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SamanthaJean · 04-09-2008, 03:05 PM

Samantha’s 100 Drabbles of Tom Riddle.

Red=Finished.
1. Herbology
2. Muggle Studies
3. Transfiguration
4. Ancient Runes
5. Astronomy
6. Divination
7. Care of Magical Creatures
8. Potions
9. Defense Against the Dark Arts
10. Arithmancy
11. History of Magic
12. Charms
13. Quidditch
14. Hogwarts, A History
15. Room
16. Dragonhide gloves
17. Cauldron
18. Whomping Willow
19. Wand
20. Hogsmeade
21. Veela
22. Kneazle
23. Telescope
24. House elf
25. Sorting Hat
26. Quill
27. Owl
28. Timeturner
29. Pensieve
30. Feast
31. Dress robes
32. Common room
33. Classroom
34. Parseltongue
35. Pureblood
36. Muggle
37. Animagus
38. Patronus
39. Duel
40. Spell
41. Thestrals
42. Portraits
43. Headmaster
44. Ford Anglia
45. torch
46. Dungeon
47. Portkey
48. Leprechaun
49. Yule Ball
50. Boggart
51. act
52. bore
53. Chase
54. Dare
55. Egg on
56. Fight
57. Gape
58. Hoot
59. Ignore
60. Joke
61. Kiss
62. Lope
63. Mooch
64. Nap
65. Ooze
66. Pace
67. Quell
68. Roar
69. Slap
70. teem
71. Untie
72. Vex
73. Warn
74. x-tinguish
75. Yodel
76. Zap
77. Cheerful
78. author's choice
79. author's choice
80. author's choice
81. Depression
82. Careful
83. Fearful
84. Angry
85. Snappish
86. Daring
87. Plaid
88. sweet tooth
89. Past
90. Present
91. Future
92. Chocolate
93. Chicken
94. Allergic
95. Snowball
96. Socks
97. Dictionary
98. Pajamas
99. Newspaper
100. Homework

SamanthaJean · 04-14-2008, 03:44 AM

43: Headmaster.

His name told tales of many years of spell casting, just the thought made Tom think deeply, imagine if he was headmaster of the school.
The powers he could possess and every one of the students would have to follow his command.

The eleven year old boy let out an involuntary chuckle much to the dismay of his fellow Slytherin’s, He shot each of the scowling children a nasty look and turned his attention back to the man up front.

He tuned out most of the speech and instead focused on his pumpkin juice, oh how exciting it would be.

SamanthaJean · 04-14-2008, 03:45 AM

8: Potions.
Potions was one of Tom Riddle’s favorite subjects, though it would never beat Defense Against the Dark arts.
Slughorn was busy instructing the students on some sort of love potion, Tom simply loathed love, It was useless and nonexistent.
He would never be in love, and that was a promise.

He dropped a pink substance in the cauldron and sniffed it as Slughorn had instructed, the room vanished except for those very smells; Vanilla, the dust from old books and rain.
He shook off the emotion quickly, those smells meant nothing to him, nothing whatsoever at all, tiredly he yawned.

SamanthaJean · 04-14-2008, 03:46 AM

31: Dress robes.

Tom Riddle was not used to being able to have things, everything he had wasn’t his.
The Yule Ball was arriving soon and he needed something to wear, the charms professor gladly offered him one.

So here he was standing in front of the mirror in the dorm dusting off the black dress robe, the velvet and silk made it something to be cared for, not tossed around like the other students would.

Tom knew what value was and how to preserve it, he was far from messy and he took care of his things, he made sure of it.

SamanthaJean · 04-14-2008, 03:51 AM

89: Past.

There was a slight change in the room, The very same room he had lived in since he was an infant, the creaky bed was in the far corner of the room.
The wall was cracked with a dull shade of paint and the floor was dirty tile that was kicked up from years of abuse.

Tom sat on the bed and leaned back, usually he didn’t want to be reminded of his past, but now it was a quirked amusement.
How low he was when he arrived and now to his fellow classmates he was their king, an idol.

SamanthaJean · 04-14-2008, 03:56 AM

35: Pureblood.

There was a point in Tom’s life that he considered himself nothing, that was until he got his invitation to Hogwarts, then he was a wizard.
The humans were now lesser than him, simply because he was a wizard and therefore better than each and everyone of the magic less people.

He grinned wickedly when he saw a small blonde hair girl on the train with him,
Her delicate blue eyes and light hair made her look like an angel,
“I’m a pureblood and a descendant of Ravenclaw herself.” Her sweet and pure voice said to a much older boy.

