Illusion of the Snake

Chapter 2

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

The name was etched into his mind and his DNA. He knew that he did not look like his pureblood mother. He looked like his muggle father. "Muggle father," Tom thought in dismay.

However, he had heard that his mother was not the most dazzling of women. He had heard from various accounts that she was dull and rather homely with a powerfully broad, determined jaw and eyes that gazed in opposite directions. Tom had none of these features and knew that he looked like his muggle father. The last image he had of his father was not handsome; in fact, it was gruesome. But, Tom had done what he had to do or what he thought had been right at the time.

Tom was rather dashing and handsome beyond the realm of mythology. He had wavy dark brown hair and eyes to match and a debonair charm that was on the borderline with pure malice.

He sat down at a small outside bistro and looked down at a menu. After a few minutes of looking down at the menu, an unfamiliar yet alluring voice asked, "So, what'll it be?"

Tom lazily looked up and found a young woman about his age staring back with an almost sickening smile. Her face seemed so open and sincere, and he gazed into her eyes, but, could only see more smiling faces. It was then that his eyes diverted towards a locket; hanging close to her heart. It looked expensive and had the name Lara engraved into the glistening yellow metal.

"All right," the girl looked away from his eyes, "I'll give you some more time to look over the menu."

Not wanting her to step away, Tom inquired, "That's a lovely locket." Tom cringed at saying the word lovely. The girl smiled, "Thank you."

"Lovely smile," Tom thought to himself. Tom raised an eyebrow at his thoughts and shook his head. "Might I inquire," he continued, "about your locket?"

The girl laughed, "There's nothing to inquire about it. It's nothing special." The girl sat down, "I recommend the roast chicken."

Tom did not want to change the subject and wondered why this girl was doing so. Was her necklace valuable, thus, she was trying to change the subject?

"Ah!" The girl smiled, "I suppose my locket is more entertaining than the food."

Tom looked away from the girl, and she continued, "It's a family heirloom, I guess. I had my name engraved on it." She opened the locket to reveal only one picture, "That's me."

"Is there not supposed to be another picture alongside yours?"

Lara blushed and shyly closed her locket, "That is yet to be determined."

She was friendlier than what he had been used to. Yes, he had been the object of desire for several Slytherin females during his years at Hogwarts and he had used that to his advantage to get what he had wanted.

But, this girl was different. She was not like all the other girls. She was genuinely happy to see him. As she sat across from him; wand in hand; Tom could detect a slight blush in her cheeks that she was trying desperately to hide.

She smiled, "Shall I start you off with some butterbeer?"

"Fire whiskey," Tom stated as if trying to sound older and more mature.

"Accio fire whiskey," she waved her wand.

The fire whiskey nearly slipped off the table as it appeared. "I have to do that a little less enthusiastically."

"Rather," Tom muttered haughtily.

The girl stood up, "Yes, rather."

Tom's brow furrowed, for, he could not tell if she were being nice or matching his wit. But, then he saw a group of men; sitting at another table; looking at Lara as if they were in love. "Go out with me, Lara," one of the men asked. "What would your girlfriend say, Averus," Lara quipped back.

The next night, after an escapade, to find valuable treasures, Tom found himself wandering through the streets of London alone. He moped through the streets; his head hung low. All the objects that he had looked at had been fruitless fakes; sealed with watered down gold and sold at incredibly high prices that one would think they were looking at the real deal.

His stomach rumbled, and he found himself heading toward the bistro. As he neared the café, he heard music and dim lights were hanging in the air; enchanted lights no doubt. People were dancing; elbow to elbow.

He heard the voice of a woman; seductively singing.

That old black magic that you weave so well
Icy fingers up
and down my spine
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine

Curiosity exhumed his being as he walked closer; wanting to know who this voice was attached to.

The same old tingle that I feel
When that elevator starts its ride
Down and down I go, round and round I go
Like a leaf that's
caught in the tide

Hanging on every word, he picked up his pace and found himself at the edge of the restaurant. He had never seen the restaurant this busy. A crowd had developed around the songstress, and he found himself bumping elbows with strangers; eager to see who was behind this voice.

I should stay away but what can I do
I hear your name, and I'm aflame
Aflame with
such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire

Tom reached the front of the mob and found that the voice belonged to none other than Lara.

