Title: The Dark, Beckoning
Characters/Parings: Salazar, Godric, Albus/Gellert, Riddle, Abraxas, Antonin/Bellatrix, Lucius, Draco, Scorpius/Lysander, Narcissa (cameo), OC
Summary: The dark lures, entices, and some people’s lives are inevitably tied to it or its agents in all sorts of significant and insignificant ways.
Notes: This is a cycle. That is, these are ficlets/drabbles that are unrelated to each other aside from having a common theme, in this case, dark objects (although one is a liquid and another an outright potion). Five of the parts were written as entries for darkarts_ldws with two written afterwards to have the cycle neatly cover all the main timeframes of fandom (Thanks, Kat, for the promps!). This is a cumulative header, each part will be posted with it’s own title, word count, rating and warnings.
Title: In Secret, In Trust
Word Count: 450
“Tom, what are we doing? We’re not supposed to be here.”
“Are you suddenly a champion of morality, Abraxas?”
“Hardly. I just don’t…care to end up in detention with some mudblood professor…Why must we be in the dark? Lumos.”
Riddle smirked, turning to the young Malfoy walking behind him. “Because we don’t want to get caught. We’re here, though.”
Abraxas looked around the underground tunnel with some uncertainty. They were somewhere deep under the Hogwarts grounds, but the exact location was unclear. “And here is…where, exactly?”
“It’s a secret passage with some secret chambers. I suppose the headmaster knows of it, perhaps the caretaker, but anyone else - unlikely.” Riddle began muttering some incantation.
Abraxas lifted his wand, the light of his lumos bathing the passageway in a ghostly blue. Water dripped from the ceiling and mold grew in corners and cracks between stones. “It’s disgusting.”
Tom shrugged. “I haven’t noticed.”
Abraxas sniffed, watching as a section of the stone wall slid back, allowing them entrance into a small chamber. Riddle ushered him in, and Abraxas followed, putting out his wand and casting a lighting spell on the candles around the chamber. The space wasn’t large but not too cramped. There was a table, a caldron, a set of potions instruments and a cabinet stacked with vials. Riddle instantly began to look for something. He came back with a flask of clear fluid and held it up to the light. “This is what we need to solve our little mudblood problem at the wizengamot.”
“What is it?” Malfoy asked, cocking his head and trying to figure out what sort of potion it was.
“It’s a poison. But not an ordinary poison. So rare it’ll never be suspected and once in the system, untraceable within minutes. Now, after our graduation in a month, you will be free to use this on those against us and our cause.” Riddle’s smile grew wistful.
“What is it?” Abraxas’ voice was low, somewhat in awe, waiting.
“Basilisk…but how did you…?”
“I have my ways.”
“No,” Riddle snapped sharply. “Maybe one day but not while we’re under the eyes of the headmaster.”
“You don’t trust me,”
Riddle handed the flask to Abraxas, sighing. “If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t be giving you this to carry out the essential deeds in my stead.”
“Where are you going?” Abraxas took the vial and weighed it in his hand. There were at least five doses of the substance there. Five would do.
“Away. I can’t say where, but I’ll come back and when I do…Well, you’ll see.”
Abraxas hid the venom-filled vial into his robes and looked steadily up at his friend. “I’d better.”