"There's something in your wardrobe that wants to get out Tom." Dumbledore said as Tom Riddle walked over and picked up the box that was inside the wardrobe. "Theft is not tolerated at Hogwarts."
Tom's eyes shot open he was breathing hard. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was but once he did he got up and went to the kitchens.
"Hey Fro." Tom said to his favourite house elf.
"Master Riddle, how good to see you again. Your not suppose to be out of bed!"
"I couldn't sleep. Can I have some water?" As Fro wandered of, big ears bouncing, to get Tom water, he sat down at the table in the corner and closed his eyes.
After a moment he heard Fro's squeaky voice again. "Here you go, sir."
"Thanks."
"Why can't Tom sleep?"
"Bad dreams of the past keep coming to haunt me. I can't handle it anymore."