Voldemort stayed behind in his memory, he relished staring at her skeleton, when a thought occurred to him;

Oh, right, the Horcrux. Better check that out.

Riddle walked about his Head-Boy room and pondered,

"What should i use for it?" he thought aloud.

when he gazed over at a book on his mantle.

"Hmm, the Diary could gain sentience with so much of who i am in it, but that could work in my favor." he considered, "must remember to put in further thought before acting."

He wrote his thought on this matter in, where else, the diary.

Riddle looked at his clock and saw the time.

He moaned and realized it his scheduled time set by his Head of House for him to socialize with the other students.

Voldemort knew exactly what his old self though, and still felt that way.

"Oh joy, time to go speak to people i'm superior to." they remarked in sarcastic unison.

He walked down and was greeted by a first year he recognized.

What was his name? thought Tom staring at the jubilant face of the boy with long blond hair.

"Lucius!" he said in victory,

"I mean, Lucius, how very good to see you again my boy." said Riddle trying to cover up his memory lapse.

"It's good to see you again too !" said the boy full of pride at simply talking to him.

Do i really need a fan? thought Tom, I'm not Elvis, more like Charles Manson.

"So , have you killed a mudblood yet?" asked Lucius excitedly.

Riddle paused, looked around to see if anyone was listening, "i suppose it's safe to tell you." explained Riddle.

"You know that girl, Moaning Myrtle?" asked Tom slyly.

Lucius nodded.

"Well, let's just say, she won't be bothering the living anymore." remarked Tom, he paused again, "Don't go anywhere near the girls room though."

"Yes sir!" said Lucius saluting Tom.

"Good boy," said Tom patting his head, "Don't tell anyone though, it's our little secret, okay?"

"okay." said Lucius full of joy.

Tom finally killed someone like he'd said he'd do, and he told him first.

Coolest. Day. Ever!