Author's Note: Ok so here is chapter 2! Thank you to this reviewer, b4ll3r1n4 (I hope it to be promising to.) A big thanks to TRfan190 for being my first reviewer. Also I'm not really going off of the 6th book, but I will use some of the info from there. Anyway here is chapter 2, enjoy!
Behind the Mask
Chapter 2: The New Common Room
Tom walked over to the carriages, some of them were already full and heading up to the castle. As he neared the carriages, he noticed that the usually empty shafts, were now being occupied. A black skeleton horse was now tied up to the carriage. Tom grinned at the sight of this, Thestrals. He chuckled to himself as he remembered the one good thing about this summer, he had meet his family.
"What is it Tom? Why aren't you getting in?" Abraxas asked, coming up besides him.
"Nothing, just thinking about this summer." He said, he took one last glance at the Thestral before he climbed into the carriage.
They rode up to the castle in silence, nobody seemed as if they wanted to talk. Tom started out the window, watching the wheels turn. They had reached the castle now, the carriage came to a halt in front of the stone steps. Tom was the first to climb out, he looked at the majestic castle. It was the same as he had remembered it, beautiful and grand. Abraxas came out and started to walk up the stairs, pushing aside some second years as he went.
"Move you squibs." Abraxas snarled.
Tom was behind Abraxas, he grabbed his robe. " Don't do that in front of me." He hissed.
"Why not? You never stopped me before." Abraxas said, he looked at him confused.
"That is because I wasn't Head Boy before, and because a teacher could have seen you. And don't question me, Abraxas." He snarled, he let go of Abraxas's robe.
"Alright, I'm sorry, I won't do it again in front of you if there could be a teacher." Abraxas said, rubbing where he had grabbed him.
"Good." He said glaring at him, and started to climb the stairs again.
The castle felt warm when he had reached the entrance hall, he could smell the food that was coming from the Great Hall. The smell made his mouth water, he hadn't eaten all day. He entered the Great Hall, he walked over to the Slytherin table. He sat down in the middle, Abraxas took the seat next to him. Tom looked down at the golden plates, wishing they were full of food.
"God I wish the first years would hurry up and get here." Abraxas said, looking at the door.
"Calm down Abraxas, they will get here, besides, we must wait to see who will join our house." Tom said.
"So true, we will see who will join our group." Abraxas said smiling.
Tom just nodded, he looked around the Great Hall. The house tables were starting to fill up as the students started to come in. He turned to looked up at the Head Table. Professor Dippit was sitting in the middle of the table, talking to Professor Slughorn. He eyes traveled from Slughorn down the table, resting on his least favorite teacher. Professor Dumbledore. Hatred rose in his chest, just looking at Dumbledore made him angry. He hated everything about him, his calm face, the twinkle in his eyes, his kindness. Even when Dumbledore came to him at the orphanage, he had hated him.
He saw that Dumbledore was talking to the Herbology teacher, Professor Alejandra. He turned from Alejandra and looked at him. Tom looked away quickly, he didn't want Dumbledore to see that he was looking at him. Even though he had looked away, Tom felt his eyes on him, watching him. He turned around to see if he was still staring at him, he wasn't, he was talking to Alejandra again.
"Finally here they come." Abraxas said.
He looked at the doors, sure enough the new first years had arrived. Some of them looked scared as they walked up to the Head table, others amazed or bored. They reached the Head Table, they all lined up in front. The Charms teacher, Professor Helten, came up to them carrying a stool and a battered old hat. He placed the stool in front, so that everyone could see it. The hall fell silent, everyone had their eyes on the hat. Suddenly the hat burst out into a song.
Oh you may not think that I am pretty, but I am quite witty.
I can find the place that you belong, it is quite great!
Long ago, four great people, hatched a plan, to build
a school where young witches and wizards could learn
magic. And so they did, they worked hard to make this dream
Come true. Young and old came to learn, each chosen by their skills.
There was Hufflepuff, kind, and honest,
Cunning Ravenclaw, smarter then the rest, they will put you to the test.
Brave Gryffindor, bold and noble of heart.
Or maybe power hungry Slytherin, where you will find your real friends.
So what were they to do, when they were gone and dead?
It was Godric Gryffindor who found a solution.
He whipped me off his head, and put some brains in me
And here I am, ready for the sorting.
But be warned, for my tale is not yet over.
Inside these wall, if we don't unit together then we will fall.
We are stronger when we are together, weaker when not.
Evil will arise, and nobody will hear the cries.
Trust is wise, friendship is true, and love concurs over evil.
I have told you once, I have told you twice, now let the sorting
Begin!
The hall broke into applause, the hat bowed to all the tables before going still. Every looked around at each other, all thinking the same thing.
"Has the hat ever given warnings before?" Abraxas asked as he was clapping.
"I think it has given warnings in the past when it thinks that the school is in trouble." Tom replied.
"How would it know if the school was in danger if it is a hat?"
