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deux. — visions i vandalise!

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Tom Riddle. Professor Riddle, that was the name of her killer. Mina watched him in class and in return he watched her. For the first time in her life she doubted her visions, always having been so assured in them and the meanings behind them. But staring at his face in DADA she wondered how someone so perfect looking could be capable of such monstrous things. His cheekbones were sharp, and his lips were full — a tussle of dark curls falling charmingly over his forehead but not obscuring his eyes.

His eyes, they were so strange. The blue of an ocean during a storm, bright and wild, except there was a ring of red that wrapped around his pupil that pulsed and seemingly threatened to consume the beautiful sea of blue that surrounded it.

Boys and girls alike listened attentively in his class she found, most sitting on the edge of their seats as they watched him with wide and dazzled eyes. Though Mina could not judge, his voice was intoxicating like the sweetest honey, he was charming and charismatic — his knowledge on the subject he was teaching clearly extensive.

It also helped for the few female students that he was attractive and young. The rest of the faculty gave them no material to dream of. But each girl, even the smartest girls who could smell the warning signs on him from a mile off couldn't help but be intoxicated by his presence.

( HE WAS ENIGMATIC. )

Mina bit her lip harshly as she watched him roll his sleeve up his arm, pale flesh exposed to the light — the muscles and veins in his arm flexing for a moment as he fixed his collar, for a moment he caught her eyes and she swore she could see a hint of mischief dancing in those eyes. But when she blinked it and he was gone.

The classroom was gone

She was running through the halls of Hogwarts, it was nighttime and she was panting ever so slightly, her bare feet slapping against the stone floor quietly — the long men's shirt she had to practically swallowing her frame. It was freezing, but the cold did not actively bother her — her one goal being to run at that moment, no time for complaints.

Her heart pounded relentlessly in her chest as she ran faster, feeling a looming presence behind her. Turing her head she met the dark, hungry eyes of Tom Riddle... and giggled. Her laughter filled the air as he lifted her into his arms, shushing her with a laugh of his own.

It was a beautiful, foreign sound. Her tormentor, her murderer had never laughed before. Mina found that she liked that sound and wanted to hear it more as the scent of cigars and apples invaded her senses. His plump and soft lips nibbled at her neck harshly as she groaned—

"—Miss Black?" That smooth voice coaxed her out of her vision addled state, and when she blinked again she found that the classroom was empty. Professor Riddle towering over her desk curiously, "Are you quite well?"

"Yes! I apologise I must have gotten lost in my thoughts," he stared deeply into her eyes, Mina feeling completely exposed all of a sudden as though he could see through every surface of her being, "it won't happen again, Sir."

"Somehow I think it will," he mused, eyes suddenly more alight that before the red ring in them practically glowing as her pulse sped up, "you best hurry along now, Dumbledore does not tolerate tardiness."

Scrambling to pack her satchel she raced from the room. Running a hand through her untameable curls she briefly wondered what was wrong for her, how long had it taken for her fear to turn to attraction? How long for the usually gruesome visions of death to turn to lust? It was true her visions were not set it stone they changed in the blink of an eye as people constantly changed their minds and took a different path.

But her visions of him had always been concrete. He was death.

( DEATH HAD NEVER BEEN SO TEMPTING. )

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Tom Riddle was but a man of twenty; a bright burning star with an abundance of knowledge and charm, and everyone thought he was wasting his talents on teaching. But Tom was prepared to play the long game.

After all he had eternity.

Teaching dull eyed children who would much rather be trying to light their own bodily gasses alight than learning Tom actually anticipated his Newt level students, they had chosen to be in his class and he only allowed the best into it. The classroom was a ideal place to scout for more followers, his currents Knights were stretched thin. Malfoy and a couple of others having gotten jobs had infiltrated the Ministry. Rosier working his way up in the Daily Prophet while he had that fool Lestrange searching the forests of Albania for him — a fool's errand really — the boy was a proud pureblood but didn't have much going on inside his head.

So he much like Professor Slughorn collected students only for much darker purposes. Swayed them to his cause with promises of power and pureblood supremacy — it had not been hard especially when they had already feared him as head boy only two years prior. It was almost too easy.

And then another Pureblood joined his class. A girl at that. It was not that girls were less smart than boys, quite the contrary but they were usually pulled out for betrothals before their newt years. Only a few usually remaining for their sixth and seventh years. Tom thought it to be a waste, yes they needed woman to breed the next generation of pureblood's, but they also needed educated woman for this — ready to teach their heirs the ways of his world.

Wilhelmina Black looked from the outside like one of the many girls that were pulled out before their sixth years began. Her face was small and delicate, odddly reminding Tom of a China doll, her pert face surrounded by curls upon curls, the mass even adding to her small stature.

Yet she seemed determined and eager to learn. Watching her during his lesson he wondered how true the rumours were. Could she truly be a seer? A prophet?  Most did not believe it, believing those sorts of visions were only bestowed upon men. Though as he was teaching he noted that her eyes involuntarily glazed over and she seemed to completely leave her body behind.

And when he had gazed into those grey eyes — so much rounder and warmer than her sisters — he had seen chaotic, violent, and lustful visions that played out in her mind. Too real, too vivid to simply be a young girls overactive imagination.

Lighting a cigar he breathed in the deathly smoke, knowing it could not hurt him, nothing could hurt him he was immortal after all. But how useful would it be to have the foreknowledge of any oncoming attack or schemes? To not only be two steps ahead of his enemies, but decades ahead.

His thoughts drifted to her pale throat, the way she struggled to inhale breaths simply entranced by a single glance from him and how easy it would be to wrap his hand around it and squeeze. But no— no Wilhelmina Black would be useful.

( LIFE HAD NEVER BEEN SO TEMPTING. )

AUTHORS NOTE!
mina is in for a wild ride dammit tom.

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unedited
-summer