Disclamer: I will not, and won't ever own the epic tale of Harry Potter
I however reserve the right to all my original character and storyline.
The Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was darkened. The lights that glowed from the basins of fire that hung from the ceiling were dimmed. The only pure light was that of a single moon beam which flowed through the through the magnificent window from an unnaturally full moon, illuminating two figures.
Both of the figures were tall in stature. The way the bodies were shaped clearly defined both of them as male. They stood facing each other. The tension was so thick it could be cut with the sharpest blade. The boy whose back was to the window took a hesitant stop forward.
Tom Riddle's face was clearly defined even with only half of it bathed in moonlight. His dark hair was wild, very unlike the way it was usually present. It was his eyes that would shock most. They had a maddening look about them, as if he was having a hard time comprehending a subject or feeling. Riddle's voice was hoarse as he spoke.
"I don't understand! I don't understand this feeling. It's like…a warmth inside of my chest. Every time I see you my heart feels lighter. I worry something will happen to you. I…care!"
Riddle stopped, panting slightly, his eyes searching his companions face.
"The time we spend together never bores me. You are my equal in many ways. You…understand me."
Riddle breath seemed to hold in his throat as he gazed at the other boy.
"Don't you understand Tom?" the boy asked quietly, looking at the slightly manic Riddle.
Riddle shook his head clearly at a loss for words.
The boy took a step forward and gazed into Riddle's dark eyes.
"I'm your friend Tom."