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Harry stared at the screen of his phone, he had been for the past ten minutes, the words did not change, no matter how often he refreshed the page. It stayed the same.
'TomMriddle Follows you '
Riddle was following him on Instagram. It felt wrong, like a bad joke, Riddle barely followed anyone, his follower list entailed his inner circle and that was basically it, now Harry had been added to the lot.
Why. why. why. why.
"Your uncle died last summer, right?" He asked Ron absentmindly, unable to tear his gaze away from that damned notification.
Ron made a humming sound as he pulled his shirt on, he froze mid movement, hands high in the air, parts of his shirt obscuring his view. " Why ?”
"I might just pay him a long visit" Finally looking up, Harry discarded his phone, the image was burned into his mind. 'TomMriddle Follows you '
"What?" Ron asked with a frown, finally turning to face him. Harry shook his head. "Nothing---just talking nonsense"
Tom had many pictures on his account.
Harry had studied them all, with a different account of course, he was not as suicidal to stalk Riddle with his own account. He had that much commonsense left.
Harry’s own page was laking in every way imaginable, it was a jumble of nonsensical pictures, some zoomed in way to closely, others blurred. There was nothing that could possibly interest Riddle. He still remembered the way Riddle had advanced on him in the potions lab, his gaze too curious for Harry's own good.
He was for some reason on to him. Harry was tempted to delete his Ao3 account and all of his fics but it was too late for it already. Someone would have downloaded them by now. There was no way out of this mess.
"You coming?" Ron asked, he had thrown on his jacket and lingered by the door, Harry's gaze snapped up to him. "Yeah".
If Riddle was on to him, then he needed to throw him of his scent and he had a vague idea on how he was going to achieve this.
:_: ABRAXAS
There was a moment when all the voices died down, a once in a life time occurrence where hundreds of students, pulled their phones out at once, when bags got dropped and lines forsaken to peer at the nearest laptop screen.
Abraxas was one of the first to receive a notification. His eyes widened just a tad. It had been to long.
"New chapter update" he exclaimed in delight, his head snapping to Tom, but Tom's attention lay elsewhere, he followed his gaze and landed on a group of fourth years. Tom after a long hard moment tore his gaze away, his brows furrowed.
"Show me" he croaked, as a buzz of excitement rushed through the masses. The chatter of noises rose in an instant.
"Who's missing?" Druella asked suddenly, and Abraxas rose to scan through the crowd, they had some suspects narrowed down. There was Bellatrix, leaned against the wall, head thrown back into a cackle. Not a phone or laptop in sight.
Snape was also not in sight, he usually was not during lunch time but Abraxas was unable to put his suspicions about him to rest completely, no matter what Tom had told him. Everyone and anyone could be Sowilo. Anyone not in the Cafeteria, surely Sowilo could not be suicidal enough to post it right beneath their noses.
Someone would have noticed. Should have spotted him. Right?
"Anyone seen creepy creevey?" He was not in his usual spot, near the entrance, hunched over his table, he was avoided by many but his disappearance had still been noted.
Riddle still clung to his phone, his eyes raking through the newest chapter, he skimmed through it in an alarmingly quick pace before his eyes snapped up to meet him. There was rage, so familiar Abraxas could almost imagine the way Sowilo would have set the scenery.
Eyes blazing with fire, his gaze burning, leaving nothing unseen, -----
"You made an account?" Tom asked him sharply and Abraxas cringed.
" Some of Sowilo's stories were locked--- I had to"
Besides, how else was he supposed to Bookmark, Kudos and comment on them. Not that he would ever admit that. Over his dead and rotting body.
Additionally, he would have missed out on the notifications as well. This was all in the name of research.
Tom seemed unconvinced but to his delight dropped the subject for now. Relieved Abraxas peered at the newest update.
The Author notes to the newest chapter caught his attention, momentarily.
This was his first real sign of life, his first reaction to his newfound fame.
' Riddle me this ;) '
Sowilo had the audacity, and a suicidal wish.
