𝓓𝓲𝓾𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓶𝓮

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗

TW : GORE, VIOLENCE

Third-person pov

"Miss O'Lone! You are not paying any attention today!"

It is 10 o'clock and the kids are in the defence against the dark arts classroom. Freyja's mind wondering. Nothing specific. Just random thoughts.

"I'm sorry professor. It won't happen again "

The professor looked at her and then continued the lesson

"Hey "Tom whispered to Freyja. "What?"

"What's wrong with you today? "

"Nothing. I'm just thinking. "

"Care to tell me what?"

"No"

"why? "

"I don't like you"

"okay"

The mind of the young girl continued to wonder. And it was a good chance for Tom to look into her mind.

If I could kill someone in this room, without going in Azkaban, who would it be??

Her eyes started to wander around the classroom. Myrtle! The girl annoys every single nerve of me. She always cries. .. Who else...

She turned her head and her eyes fell on Tom.

Oh, I would definitely murder him right now. Stop smirking at me. Oh god, if you don't stop looking at me, I'll slap my book across your face...

"You know... "Tom whispered " I would kill Myrtle too, if I had the chance. "

"What? "

"I'm just saying"

"You were reading my mind!"

"I did "

"Why? "

"You let your walls open, I was bored, It was a little easy. I wanted a small challenge, to be honest"

" I wanna hex you"

"I know. "

"can I? "

"No"

"C'mon! Please! "

"Im not going to let you hex me"

"Why?"

"Are you seriously asking me why I don't want you to kill me? "

Something about her seemed different. Not a good kind of difference. He needed to get her out of the way. If she really killed someone for getting in the way for whatever reason, we're gonna have a problem. He needed to know how far she can go. But to learn that, he had to wear a mask first.

"Want to duel? "

"Huh?? "

"You said you wanted to kill me, I'm giving you the chance. "

"I dont want to duel. "

"Why? "

"Because I don't want to "

"You know I'm better than you"

"No, you are not."

"Yes ,I am. "

"I am better! "

"Prove it. Meet me at the room of requirements, tonight, at midnight"

"I have nothing to prove. Especially to you."

"You are just afraid that I will beat you."

"Last time someone said that to me, it didn't end well"

"Come on! Admit it. You don't want to fight against me because you know you are weak ." Tom said with the same emotionless look he always has.

At the hearing of this word, she clenched her jaw and tightened her fists.

She hated being called that. She hated that word. She heated the meaning of it. She was annoyed by that word because deep down, she was afraid of weakness. Someone like them was terrified of failure or weakness. But it wasn't only that she hated the word, but her ego was hurt for being called weak.

A cold, but angry look customized her eyes "Room of Requirements, you said? "

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Freyja is walking towards the room of requirements. She read about it in a book. She was wearing her school uniform without the vest or the robe.

Turned left and she stood in front of a wall, waiting for the door to appear. After a couple of seconds, the door came to light.

She opened the big door and she stepped into the large, dark, room. Suddenly, a candle, lit and a tall silhouette stood a few inches next to it.

"Hello Freyja"

"Hello Tom. We are in a first name base, I see"

"Don't get used to it. It is only for the night"

All of a sudden, the candle went out and the big lights illuminated the room. The room of requirements was massive. Bigger than it seemed when Freyja first stepped in. "ladies first. "Tom motion her to step further into the room.

They stood six feet apart, in fight position. Left foot in front, right hand in the wand. Freyja hugged her wand with her finger tightly.

She had to admit. She was scared of the wizard in front of her. Who wasn't? But she didn't let it show. Fear is an emotion. And emotions make you weak. And if you are weak, or show that you are weak, you are screwed. That's what made her stronger. She knew that he was powerful. That he can easily beat her. But she also knew that whatever he can do, she can do it better. You can call it physical talent, practice, study. She called it an advantage. That he wasn't aware of.

"Ready Freyja?" He made the start breaking the silence.

"Ready Tom"

"No unforgivable curses"

"Are you sure? "

"Completely"

"Alright then! "

The moment they started, she felt unstoppable. She loved to battle but she was so competitive. She could do anything to win. Her ego took over She felt that feeling. The feeling she felt that one night. That night she murdered her own blood. Nothing could stop her. Her fear was eliminated. She was feeling powerful.

He was feeling like he was at the top of the world but he wasn't expecting what would happen in the end...

" Confrigo !" Freyja made the start, lit a chair of fire. " Wingardium Leviosa !" She picked the chair with her wand and threw it at him. It didn't hit him though.

"Stupefy" Tom yelled, but she quickly protected herself with a simple "protego "spell.

The duel got a bad turn. Soon enough, the two teens were throwing spells of dark magic at each other.

Freyja picked up her wand from the floor. Sweat ruining from her forehead. She lifted her head and looked at Tom. Her already black eyes became even darker.

She created a small smirk, that later became a big smile. Not a happy smile. Not the smile you have when you get a really good grade or the smile you make when a person you like asks you out. An evil one.

She was pissed. She couldn't think clearly. She couldn't restrain herself. Her cruel, evil side took over. The familiar feeling filled her again. Her mind was vague. She had flames in her eyes. She felt powerful.

Tom felt for the first and last time in his life scared, terrified. Her dark eyes met his blue one. Tom, the smartest wizard Hogwarts has ever met. The one that wanted to become the most powerful wizard, froze in sight of a woman he met a month ago.

He didn't move an inch. He didn't know what was about to happen. Freyja wasn't the type that would do something terrible, was she?

Freyja embraced her black, long wand and lifted it. Without thinking, she whispered the word and pointed her wand towards Tom.

" Crucio "

The word left her mouth and light left her wand.

He started screaming in pain. No one could hear them. Her smile grew bigger as she watched his tears run down his cheeks. She did it. She broke the unbreakable.

For the first and last time in his life, Tom Marvolo Riddle was weak. He couldn't even imagine what the woman that made him suffer, was capable of. Who could? What everyone saw, was a face she created to protect herself. No one really knew her.

Tom. felt nothing more than anger, along with pain. He wanted to beg her to stop. But he could never do that. Begging wasn't part of his character. He hated that someone else was stronger than him.

He was ready to pass out when she stopped. She lifted him from the floor and pinned him against the wall. She placed her wand under his chin and whispered in his ear.

"don't you ever NEVER call me weak again. And don't let the thought that you are stronger than me even cross your mind. don't play games with me. don't ever, ever think you are capable of that "

And with that, she left...

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