You are the lover that I've waited for

Tom smirked, for, he had underestimated her completely. He had thought that such a girl could never be the center of attention. Here she was; lounging on a grand piano that had been conjured up by magic. She sat on the piano; swinging her legs; her eyes closed as though she thoroughly enjoyed being here and was in her own world.

The mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine

He walked away from the crowd and sat down in his usual place; not wanting to stand too close to people that he did not know. People were bumping into one another while dancing and Tom was glad that he had opted to sit down.

Baby down and down I go,
all around I go
In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in
Under that old black magic called love

She jumped off the piano, and the crowd turned towards her; clapping and shouting for more. She shook her head, "I have to get back to work." Tom looked down as though he were not listening, and she walked towards him, "Well, hello."

He nodded, "Hello."

She paused, "You seem hungry."

He looked up, "That is why I have come."

She hesitated, "What would you like to eat?"

Tom ordered roast chicken and pumpkin juice. She smiled, "It is a pity you missed the show."

Tom did not answer, and Lara continued, "We do one every night."

"I heard you sing," Tom admitted.

"Oh," Lara blushed. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Was I supposed to?" Tom asked.

"N-no," Lara looked down at the ground; confused.

A man walked towards her; "Lara, will you grace our presence with another song?"

"Shall I," Lara smiled at the man and his wife.

"Yes, please," the man's wife smiled, "we would love to hear your voice while we dine here."

Lara smiled, "Then I will. Good-bye."

Tom did not say good-bye as Lara turned away. She walked towards the piano.

He's a fool and don't I know it
But a fool can have his charms
I'm in love and don't I show it
Like a babe in arms

Tom did not look up from his plate of food.

I'm wild but not impatient
Men were not a new sensation
Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep
When love told me I shouldn't sleep
Loving and hugging you know it
I'm in love and don't I show it
Like a babe in arms

Tom looked up and found Lara staring right at him. He looked away and wondered why women were such foolish creatures.

I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and, bewildered am I

Tom wondered why he could not read her mind when she sang. It seemed as though she shut everything out while singing.

My heart was lost, I paid the cost
Cold from the start he played the part
I must agree the laughs on me
But he and I we were meant to be
Anticipating, loving, hating, waiting
What am I to do
Bewildered and bewitched
'Cause I'm so bothered over you

For some reason, it bothered him that he could not read her mind, for; she had tuned everything out while singing.

I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and, bewildered am I

She opened her eyes for a second; finally, Tom saw a flash of something that he did not understand. An unknown feeling washed over him and then she closed her eyes again. He tried to read her mind but found nothing; everything was black and foggy.

Just the same old sad sensation
That's the way love feels
And this half-pint imitation
Has my head over my heels
Wishin' and missin' your kissin'
What am I to think
Bothered and bewildered
I can't sleep a wink

He watched her every move; waiting for her to open her eyes again, as though her eyes were the door to her mind.

I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and, bewildered am I

Cold from the start
I've seen a lot, I mean a lot
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I
I'm wild but not impatient
Men are not a new sensation
Lovin' and huggin' you know it
I'm in love and don't I show it

I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and, bewildered am I

The song was over, and she walked away from the piano once again. Tom had been unable to read her mind, and so it seemed; he was a bit disappointed. He looked down at his plate of food, which had since then become cold. The cold roast chicken looked a little unappetizing to him, but his stomach rumbles reminded him to think otherwise. He observed her from a distance and anticipated her coming back to his table. But, she did not and spent her time on the other side of the restaurant; sitting at the piano as she switched between tinkering with the piano keys and writing on a sheet of paper. He did not want to go up to her; no, he was too proud for that. After all, he was a Slytherin, and he bowed before no one. She had to come to him.

And so, he waited for what seemed like an hour and still, she did not come as she continued to sit at the piano. Finally, she walked towards him when she noticed that he had finished his meal. She picked his plate up, all in silence.

He waited.

She returned with the check and placed it slowly upon the table. He looked up at her, as though expecting her to say something. She did not and walked away from him.

He stood up and walked away from the café. The music started up again; her voice permeated the night air. He stood there for a moment and then walked on. He thought about what little he had seen in her mind and wondered what feeling he had experienced while seeing her thoughts. He believed that he had experienced everything and wondered what he had seen in her mind.

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