Character: Tom Riddle, the boy who becomes Voldemort
Warnings: suggestions of inappropriate relations between teacher and student
Pairings: hints of Slughorn/Tom
Your character's fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 234 per PocketWord
Rating: PG-13 for mature themes
Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Riddle -- if I did, he'd have decent motivations.
Notes: at the end, under the cut
Crossposted to licenseartistic
At Hogwarts, they have very strict rules about certain books. Only the most gifted and promising students are ever allowed to look in some of them, and others are restricted to the more advanced students in Fifth through Seventh Year. None of this, however, was ever any kind of stumbling block to Tom Riddle, who had read most of the books in the Restricted Section by the end of his Third Year.
By the end of his Fourth Year, he had managed to acquire access to even more advanced texts, sometimes those from his professors' own private collections. Sometimes there was a price to be paid for this access, but he was willing to pay it. It mattered little in the long run, compared to the things he was slowly beginning to uncover.
But the information he wanted most -- the explanation of one word he had seen mentioned here and there, in awed and terrified tones -- somehow eluded him. It wasn't until his Sixth Year that he managed to find the key to the mystery, held in the fat and grasping hands of his own Head of House, Horace Slughorn. The fact that the knowledge was forbidden, and that he had to endure things that made him shudder just to think of them did not matter -- it was worth every moment of it to know the secrets of making a Horcrux...
Author's notes: This is a fictional account of a young wizard using any means at his disposal to obtain forbidden information. It is not meant to glamourise or encourage sexual relationships between teachers and students. If you think I'm saying it's a good thing in this ficlet, you need to re-read it, or get your head out of your arse.