- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- The Dark Arts
- Characters:
- Albus Dumbledore Tom Riddle
- Genres:
- Character Sketch Angst
- Era:
- Tom Riddle at Hogwarts
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix Half-Blood Prince J.K. Rowling Interviews or Website
- Stats:
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Published: 10/23/2007Updated: 10/23/2007Words: 1,426Chapters: 1Hits: 410
Forbidden
ForeverSirius77
- Story Summary:
- "Forbidden fruit is sweetest." The temptation is always strong when one discovers knowledge that they should not see. And not everyone denies the sweetest of all fruits ... Some embrace it hungrily.
Chapter 01
- Posted:
- 10/23/2007
- Hits:
- 410
Author's Note: This short one-shot is a
combination of two drabbles that were previously written for two different
things on MNFF. The first was written for an assignment in the "Mythology O.W.L
class," while the third part was written for a weekly drabble, of which the
topic was "Diligence." (The second bit is a piece that helps to join the two
together.) Now, I present for your enjoyment, Forbidden.
~**~
Forbidden
~**~
"Forbidden fruit is sweetest."
~**~
He was walking through the long aisles of books that littered the Hogwarts
library, not looking for anything in particular, when suddenly,
a single book caught his eye. It was thick and bound in dark red leather, but
there was no title on the book. But the young, thirteen-year-old student didn't
need a title to tell him what the book was. He knew of this book - the only
untitled piece in the library - and he knew that it belonged in the Restricted
Section.
The Restricted Section, he thought. For the past two years, he'd wanted
to be free to explore the knowledge held within that part of the library, but
the old librarian would never let anyone into the section. Madam Scroll haunted
that part of the room like an evil spectre, and the only way for a student to
get anything from it was for her herself to remove it.
But this book hasn't been put back, the boy thought, and he was overcome
with the intense urge to read it. The knowledge it contained was of the utmost
forbidden kind - at least, that was what the rumours said about it. No one had
ever actually read the untitled book, as far as he knew. Taking a quick glance
around to be sure that there weren't any teachers present, he grabbed the book
and stuffed it into his bag, leaving the library as he did so.
Not wanting to go back to his dormitory, however, he reached the nearest empty
classroom and entered inside, shutting the door behind him. He walked to a far
corner of the room and removed the book, opening to the first page. The
contents of the first page alone were some of the darkest forms of magic ever
known, and as the boy continued flipping through the pages, the magic just
became darker and darker and, in some cases, the magic was down as just pure
theory - things never before attempted even at a testing sort of stage.
The boy was so immersed in the book that he didn't hear the classroom's door
open, and he didn't notice that another person had entered until a tall figure
stood above him, covering the boy in his shadow. Looking up, the boy met the
gaze of Albus Dumbledore.
"Yes, sir?" the boy asked.
"What are you doing alone in this classroom, Tom?"
"Reading."
"What are you reading?"
At that, the boy knew it would be pointless to lie, to try and hide the book,
but he didn't give it over to Dumbledore, either. "I found it on a table in the
library, sir," he said, and Dumbledore reached down to take the book. After
Dumbledore looked at the book, he turned his gaze back to Tom.
"This book is meant for the Restricted Section, Tom," he said. "You should not
have taken it."
"I'm sorry, sir," the boy answered, though Dumbledore saw the truth behind the
boy's words. Yet, the boy was young, and no harm had come from him reading this
book . . .
----
Tom Riddle left the classroom shortly after Dumbledore, and he followed the
teacher, though careful to stay out of sight of the older man. He managed to
catch up with him just in time to see Dumbledore set fire to the untitled book.
But the knowledge it contained had already been released.
~**~
Time passed from that day. Days turned into weeks, which stretched into months
that it turn became years. Seasons altered from the warm weather of summer to
the cool breezes of autumn; the coldness of winters drifted away into the
brightness of springs.
The young boy grew during that time, and he was heralded as brilliant by his
teachers and classmates. "That boy will be famous," they would utter in the
halls. "He will go on and do great things," he would hear people say. "Everyone
will know his name in only a few years' time, you mark my words."
Greatness, it seemed, was in the boy's destiny ... and it was not something that
he questioned. He knew it was the truth, and he knew he would prove their
uttered words correct.
He understood the advanced magic placed upon him in his classes, he excelled in
his academics. The boy went on to prove to his teachers that he was
responsible, and gained awards and privileges for it.
No one thought to watch him.
No one thought he would show his greatness in a way that they had never
expected. No one believed he would become the person that he did.
But the knowledge would never leave him, he knew. He had opened the book, had
perused those old pages of magic both ancient, Dark, and unstudied. Years had
passed since that day, but it didn't matter.
He had tasted of the forbidden fruit, and he only wanted more of its sweet
flavour.
~**~
The candle's flame flickered as the night wore on, a nearly-full moon shining
down on Hogwarts's grounds. All throughout the
castle, wizards and witches were slumbering peacefully in their beds. Well,
almost everyone was asleep. One tall, black haired young man remained in the
library, books piled in front of him next to the flickering and slowly dying
candle.
He had been searching for weeks at every moment he could, and still, he had not
found anything about them, save one obscure reference that was not any help at
all. Of course, he knew that the information in Hogwarts would be limited, but
he had still hoped, perhaps fruitlessly, that he would at least have found something.
As he slammed the book shut in anger, a tiny voice uttered in his mind.
Perhaps the fact that you can't find it means you shouldn't do it. Perhaps
it's for the best that the information is not known.
But, like always, the young man pushed the voice from his mind. It was a doubt
he had had in the very beginning, but he refused to experience it now. Weeks of
effort had been put into this, and the rewards would be far greater when he
finally found the information he sought. There was nothing, nothing at all, that would make him give up now.
Then where is the information going to come from? the
voice questioned.
Tom Marvolo Riddle smirked as he thought up his
answer. "Professor Slughorn," he muttered under his
breath. And with that, he blew out the candle, plunging the library into
complete darkness. He had an answer; his weeks of effort and searching would
not go to waste, and he knew, without a doubt, that he would succeed in this -
his greatest ambition . . . He would cheat death, with only a bit of work, a
small amount of diligence.
~**~
Author's Note: Well, that's all of it. I hope you enjoyed
reading this. This is also my first time writing a young Tom Riddle - I've only
ever written adult Voldemort before - so let me know
what you think of it. Thanks for reading!
~Megan