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heir2slytherinTitle / Prompt: March 07 - Rock/Picture Prompt (Stone corridor)
Character: Tom Riddle, the boy who becomes Voldemort
Warnings: none
Pairings: none this time
Your character's fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 538 per MS Word
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Riddle -- if I did, he'd have decent motivations.
Crossposted tolicenseartistic
He spent the first four years of his schooling at Hogwarts trying to learn all he could about his heritage. When he found out that he was Salazar Slytherin's heir, he dug into everything he could find out about his ancestor. That was how he learned about the Chamber of Secrets, and that gave him a new quest. He had to find the Chamber, and all the secrets that were hidden within.
He played the perfect student, earning the role of Prefect and with it the ability to wander the hallways much later than his fellow students. He searched the secret corridors, meticulously mapping every one that he found and even developing a timetable of where the shifting corridors went on which days. He finally managed to narrow down the places the entrance to the Chamber could be during his fifth year, through painstaking research about the width of corridors, rooms, and walls, and discovering that there was an area below one of the girls' bathrooms that was bigger than it should be.
One evening, he crept up the stairs and down the corridors to the bathroom, relieved to find it empty. He walked around and around, studying the walls, the stalls, the fixtures -- and finally spotted a small carving of a snake on one of the taps. Fingers trembling with eagerness, he stroked over it, then hissed a command in Parseltongue. Obediently, the sink slid back and away to open up a wide pipe. He could feel cool air blowing out of the pipe, and shivered in anticipation. The serpent on the tap, the Parseltongue command -- this had to be it!
He steeled himself and leapt lightly down into the pipe. Somehow, he managed not to shriek as he slid down the dark, slimy passageway with alarming speed. He reached the bottom very suddenly, landing foot-first with a crunch among piles of small animal skeletons. He drew his wand and cast a Lumos then looked around the stone tunnel, awed by its sheer size. It was roughly hewn from the rock itself, and stretched away in the distance, the slow drip of water echoing in the darkness beyond the reach of his spell.
He walked down the tunnel in the direction of the dripping water, and came to a huge doorway crafted of metal in the shape of intertwined serpents. It towered over his head, each serpent thicker around than his arm, and he could tell just from looking at it that it had to weigh hundreds of pounds. He couldn't see a handle or a lock, and realized the serpents themselves had to be part of the locking mechanism. After studying it for a long moment, he smiled -- if it worked for the initial entrance, maybe it would work for the doorway, too. He hissed a command in Parseltongue, and the serpent that ringed the door began to move, slithering around the circumference of the door. As its nose reached each of the other serpents they drew back onto the surface of the door until the last one pulled back and the huge door swung slowly open.
Anticipation shivered down his spine and he stepped through the doorway into the Chamber of Secrets...
Character: Tom Riddle, the boy who becomes Voldemort
Warnings: none
Pairings: none this time
Your character's fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 538 per MS Word
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Riddle -- if I did, he'd have decent motivations.
Crossposted to
licenseartisticHe spent the first four years of his schooling at Hogwarts trying to learn all he could about his heritage. When he found out that he was Salazar Slytherin's heir, he dug into everything he could find out about his ancestor. That was how he learned about the Chamber of Secrets, and that gave him a new quest. He had to find the Chamber, and all the secrets that were hidden within.
He played the perfect student, earning the role of Prefect and with it the ability to wander the hallways much later than his fellow students. He searched the secret corridors, meticulously mapping every one that he found and even developing a timetable of where the shifting corridors went on which days. He finally managed to narrow down the places the entrance to the Chamber could be during his fifth year, through painstaking research about the width of corridors, rooms, and walls, and discovering that there was an area below one of the girls' bathrooms that was bigger than it should be.
One evening, he crept up the stairs and down the corridors to the bathroom, relieved to find it empty. He walked around and around, studying the walls, the stalls, the fixtures -- and finally spotted a small carving of a snake on one of the taps. Fingers trembling with eagerness, he stroked over it, then hissed a command in Parseltongue. Obediently, the sink slid back and away to open up a wide pipe. He could feel cool air blowing out of the pipe, and shivered in anticipation. The serpent on the tap, the Parseltongue command -- this had to be it!
He steeled himself and leapt lightly down into the pipe. Somehow, he managed not to shriek as he slid down the dark, slimy passageway with alarming speed. He reached the bottom very suddenly, landing foot-first with a crunch among piles of small animal skeletons. He drew his wand and cast a Lumos then looked around the stone tunnel, awed by its sheer size. It was roughly hewn from the rock itself, and stretched away in the distance, the slow drip of water echoing in the darkness beyond the reach of his spell.
He walked down the tunnel in the direction of the dripping water, and came to a huge doorway crafted of metal in the shape of intertwined serpents. It towered over his head, each serpent thicker around than his arm, and he could tell just from looking at it that it had to weigh hundreds of pounds. He couldn't see a handle or a lock, and realized the serpents themselves had to be part of the locking mechanism. After studying it for a long moment, he smiled -- if it worked for the initial entrance, maybe it would work for the doorway, too. He hissed a command in Parseltongue, and the serpent that ringed the door began to move, slithering around the circumference of the door. As its nose reached each of the other serpents they drew back onto the surface of the door until the last one pulled back and the huge door swung slowly open.
Anticipation shivered down his spine and he stepped through the doorway into the Chamber of Secrets...