"I don't know, it lives up in Professor Dippit's room, so maybe it gets its information from there." Tom said.
"But the school isn't in trouble, is it?" Abraxas asked, looking at Tom.
"Of course not you idiot, if the school was in trouble, they wouldn't have us come here now would they." Tom snapped.
Abraxas just nodded his head and looked at the front. The hall had gone silent again, waiting for the first years to be sorted.
Professor Helten cleared his throat, "Now when I call your names, you will come and sit on the stool and place the sorting hat on your head. Then, when it calls the name of the houses, you will go and sit at that table. Adkein, David!"
A boy walked up to the stool shaking. He placed the hat over his head, it fell down past his ears. The hat just sat there for a minute, then it opened its brim.
"Hufflepuff!"
The table on the far right broke out into applause. David ripped the hat from his head and with shaky legs, went down to sit at the Hufflepuff table.
"Abendroth, Elizabeth."
"Gryffindor!"
"Ackerman, Katie."
"Ravenclaw!" The middle table burst into applause. Tom saw Amber welcome Katie as she came to sit by her.
They were now in the B's and nobody had yet been put into Slytherin.
"Alan, Black."
"Slytherin!" The table broke into applause, Alan Black walked over to the table with a smug look. He sat down at the table next to his older brother William.
"Blinn, Clare." And the list went on.
Finally they were done with the sorting, and Slytherin had gained nine new students. Professor Helten picked up the stool and carried it out. Professor Dippit stood up.
"Welcome everyone to another school year at Hogwarts!" He said in a cheerful voice.
Tom watched Dippit talk, but he didn't really pay attention to what he was saying. He knew what all the rules were, so why did he need to hear them again? So he started to daydream. After awhile people around him were moving, he looked to see that the food had finally appeared.
"Finally, I'm starving." Abraxas said, he started to grab food and pilling it onto his plate.
Tom looked at Abraxas as he started to stuff his face with food, totally disgusting. He shook his head, he grabbed a bake potato.
The hall was filled with chattering, everyone telling each other about their summer. Tom was half listening to what the people around him were saying, these things didn't really interest him. He wonder how could anyone enjoy telling other people what they had done, or actually listening to them. If some asked him to listen to what they had done this summer, he would have told them to go jump in the lake.
Warren Nott was sitting right beside him, he turned towards Tom. "So Tom, how are you? I didn't get to see you this summer." He said.
"I am just peachy, and I didn't get to see this summer because I didn't want to." Tom said, he place a fork full of food in his mouth.
Nott laughed, not taking him seriously. "Very funny Tom, so I heard that you got the Head Boy position, congratulations."
"Thanks." He mumbled.
"I also heard that you get to share a common room with Lynwood." Nott said, raising his eyebrow.
"Yea, I am." Tom said frowning, he knew where this conversation was going.
"Your pretty lucky, she is very good looking." Nott said, smiling at him.
"I guess she is, but nothing is going to happen, she's in Ravenclaw for christ sakes." Tom said, as he reached for a tart.
"Still, that never stopped you before." Nott said, also grabbing a tart.
Tom glared at Nott, which made him recoil. "Just because I had a little fun with some of the other houses doesn't mean that I am going to get close to this one." He said, still glaring at him.
"Come on Tom, how could you not want to at least get a little close to her?" Nott asked.
"Because she is the Head Girl, and I don't want to share a room with someone that I would like. Now drop the subject." Tom said angrily.
"Fine, but you may like her sooner or later." Nott said, he turned away to talk to someone else.
Tom's frown deepened, why would Nott say that he would like her? Maybe because they would be spending a lot of time together? He shuddered at the thought of being with someone, it wasn't like him.
Finally the last tart had disappeared and everyone was getting up to leave. Tom stood up from the bench and started to walk out of the Great Hall, he was at the door, when he was stopped by someone calling his name.
"Mr. Riddle." He turned around to find Slughorn behind him.
"Yes Professor?" He asked politely.
"Well first of all I want to congratulate you on making Head Boy."Slughorn smiled.
"Thank you Professor." Tom said.
"Now, the second thing is about your new common room." Slughorn said, still smiling at him, "Now, it will be on the fifth floor, behind the painting of a ocean, the password is 'Meldadish'. Also, you will have a private room, which also needs a password, but you get to make it up."
"Thank you Professor, for telling me this."Tom said.
"Your welcome my boy, oh and one last thing, you will be sharing the common room with Miss. Lynwood. Well good night Tom." Slughorn said.
"Good night Professor." Tom said, he turned and walked out of the hall.
The hall was crowded by all of the students heading up to their common rooms. He even noticed some of the prefects leading the first years to their new rooms. He had reached the marble staircase, and he started to climb the stairs to the fifth floor.
It had taken him two staircases, one hidden passageway for him to reach the fifth floor. He stood in front of the painting, it was a sunset over the ocean. The refection of the sun made the water a light pink and blues.
"Meldadish." He said.
