Ramblings.
He watches the hands strumming to an unheard beat. The boy can't ever seem to sit still even in his sleep, Tom can hear the constant moving and rolling in the bed next to his late into the night. He doesn't act like a Slytherin should, he isn't calm and poised in any situation. He smiles too much and his hair and robes never seem to stay neat for more than a couple seconds. Yet, Tom knows that he is keeping secrets too. The other snakes ridicule and mock, but they only see the facade that everyone else sees. They don't see how mocking those smiles are, or how all the other students think that he is so nice for a Slytherin. How the teachers might smile exasperatedly when he makes a silly mistake but then congratulate him wholeheartedly when he more than makes up for it. His spell-work isn't flawless, but its brilliant. His mask isn't emotionless but it's near perfect. He is a snake. A true snake that knows how to talk his prey into his poisonous grip without ever realizing that they've been tricked.
The other Slytherins don't see it yet. And they won't until hes sitting on a throne above the other students, king of the school. Tom had taken control of Slytherin, but this boy whose impeccable blood and handsome face guaranteed him power hadn't even attempted to try and wrestle any control for himself among his own house. He'd taken one look at the pecking order and looked elsewhere for power. And in doing so he'd grabbed the attention of the only Slytherin that mattered. Tom was intrigued by this boy, who had come out of nowhere and yet seemed to sense how everything worked. This boy who hardly seemed a boy at all among his peers. The boy with Avada Kedavra eyes and pitch black hair that made Tom thirst for something he had never felt in his 17 years of life. This boy was power, and Tom would make sure that he was the one who controlled him.
Green met grey and for just a second that feeling was turned upside down, and Tom wondered if perhaps it wouldn't end up the other way around.
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He can feel Tom's lust from the back of the classroom. He wants to laugh at the irony of their situation. Where once he was a threat to Tom's power he was now a future asset. We wonders if the handsome boy with grey eyes will ever be that nose-less monster from his past. He honestly doubts it but even if he were to turn into exactly what he had been Harry has already decided not to care. The wizarding war had changed him and no longer did the hope and naivete of his past self exist. He was going to change the world, he was going to mold it into exactly what he wanted and if Voldemort was the best way to do that then so be it. For now however he would gain his own following, he would become that golden figure his own world had always imagined he would've been. He would create a new philosophy that would draw in the ambitious and clever and lull the sheep to follow. Tom would be his figurehead and Harry would pull the strings in such a way that perhaps even Tom wouldn't be fully aware that he was just part of Harry's plan.
The world would be the way it should have been. Harry would bring it to its full potential and never again would there be a being that believed they could use him and control him for their own needs. He would be the one in power. He would be the one in control.
Destiny would never control him again.
I am still currently working on my story Trails of Ashes. I haven't been writing because a lot has happened so I decided to do some drabbles and random stuff to get back into it...