Abraxas quickly scanned the contents of the long awaited story update.
-
Riddle was on his knees, battered and bruised, his heart hammering against his chest as he raised his head daringly. The Alpha was a mighty sight to behold, still. Sowilo cried out to him, too far away to reach him, his restraints kept him in place. Riddle's eyes gleamed in fury.
They had his mate, his precious mate and he would burn the world and everyone in it to save him.
"He's not lost yet" a familiar voice called out, Riddle turned his burning gaze to meet Abraxas's gaze. The Beta---
Abraxas let out a sound, between a laugh and a gasp that was far beyond any Malfoy, a sound he would later on deny ever making. As he reread that sentence,
"Why am i a Beta?" he asked outraged.
"This is what you take away from this?" Riddle snapped, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Abraxas wondered for a moment what he would look like without one. He had come across some fanart here and there, they all differed in their interpretations, what many agreed on where the lizard like features Tom—no Voldemort would have.
Tom had not been amused when Abraxas informed him about the Hemipenis qualities of a snake.
"You're a mighty Alpha but oh sure I hade to be a beta "Abraxas muttered, his lips twitching into a smile at the absurdity of this situation.
It could have come worse, he decided.
"As long as you're not around Riddle's next rut---" Barty muttered as he slipped into the seat next to him. He had not dared to say it out any louder but to his misery Tom had still heard him. Tom's eyes were oddly void of any rage, he levelled Barty with a charming smile that was much more deadly and dangerous.
Oh how Abraxas pitied to be the boy right now.
:_: Harry
He made sure to walk past Riddle, the air was tense around him, the murmur that ran through the cafeteria dizzying. Their gazes met for a split second that stretched like wet gum. Riddle's lips were drawn into a thin line, his eyes would have flashed red in one of his stories about, right now. His dark and alluring magic spreading and overwhelming him but as it was nothing happened. Riddle stared at him and then he turned away.
Could Riddle hear his furiously beating heart, see his frantic thoughts threatening to escape his mind. Harry fastened his steps.
Harry returned to his seat, feeling like he had ran a mile. Overly aware of the weight of his phone in his back pocket, it had been a risky move, updating the chapter right here, but atleast he had somewhat of an Alibi right now.
Harry had been adamant about not posting another chapter but he felt cornered, Riddle was to close to him, their interactions had skyrocketed from zero to, far too often. He felt aware of Tom’s prying gaze, and he feared what it could entail.
At least this way he could divert his attention away from him, lead him down another rabbit hole, far away from him. He found Ron hunched over his phone, the familiar red and white page opened, suddenly Ron turned to him and pulled him down. A yelp escaped Harry as he was pulled into the sacred circle that had formed around the table.
Ginny, Luna, Ron, a very unenthusiastic Hermione, Lavender and Cho, sat hunched together.
" New theory--" Ron explained to him. "It's the twins"
Ginny let out a groan of frustration and even Cho shook her head.
"It's not them" Cho replied but Ron was not listening. All that was left to finalize the image of Ron theorizing, would be a tin head on his head.
"Think about it, they have pulled all possible pranks already, there is no way they could possibly up any of them not like how they used to, so they choose a new method and it's genius, a few more months and they will have graduated, Riddle will never catch them in time and by the time he does, they will be, far, far away." Ron seemed so sure of himself.
"You're giving them way too much credit Ron" Ron waved Ginny's words away. He pointed a finger at Ginny.
"Where are they now then?, i'll tell you where they are, updating the new chapter" Ron leaned back, satisfied with his explanation.
Harry sat very still.
"I'm sorry to have to burst your bubble but I’ve read some of their essays, there is no way that any of them could have written such elaborate stories" Hermione finally encountered.
"I also don't think it's them" Luna added, "Sowilo did not intent for these stories to be found by the general public"
Hermione frowned. "Why publish them and risk them getting found in the first place then, why not change the name of the people involved, Sowilo clearly changed his own name but decided to publicly mention Riddle's in every fic."
