Voldemort, otherwise known as Tom, paced his room, glancing at his pale face that was made even more so by the dark black-blue hair that outlined his face, bringing out every feature.
He despised the nickname given to him by his friends, the first time he had tormented a younger student at Hogwarts.
He leaned against the mirror that showed himself, and muttered to himself the words he muttered every day," If only..." He wished to take back everything, but he couldn't turn back time.
The large wooden door banged open, emitting a light from the downstairs fire into the otherwise shadowy dormitory room.
"Voldy, where ya been?"
"Up here," Tom muttered, wincing at the name.
The Slytherin tower was very much the depressing place of yore,
And Tom wished every day that he were anyplace but there.
"I was up here," he repeated, pushing out the door, needing to get away.
He ran down the stairs, pushed open the portrait, and ran out until he ended up at the staircase, where he stopped to catch his breath.
Now walking, he proceeded to descend, and then held on tight when it moved.
Not really knowing where his destination was, he was surprised when he ended up in front of the library, and even more so to know that this is where he wanted to go. Ducking behind a shelf of books, he sat at a small table that was there for studying the many books that accompanied those two rows of shelves.
Sitting down heavily, he put his head on the table, wishing that he could cry.
He really didn't want to do what he did, but it was the sure way to make, and keep his 'friends' that he had made in Slytherin House. It was half way through the first semester, and he was sure no one would accept him if he decided to ditch his tough boy routine.
Sighing, he sat up, and looked at the books that lined the shelf behind him, and picked a random one.
When he got interested, he didn't see the person come up and sit down across from him at the table.
When the chair rattled, he jumped slightly, startled, and put down his book to see the smiling face of a girl he presumed couldn't have been in Slytherin, she looked too cheerful for it.
"Hello, I'm Gwen."
"I'm...Tom," he finally mumbled out after a moment.
"Oh, I know you. Don't you have a nickname of some sort?"
"You mean, Voldemort?" he supplied, hoping she wouldn't run from him.
When the chair rattled, he jumped slightly, startled, and put down his book to see the smiling face of a girl he presumed couldn't have been in Slytherin, she looked too cheerful for it.
"Hello, I'm Gwen."
"I'm...Tom," he finally mumbled out after a moment.
"Oh, I know you. Don't you have a nickname of some sort?"
"You mean, Voldemort?" he supplied, hoping she
Wouldn't run away screaming bloody murder.
"Yeah, that's it. Though I really don't get it, seeing as you're not tormenting me right now," she said, tilting her head to the side.
"That's because I don't want to," he told her honestly," I don't find it much fun."
"Why do it in the first place?" she asked, making him stop and think.
"Well, I suppose, it was to make friends," he told her lamely.
"Harrumph," she said with a frown," That back fired, didn't it?"
"Yup," he agreed, "It sure did."
"Well, I'm a nice person, I give second chances, so, you want to sit with us at supper?"
"What?" he asked, his head sapping up.
"OH, you heard what I said. I'm in Gryffindor. See you there." and with that she stood up and walked away, leaving Tom with a smile on his face, suddenly looking forward to supper, an affair that maybe wouldn't be as dismal as it usually was, and with that thought in his head, he got up, and took the book to the front desk, hoping to hide away until that time.
