Okey, here's the first chapter. I hope you'll all like it.

Thanks to Erzibeth-Malfoy for Beta-ing this story. I don't know what I would do without you.

Chapter 1: Two years later

Tom Riddle, better known as Voldemort, sat on a chair at Borgin and Burkes. He had murdered. More then he wanted to admit. Someone knocked at the door and entered carefully. He was wearing a black cloak and wore and a mask to hide the face. Tom nodded against the chair next to him. The man sat down on the chair without a word, seeming to wait for permission to speak.

"What do you want?" Tom muttered, but the man didn't seem to notice and kept quiet.

"What do you want I asked?" Tom stood up.

"There's a complication my lord." The man looked down on the floor, clearly ashamed of what he had just told his master.

Tom said nothing, but the man apparently noticed that he should continue.

"We were able to locate Adam Henryson, but unfortunately the ministry interrupted before we could get to him and he escaped." The man looked at the dark lord, who was unmistakably angrier then what he had been before the news.

"He got away?" Tom turned from the death eater and leaned against one of the table standing in the corner.

The unknown man could no nothing more then to nod.

"How did the ministry find out what you were doing?"

"Apparently, there's a spy among us. We're trying to locate him now. Unfortunately, it's not as simple as it sounds.

"Do I have to do everything myself? Tom was boiling with anger.

"No, of course not, my lord. Why do you think that?"

Tom never answered the questing. Instead he just grabbed his cloak and apparated away. The man could do nothing but to follow.

Tom landed on the yard behind the Abraxas' newly bought Manor Abraxas had recently attained it and the weeds were still growing uncontrollable everywhere. He went around the house to the main entry, where a group of men were talking with each other in low voices.

"Where's Abraxas?"

One of the men nodded against the door and Tom went up the stairs to the door. He knocked several times, but when no one answered, he decided to let himself in. It was visible that no living man had lived there for ages, since the room contained nothing more then dust and spider webs.

After searching the main floor, he walked up the stairs. He looked in about four rooms before he found what he was looking for. He almost laughed himself to death when he saw Abraxas on a ladder with a flowery apron on the robes, trying to clean the roof in a very muggle way.
He must have heard Tom, because he turned around, climbed down, removed his apron and brushed the dust away.

"Hello Tom. What can I do for you?" He asked and showed his lord into a much cleaner room.

"I presume you know what happened to Henryson?" Tom started calmly.

Abraxas nodded and sat down in an armchair. Tom hesitated for a moment before sitting down in the other chair. This was probably not the best thing to do, since a thick layer of dust arose from it and Tom was forced to stand up again. He gave Abraxas a nasty look, but only received a grin back.

"I guess you've heard that we have a traitor among us…" Tom was stopped.

"You don't think I…?"

Tom shook his head and Abraxas quieted.

"Of course not, don't be silly. What I want you to do are simple. All you have to do is tell me if someone is acting strange or if you hear anything out of the ordinary. Got it?"

Abraxas looked as if he thought about what Tom just said, but only a couple of seconds later he nodded.

"As you wish."

Tom was satisfied with the answer and disapparated. It had become late and he hadn't realized how late it really was until he looked at his watch. Since it was eleven-thirty, he decided that it was time to go to bed, so he changed, brushed his teeth and crawled down in bed.

A moment later, he was asleep.

Someone knocked at the door and Tom woke up almost immediately. It was Saturday, which meant this was his day off. He grabbed a couple of pants and went to open the door. It was one of his few friends.

"Abraxas. What do you want?" Suddenly he wasn't tired at all anymore.

"Mitch Carson. He started acting weird last night after you left." He spoke very fast and his friend had a hard time hearing what he said.

"Relax Abraxas. What do you mean by weird?"

"Soon after you had left he started talking about lots of strange things. Especially the ministry and how they would get to you, even though they didn't seem to know it was you, but someone. They think you're older. A lot older.

"Where is he now?" Tom was very upset, since it was likely he who was the traitor.

"He left after one o'clock last night. We're trying to find him, but since more then half of us are still looking for Henryson it's going very slow. We're working on it though."

He looked at Tom in a strange way. "So, what do we do? Do we keep looking for Henryson or should we find Mitch instead?"

"You're going to continue with Henryson. I'll deal with Mitch myself.

"Tom, are you sure that's such a good idea? He knows what we can do and is probably working on turning you in to the ministry."

"No, you're probably right. It's not smart, but I have to deal with him. And you should know better then to question my decision", stated Tom superiorly.

"Yes, my lord. I just don't want anything to happen with you. You know this. Ever since Voldemort and you became one you have been acting strange. I know I shouldn't stick my nose in your private life, but I'm worried about you.

"Don't be. I'll be just fine. Find Henryson instead. It's more important then being worried about me", Tom spat with such hatred that Abraxas backed and lowered his head in respect.

"Relax. I'll be quiet and find Henryson as you wish." With that, he left the apartment.

Tom stayed, paralyzed in the living room, realizing that Abraxas was right. He didn't like it, but he had to admit it. He took a deep breath and apparated to Hogsmeade. He didn't know why he chose that place, but he needed to get away. Away from everything and everyone and back to the only place he had ever called home. Where he stood now, he could see Hogwarts and it calmed him. He really longed to be back there.

He had no idea of how long he had been standing there. It could have been two minutes, as well as two hours, it was cold outside and when he started freezing he went to the three broomsticks and ordered a Butterbeer. He sat down at a table in the corner furthest away, looking out on the few people who were there. Tom counted it to five people, unless you counted the bartender.

The door opened and a young woman entered. She looked so much like Melinda that it was frightening. He had to talk to her. Only to ask if they had known each other. He sat down on the chair next to hers.

"Hi."

"Hi." She even spoke like Melinda.

"I'm sorry I know it's a stupid question, but didn't by any chance know a girl named Melinda?" He tried to put as much charm on as possible and as usual, it worked, but maybe not the way he had wanted it to. She started crying and Tom found it very annoying, but despite that be hugged her, just like he had hugged Melinda when she had been sad.

"How are you feeling", he asked when she had stopped crying.

"Melinda was my twin sister."

That really shocked Tom. Never, not even in his wildest imagination he believed that they had actually known each other.

"Did you know her?" she asked carefully.
"Yes. I was dating her the year she…" He didn't even bother to finish the sentence. He had never imagined in his entire life that it could hurt that much to think about someone. All he wanted to do was to run away, but he knew better then that. Besides, she looked so much like Melinda that we wondered if he was ever going to be able to let her go.

"Really? She never mentioned a boyfriend. It wasn't Melindas style."

"I didn't notice. If you are twins, how come I haven't seen you at Hogwarts? Tom was a very curious boy.

"I never went to Hogwarts. I went to a school down in Germany instead, our mother is from there you see. Adradrios was its name. We fought too much to be able to go in the same school so mom and dad decided to send us to separate schools.

Tom nodded.
"That means you speak German, right?" He wanted a conversation, but it hurt too much to speak about Melinda so he tried to change subject.

"Ja, Ich spreche sehr gut Deutsch. Sprechen Sie Deutsch?"

Tom was laughing.

"I don't speak German so please translate." He was happy she understood what he was trying to do

"I said: 'Yes, I'm very good at German. Do you speak German?' Apparently, you don't speak a word. Melinda knew as well. We've been taught both languages. Dad thought it would be simpler then.

"I understand." They laughed together when the door opened and a man entered.

Tom sighed.

"I have to leave now, but I'll owl you. What's your name by the way?" He couldn't believe he hadn't asked that before.

"Sarah", she called after him.

Tom repeated the name in his head. He didn't think he would ever forget it.

The man waited for him outside and whispered something at Tom, who apparated immediately.

"What's going on?" Tom was annoyed and being very hungry wasn't helping. His stomach was screaming with hunger.

The man who had picked him up was the same as the man who had told him about Henrysons disappearance. His name was Jonas. Jonas Johansson.

"We had Mitch here just a second ago, but he ran away again, my lord." Jonas seemed desperate to find an explanation when he saw Toms face.

"Explain!" It was more a command then a wish.

"We were able to locate and find him. Even catch him, but somehow our spells had no effect on him. He disappeared before we could get to him again.

Jonas looked at his shoes, while Tom was vibrating with fury.

"Can't you do anything right? At least tell me you cast a tracking-spell on him." He seemed calmer then he was.

No answer and Tom hit the death eater closest to him. Jonas.

"Pathetic fools. Didn't I tell you to find Henryson instead of Mitch!?" He was both angry and scared, but of course, he didn't show them the fear.

He was scared for what Mitch would do if Tom didn't catch him.

"Leave Mitch to me. Find Henryson instead and don't question my orders again. Understood?"

Still no answer.

"I asked if that was understood." Tom lowered his and some people mumbled something, apparently sensing the danger in Toms voice.

"I can't hear you!?" He screamed. The death eater all fell to their knees immediately, bowing their heads. "Tell me if I am making myself clear."

"Yes, my lord." Everyone seemed to have understood the silent threat and Tom dismissed them.

He apparated to his apartment and fixed something to eat. A couple of sandwiches seemed good. When he was done, he sat down at the kitchen table, starting to write that letter to Sarah.

Sarah;
I'm very happy to have met you, sine you made me remember something that I have been trying to forget for such a long time. It felt nice to be able to talk with someone like that again. It's been a while since I could do that. I want you to know that there's not been a day without me thinking about her. Perhaps we can meet someday and keep talking. That would be nice and I'm looking forward to your reply. If you don't want to talk about her, I understand. More then you could possible imagine. It painful for me as well since she's the only one I have ever loved. I'm grateful for a quick reply. Have a nice day.
Tom Riddle

It would have to do; he thought and crossed the room to get the owl Barny, who was now very willing to deliver the letter. He had been out several days in a row now, but it had been a while since Tom sent any letters with him. He tied it around Barny's leg and he hooted before flying off. Tom looked at his watch.

"Only nine-thirty", he sighed to himself and lay down on his bed with a book in his hands. He didn't plan to fall asleep, but he could feel his eyelids getting heavier and soon he was sleeping very deep. So deep, that he never heard the front door open and someone sneaking into the room.

TBC


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