The painting swung forward, revealing a hole for him to climb through, Tom climbed through the portrait hole. When he reached the other side, he stood in amazed at the room. It was decorated in a cozy style like the other common rooms, it had tree couches, two chairs, a fireplace, a bookshelf, and other things. He noticed that the colors were of Slytherin and of Ravenclaw, and that there were two banners hanging up of a snake and of a raven. The torches on the wall cast a faint shadow and glow on everything.
Tom went over to the fireplace to warm himself up, for some reason he was cold, even though he knew the room was hot. He studied the pictures that were up on the mantel. It was of the previous Head Boy and Girl from the past five years. Each picture had a boy and a girl waving at him, each smiling at their victory of being Head Boy and Girl. As he was looking at this, he heard the portrait hole open, he turned around to see Amber climb in. She stopped in the middle of the room to look around, finally her eyes rested on him.
"Hi Tom, lovely place, isn't it?" She asked.
"I guess so." He said lazily.
She nodded, she crossed the room and sat in a black squishy chair, she swung her feet over the armrest. "I know that you may not care, but I call this chair." She said.
"That is fine with me." Tom said, he turned his back to her, and went over the bookshelf. He ran his fingers along the spines of the books, reading their names.
"Any good books?" She asked.
"Not really." He replied.
Amber got up from the chair and came to stand by him, she looked at the books. She was so close to him, that he could smell her perfume, vanilla mixed with rose. He watched as her eyes flew across the titles, her eyes grew into excitement as she read the names.
She turned towards him, "I can't believe that you don't think these books aren't good. These are all classics and advance magic, how could you not like them?" She asked.
Tom looked at her, "They aren't my type of books." He said, he went over to one of the couches and sat down.
"Right I forgot, you're only into the Restricted Section, aren't you Tom." She said, turning back to the books.
"No, not always, I don't always read the books from the Restricted Section." He mumbled.
"Right, you only go for the Dark Arts books." She said.
"And how would you know that?" Tom asked, they were starting getting into deep waters here, he thought.
"Because everyone knows that you are fascinated by it, also, you are always caring those types of books with you." She said, turning towards him.
"Just because I carry some of those books, doesn't mean that I like the Dark Arts." Tom snapped.
"All right Tom, calm down. Nobody cares that you are into the Dark Arts. Everyone has at least one subject that they are really into, for me it's Quidditch, for you, it's the Dark Arts." She said, she then gave a huge yawn. "Well I think that I am going to bed, night."
"Night." He said.
She walked past him and went to one of the staircases. He sat there, thinking about what she had said. She knew nothing about how he was into the Dark Arts, and even if she did, she wouldn't understand.
He had been fascinated by the Dark Arts ever since his third year, he wanted to know everything about it. He had read his class books over and over again, until he had them memorized, but that wasn't enough for him. He started to crave more advance magic, to find out more. Once he was allowed to go into the Restricted Section, no one could get him out. He had found many books in there, from curses to the secrets of life.
The clock on the wall made a dinging sound, Tom looked up to see that it was ten o'clock. He stretched and got up from the couch, he should probably get to bed, he had classes tomorrow. He went over to the staircase and started to climb the stairs. He had reached the top, where he was met by a wooden door. Tom grabbed the handle and pushed, the door didn't open. He wondered why the door didn't open, oh right, Slughorn said that I could make up a password. It didn't take him a long time to figure out what his password was.
"Voldemort." The door swung forward.
Tom walked inside the room. There was a queen size bed in the middle of the room, the covers were a dark shade of green, and the pillows were a silver. There were banners of Slytherin all over the room, it seemed that the room had a theme of snakes. There was a black desk in the corner, its legs were in the shape of a snake. He even noticed that the bed was in a shape of a snake. He walked over to the bed and sat down, it was very comfortable. He pulled his shirt off, and grabbed a pair of pajama paints. He changed into the pajamas and crossed the room to the bathroom. He looked inside of the bathroom, it was a very big one. Everything was made of marble, the sink, tub, and the shower. He went over to the sink to brush his teeth. As he walked over there, he passed by a mirror. Tom stopped when he saw his reflection. His dark hair stood out the most, his pale skin was a little darker then last year. He noticed that he had gotten a six pack, and that his baby fat was now gone, and replaced with muscles. He wondered when his body had started to do this to him, and why he hadn't noticed before. But then again, he couldn't remember when the last time he had looked in the mirror. He sighed, he had known that he had grown, but not this much. He shrugged his shoulders and went and brushed his teeth.
He fell into the bed, and pulled the sheets up to his chest. He lay there for some time, waiting for sleep to overcome him. He wondered what tomorrow was going to be like, when he started to drift off, until he fell asleep.
Author's note: Ok, so there was chapter 2! I hope you liked it! Now if you want to read more, Review! It would make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Also, I know that Ravenclaw symbol is an eagle, but I am putting it as a raven. You know because it is Ravenclaw, not Eagleclaw. If you don't like it, well that is your opinion.