everything. I pity everyone who was truly stupid enough to trust Tom Riddle.

"What exactly is your plan?" I asked.

Riddle tutted while shaking his head. "You're going to have to prove you are trustworthy first." He said.

I rolled my eyes. "How." I asked. He smirked. "That's for me to know and for you to find out." He said before standing up and walking towards the door.

"Wait!" I called after him.

He turned around and looked at me expectantly.

"Will you tell me about horcruxes?"

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Bonnie & Clyde || Tom Riddle x Reader ♧part one♧

I've 'known' him for 5 years. Observed the way his ebony hair is the same color as the peddles along the black lake when it just rained. The way his black irises danced in his eyes, observing everything in the atmosphere while pretending to listen to a 'friend' telling him a story. How I'll never be able to understand how his figure could appear and disappear in seconds into one of the dark corridors if you blink your eyes or don't pay attention. Tom Riddle was a mysterious guy, a handsome guy, charismatic, charming, smooth, ambitious, respectable, unique but above all that, Tom Marvolo Riddle was a dangerous guy.

If I told people all of my observations on the boy they would think I had some kind of attraction towards him. But that wasn't the case. I have observed almost everyone in Hogwards ever since I got here. It's my way of settleing. I observe their characters to know who I should associate myself with. I transfered from Ilvermorny in my second year since the ministry thought I would 'fit in' in one of the hogwards houses better than in Wampus. But in reality I know some rich snob payed off the school to get his rich snob kid in there and since I don't have parents and the places in Ilvermorny were all filled guess who got send away to a new school.. you guessed it.

As I walked away from the Slytherin common room at 12.37pm wearing nothing on my feet but my socks because shoes make too much noice I made my way to the library. I took my pet with me because I can't really leaver her alone because people would find her and since she isn't one of the animals we're supposed to have I would get in a hell of a lot more trouble than sneaking into the library. And plus the fact that they would find out I could speak to her.

I looked around as I took in the paterns on the walls of the dark restricted area of the library with my fingertips. I have always had nyctophilia ever since I was a baby. There was just something about the darkness that seemed so extremely relaxing to me. My fingers skimmed over the textures of all the books I'm forbidden to read. Taking out a book about dark magic that I've read 3 times already. I knew it was the right book even in the dark due to the fact that the spine felt so familiar to me. Taking out my wand and casting lumos minima revealing it was indeed the book about dark magic. I sighed and traced the cover with my thumb. I pointed my wand at the book shelf I got the book from and saw a book on ancient voodoo rituals I've never noticed before, I've in fact never seen anything on voodoo in the Hogwards library.

From what I heard my father practiced this dark art and my mother was a witch which tegnically made me a pureblood since both of my parents did magic but in all my files I am described as a half-blood because my father was born without being able to use magic, Bullshit if you ask me.

I took the book out from in between 'muggle fairytails' and 'history of the unforgivable curses' and took a look at the cover. It had a small keychain like object dangling from the top of the spine. It was a small doll made of string and hay. I looked at the two books and contemplated if I should take them or not. I had never stolen from the library before.

'Who's there?' I heard a voice demand that I could trace back to my prefect: Tom Riddle.

I quickly put the light of my wand out and in a split second made the decision to steal the books and bring them back in a few days. I ran towards the area of the library that wasn't restricted because I knew Riddle would catch me anyways if I ran from the restricted area out of the library. While hiding in between book shelves I quickly put the two books in my bag and acted like I was looking for something on the potions shelf.

I heard footsteps near me and looked in the direction of the sound after it stopped.

"What are you doing here (L/N)?' The handsome boy asked me in curiousity and a little bit of annoyance.

I shrugged.

"Just needed some help on potions, I'm failing the class." I lied.

He crossed his arms.

"At 1 in the morning?" He asked with a little bit of amusement in his tone.

I nodded.

He snorted.

He pointed at the shelf I was standing in front of. "Those are books on battle spells." He said.

I looked again and found myself actually standing in front of rows of books about jinxs' instead of potions.

"Second of all you have the second highest grade in our class for potions" he stated.

How did he know that. Maybe he's even more observant than I thought. Maybe almost as much as I am.

"So what are you doing here?"

Great, now what am I supposed to tell him? Then I heard the strings of my bag slide open. I closed my eyes. "Great, just fucking great." I mumbled under my breath. I opened my eyes to see Riddle with his eyebrows raised and a somewhat surprised expression on his face.

I felt Nagini slither past my legs towards him. She normally doesn't act like this. Nagini isn't one to approach people unless I tell her to.

Riddle shifted his gaze towards me and raised a eyebrow as if telling me to explain myself. Nagini had already made her way around Toms neck. She hissed something in his ear which made him grin. Probably because it tickled him.

I sighed. "Don't tell anyone." I said.

He smirked. "And why wouldn't I?" He asked me with a mocking tone.

I sighed in annoyance. Then I noticed something. "You like snakes don't you, Riddle?" I asked.

Riddle looked puzzled at my observation. "What?" He asked.

"You like snakes." I stated. "And you can speak to them." I added.

His mouth was slighty open as he tried to find some lie he could try to make me believe.

I laughed. "So Tommy boy is parseltongue."

He narrowed his eyes. And was about to say something.

"Don't worry, I won't tell if you won't tell." I said.

He sighed in annoyance. "Why do you have a snake anyway?" He asked. I shrugged. "When I found her she looked lost. It seemed like she didn't have a home so I 'adopted' her."

He smirked. "Well aren't you just the big animal lover." he said.

I grinned. "The more you know about me."

He reached up his hand to pet Naginis head.

"What is her name?" He asked.

"Nagini."

He raised his eyebrows. "How did you come op with that?" He asked.

"I didn't." I said. "She told me."

He looked at me a confused and a half shocked expression took over his face. "So you're als-"

"Yeah" I said before he could finish his sentence.

He smirked for a split second before it dissapeared and his soulless expression was back.

He used both hands to lift Nagini off of his shoulders. He stepped closer, reached out to me and hung her around my neck.

"Go back to your dorm" He said.

I sighed. "Fine."

I went past him and started walking towards the exit.

"Oh and by the way." He said. "Ssaah-ayaeeh-seyythaa tsseyaa ehhh-ayaeeh aayaa-seyythaa-tsseyaa-ayaeeh-tsseyaa-seethaaa-haa-tsseyaahaa-hasseey-ssse-haahaa-ehhh-haa-aayaa-seyythaa" he hissed in Parseltongue.

My face turned a little paler.

"I won't" I said and walked out of the library.

Thinking back to his words. 'Don't go into that area again.'

He knew.

I pet Nagini as I reached the comon room.

"Émeraude" I muttered the password.

I sighed as I walked into my dorm.

I put Nagini in her cage and put the cage underneath my bed. I fel back onto my bed and sighed.

It's gonna be one long year.

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