" Never said that Sowilo is the sharpest tool in the shed" Luna relied with a shrug.
Harry unfortunately had to agree with Luna.
:_: Tom
If he were Voldemort, he would kill Sowilo, slowly, drag it out, make him regret the day he was born. Perhaps he should. Once he got his hands on his 'prophesized enemy'. Tom let out a groan, he had spent too much time engulfed in Sowilo's stories, his words slowly began to stick.
No amount of damage control would be able to reign in the chaos the latest chapter had brought upon, it was about time that he reminded everyone why it was a bad idea to mess with him. Tom was not beyond playing dirty. Sowilo seemed to beg for it and who was Tom to decline.
:_: Harry
He had heard him before he had seen him. It had been a reflex, really, one moment Harry had been washing his hands in the public bathrooms and the next he slipped back inside a stall, the door locked shut, feet securely propped up on the seat, clinging onto the walls for dear life, holding his breath.
“Did they tell you?” Riddle asked, Harry could imagine him frowning, another pair of steps and then there was the familiar voice of Abraxas Malfoy, his dutiful Beta. Abraxas stepped past his stall, Harry willed his heart to stop, he wished to vanish in the drains, join Myrtle in her afterlife.
For a moment Abraxas lingered and Harry feared he would knock, he could see his shadow pause, a moment of silence passed and then Abraxas moved his voice once more rising as he filled Riddle in on the newest gossip, nothing that seemed to involve Sowilo, not yet atleast.
“Well--- Mariette heard it from Zabini, who allegedly spotted creevey lingering around the girl dormitories”
Riddle made a distasteful sound, the sound of the faucet running drowned his voice momentarily out. “Zabini is prone to over exaggeration”
“ That is true, still I’d expect anything from that guy, just imagine all the creepy pictures he must have on his hard drive, he might not be your chosen one but he sure as hell fits the description”
“What happened to your fascination with--- and don’t call him that, he is not my chosen—“ Tom sighed, “of Sowilo” he seemed fed up with the direction this conversation was taking. Harry strained his ears.
“ I would love nothing more than to dissect Sowilo’s brain, see what his brain is made up from, but of course I will leave the honors of having the kill to you m’lord” Abraxas jested. There was a moment of silence, Harry could imagine Abraxas frozen underneath Tom’s basilisk gaze, Voldemort would have him on his knees, trembling, a cruciate already at his lips, the hint of a terrible smile on his lips.
Instead of screaming, there was laughter as Abraxas amused himself, it did not last long and he reigned himself rather quickly, still, Harry could hear Tom mutter and curse.
And then his phone vibrated.
Harry’s eyes buldged, cursing inwardly, he wished nothing more than to die, right here, right now. He did not dare to move an inch, Tom had fallen silent. Harry quickly fumbled for his phone, pressing every and every button he could find in an frenzy, to silence and completely shut his phone down.
A moment passed and then another and Harry realized in dread, there was no way out.
:_:
Some stories Harry was proud of, others he had no recollection of ever writing, a drunken misfit that should have died in his cursed notes but for some reason made it to the day of light. He regretted many things in his life and this—My immortal was not one of them.
“Tom” Sovilo shouted. “ What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
Tom didn’t answer but he stopped the flying car and walked out of it, Sovilo followed him, to curious.
“What the fucking hell?” He asked furiously
“Sovilo? “ he asked
“What?” Sovilo snapped.
Tom leaned in extra close and Sovilo looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly, Sovilo didn’t feel mad anymore.
And then… suddenly just as Tom and Sovilo kissed passionately. Tom climbed on top of Sovilo and they started to make out keenly against a tree. He took Sovilo’s shirt and Sovilo took his clothes. Sovilo even took his boxershort off. Then he put his thingie into Sovilo’s you-know-what and they did it for the first time.
“Oh!Oh!Oh” Sovilo screamed. He was beginning to get an orgasm. They started to kiss everywhere and his pale body became warm. And then…
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”
It was …Dumbledore!.
:_: