Imagine Tom Riddle finding out you’re a siren.
Dippet had let you in on more than one condition, which was still very rare for a magical school. Times were tough for anyone that wasn’t just an ordinary witch or wizard. Vampires, werewolves, sirens like yourself, even the veela - they were discouraged from being around ordinary folk. But Dippet took a chance on you, one that you jumped on and did your best to obey those rules. No seducing students. No drowning students. No revealing your true nature.
You were good at following the first two. But Tom Riddle ruined everything when he entered the prefect’s bathroom that one night. You had thought since it was so late, it would be alright. That you could take your time and have a swim in the lovely large bathtub instead of going out to the lake. But you were spied upon. You were followed.
“I knew there was something off about you,” A harsh voice said as you surfaced. You turned, tail splashing against the water to see the Slytherin prefect, Tom Riddle, standing there. Immediately, you tried to hide your tail beneath the bubbles. But it was too late. So you opened your mouth, getting ready to sing your enticing song but one look at his face and you stopped. He had a look in his eye. A curiosity. Not a - not a repugnance.
“You can’t tell anyone,” You said, quietly. “They’ll kick me out.”
Tom stepped in closer. The reflection of the torches off of the water creating a light show upon his face. He took off his shoes. His socks. Folded them up. He pulled up the legs of his trousers and sat on the edge of the back, dangling his feet inside. “I won’t - if you help me.”
“With what?”
“Experiments.”
And you did. You helped. You gave him some scales. You gave him some hair. You showed him your voice while he was paralyzed so he would not drown. He particularly like the latter. And you - you liked the look he had in his eye when he looked at you, even when you weren’t singing.
Requested by: @sarcastic-sourwolf