SamanthaJean · 04-14-2008, 03:57 AM

21: Veela.

Ever since the Beauxbatons students were bunking with Slythern house Tom had felt a bit annoyed.
First off, there was a raven haired girl named Veronica who claimed she was part veela, he snickered at that lame lie.
If she was a veela why wasn’t any of the boys after her affection?

The answer was obvious, she was a fraud and he planned to torment her for it, liars were pathetic and deserved to be executed.
He leaned back into the leather couch and returned to his book on forbidden curses, perhaps he would draw inspiration from the restricted book.

SamanthaJean · 04-14-2008, 03:57 AM

13: Quidditch.

Tom was in the Slytherin stands with his fellow classmates, the game today would be for the quidditch cup and the match was between Ravenclaw and Slytherin.
“Malfoy has spotted the snitch folks, the match may be over!” The speaker cheered, “But here comes Adams in the rear, she’s almost there..”
There was a dramatic pause,
“Ravenclaw has won the Quidditch cup!”
The blonde haired innocent girl got off her broom, snitch in hand, cocky grin on her face.
“Penelope Adams has won it for her team.”
Tom just watched her, this girl was far different from the other girls.

SamanthaJean · 04-14-2008, 03:59 AM

80: Author’s Choice – Shyness.

Tom sat in the dusty library reading away in one of his favorite books, he was enjoying the peace when someone disturbed it.
“Hi.”
The girl looked at him, Her light blue eyes were soft like a blanket, it pained Tom to see them.
He ignored her.
“I saw that you were good at defense against the dark arts and I was wondering if you would possibly..”
Her words trailed off and he grew frustrated,
“Spit it out.”
Penelope looked up at him and smiled,
“Can you tutor me in it?”
Her face red and embarrassed.
“Maybe.”
Then he left.

SamanthaJean · 04-14-2008, 04:00 AM

25: Sorting Hat.

Tom’s eyes scanned the room nervously as a teacher brought him into the Great Hall with many other small children, One by one they sat them down in a chair and placed an old hat on their heads.
“Riddle, Tom.”
An elderly male spoke holding a hat out, Tom stepped forward and sat on the chair, It took a quick second for the hat to roar,
“Slytherin!”
It had barely touched him and it made it’s decision.
He left the stage and walked over to his new table of cheering classmates.
“This is only the beginning Tom.” Said a student.

SamanthaJean · 04-14-2008, 04:18 AM

64: Nap.

It was a hard feat to get sleep in this school, Tom sat on his bed which at the time was covered in books from his many classes.
With a heavy sigh he closed his eyes, a well needed nap would help him make it through the day.
He glanced at the clock on the wall, thirty minutes until Charms class.
That would give him exactly fifteen minutes to nap and fifteen to run to class.
He could do it.
It didn’t take long for him to doze off, in fact a good hour had passed before he woke up.

SamanthaJean · 04-14-2008, 04:27 PM

99: Newspaper.

Tom Riddle was sitting in his small filthy apartment above Borgin and Burkes, a cockroach crawled across the wooden floor and he squashed it with his foot.
He was at the ripe age of twenty with a promising future ahead of him, of how right the teachers were.

He stood and walked over to the broken mirror, looking at the pair of lifeless eyes staring back.
He would prove everyone wrong, kill everyone who mocked him.
He flipped open the newspaper and smirked when he saw another failed raid.
Aurors, they’d never get it right.
Especially when he would rule.

SamanthaJean · 04-14-2008, 05:29 PM

19: Wand.

A small boy around ten walked into Ollivanders with Professor Dumbledore.
“Tom, we are here to pick out your wand.”
He said leading the boy up to the desk,
The man smiled and showed many various wands for the boy to try.
“The wand chooses the wizard young man, I wonder which will choose you.”
Tom grabbed an oak wand and flicked, nothing happened.
He became discouraged when suddenly he found a yew wand.
He waved and a plant levitated.
“Very good choice, yew with one single phoenix feather.”
Tom stared at the wand, amazed at power he know had.

SamanthaJean · 04-14-2008, 05:36 PM

88. Sweet tooth.

The Slytherin students were all gathered at the House table when Tom sat down for dinner, the chatter was infuriating him due to the migraine he was suffering from.
He noticed a tasty snack dessert in front of him, up until Hogwarts he only had the few grains of rice for dinner at the orphanage.
He reached for it and the sugary substance stuck to his fingers.
He raised it and placed it in his mouth, the taste was amazing.
He grabbed another one and began to eat it.
“Wow Tom, I never knew you had such a sweet tooth.”

SamanthaJean · 04-14-2008, 06:20 PM

2. Muggle Studies.

This class was boring.
Today’s discussion was on driving licenses and why it would be a good thing for you to have one.
Tom was making it appear that he was paying attention when all he really was doing was just sitting and thinking, not about class though.
In the past few weeks he had became close with a Ravenclaw and he feared that he may have been falling for her.
That couldn’t be.
“Can you please tell me Tom what is the difference between a permit and a license?”
With a quick snap Tom leaned forward now paying attention.

SamanthaJean · 04-14-2008, 06:43 PM

34: Parseltongue.

Tom was walking along the narrow pathway of the lake when he saw something slither by his feet.
Curiosity got the best of him as he knelt down and picked up the emerald serpent.
It hissed in his arms and went to bite him,
“Don’t bite me.”
It took a minute for Tom to register it but the snake stopped its attack and curled up snug in his arms.
It understood him.
“Stand up.”
And just like that the snake moved its body so it was now straight up.
He could talk to snakes, this magic thing sure was strange.

SamanthaJean · 04-14-2008, 07:17 PM

96: Socks.

Christmas was a hard time for Tom, while other children at Hogwarts got to go home with loved ones, he sat alone with only his books to comfort him.
It wasn’t like he needed to have family, or presents.
He wasn’t selfish.

But this Christmas was different, he had seven presents sitting at his bed, carefully wrapped with a bow on each one.
He opened the first one and to his surprise he found a pair of polka dotted socks,
It was an inside joke from his friends, because he never had any socks ever.
You have to love friends.

SamanthaJean · 04-15-2008, 01:39 AM

56: Fight.

Tom sitting outside on the crisp grass when suddenly he heard shouting, he turned his eyes over to that direction, not really even caring.
A measly Hufflepuff was attempting to attack a seventh year Slytherin, he yawned in boredom.
Wands were drawn and within seconds the young girl was on the ground twitching in pain, the Slytherin girl smiled with an evil intent behind her eyes.
She was controlling the pain.
This was getting interesting.
The Slytherin turned to him and smirked,
“Want to give it a try Tom?”
With a quick shook of the head he declined and left.

SamanthaJean · 04-15-2008, 01:46 AM

49: Yule Ball.

Tom was leading Penelope out to the floor in the middle of the dance floor, His hands on her waist and hers on the edge of his shoulders.
The Yule Ball was underway and the room was decorated in festive cheer.
Tom smiled as his hands slid lower, much to Penelope’s disapproval as she moved his hands back to her waist.
She smiled politely and leaned forward, Tom didn’t know what to do.
Penelope pulled him closer and brushed her lips against his for a soft warm kiss,
It was his first.
She blushed and then she hugged him tightly.

SamanthaJean · 04-15-2008, 02:03 AM

61: Kiss.

“Where are you taking me Tom?”
He smirked as he took the Ravenclaw out into the forbidden woods, He stopped at a covered tree.
“Here.”
He kissed her hard.
She leaned up against his tall frame and kissed him back,
She paused in between kisses to whisper something to him,
“I love you.”
She said shaking, she was sure of it.
Tom couldn’t say anything, he frowned.
He didn’t want her to love him.
“I don’t.”
Tears welled up in her eyes,
“What?”
He looked down,
“I can never love you, you disgust me.”
She ran away from him crying.

SamanthaJean · 04-15-2008, 04:34 AM

79: Authors Choice – Death.

Tom walked up to the metal casket, covered with blue roses.
They were her favorite.
Blue petals covered her pale body, Mourners from all over came to say their final goodbyes.
Her long blonde hair was spread out over her shoulders, Cascading over her silk blue dress, the same one she wore to the Yule Ball three years prior.
It was Tom’s turn to walk up to the casket, his fingers running over the soft sides.
He touched her lips and kissed them delicately,
“I’m sorry.”
He would never see her ever again.
No more life,
No more emotions,
Ever.

SamanthaJean · 04-15-2008, 04:25 PM

53: Chase.

Tom was five years old, he liked to watch the people walk by, to see their everyday faces.
He liked to torture people, to make the children at the orphanage cry.
More importantly, He liked to play games with the crybabies.
He was outside on the antagonizing patrol when he saw a little red headed girl play with her torn doll.
With

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