O-kay, witches and wizards! Merlins and Morganas! Beasts and..Bitches? Here is the next chapter, because I, my friends, am a genius. I'm pretty sure that I do want to bring other New Directions in. That being said, I want to know which ones you'd like to see. If not, I'll probably pull names out of a hat.. anyways. I'm not sure what house Dippet is in. I think Hufflepuff. He just gives off that vibe. I'm going to try and make this a longer chapter. Cause I owe it to you. But I'll be alternating points of views between Riddle and Berry. So, don't hate me. I'll be introducing some well known Potter characters in this chapter. Oho, And..don't forget revenge. Which you'll know nothing about for a while. Or will you? DUHNUHNUHNUH. Onto the disclaimer!
I don't own Glee or Harry Potter. Yet again, this smart ass alias is the only thing this self proclaimed author owns.
After a while of planning revenge, Tom realized a few things. One, he didn't know Rachel Berry. Two, going back to number one, he couldn't plan revenge because of it. Three? That made him more furious. And four. The dreaded number four:
He has to get to know Berry to get revenge.
He wanted to strike near to her. And he wanted to strike hard. Tom resumed pacing in front of his desk, seething like never before. Naming off the things he knew about her? She was Ravenclaw. Good voice. Seemingly intelligent (or obviously not, seeing as she had the nerve to treat him like she did.), and…well. He didn't know.
Which only angered him more. Tom was known to be a smart, articulate young man. And that…woman…had reduced him to this!
Which brought him back to the thought of revenge. Did she have any friends? She had to. The girl practically screamed friendly. When she wasn't screaming in Toms face, that is. He flopped back onto his bed with an angry sigh, landing on a book. "Good God, anything else to make this day worse than it is?" Tom asked the empty air. He reached behind him, pulling the sharp corner where it was practically lodged near his spine. Looking at the cover, his entire body froze. The Secrets and Sincerities of Salazar Slytherin
Tom flipped to the dog-eared section of the well worn book that he had stolen from the restricted section. The Chamber of Secrets; Magical Myth still unproven. Realization hit him, and hit him hard. Maybe, just maybe he could use the Chamber of Secrets against her. If he found it in time. And opened it. Just like that, his anger was gone, and he was back into the swing of revenge.
Rachel was happy as she left Dumbledores office. Despite the gloom of having to get to know Riddle, it was quite a simple mission, so far. Besides she got to use her imagination. Such as thinking up imaginative ideas on her back story. But currently she had to go to the library to do some research. Well…jotting down a few ideas on the way there couldn't hurt, would it?
With a nod to herself, Rachel decided it couldn't hurt, and reached into her messenger bag for a scroll and quill. Not looking where she was going, she bumped into a man taller than her, completely knocking her down. "I'm sorry, Miz'!" said the boy. He reached a huge hand down to help her up, which she took uncertainly. "Hey! Yer th' new girl!"
He hoisted Rachel to her feet, probably narrowly avoiding putting her through the ceiling. "Yeah, I am. I'm Rachel Berry. Ravenclaw." The boy smiled brightly, "I'm Rubeus, Rubeus Hagrid. I'm from Gryffindor m'self."
The boy seemed awfully friendly, and Rachel liked him right away. "So, Hagrid. I'm presuming you know you're way around Hogwarts, do you know the quickest way to the library?" Hagrids smile only got impossibly wider, "Yea! I was headin' there m'self!" Rachel grinned, "I wouldn't mind the company, so long as you don't mind the company of a lowly fifth year."
Hagrid laughed, "Actually, Miss, 'm only a third year."
Her mouth fell open, "Are you on stilts?" Hagrid only laughed harder, lifting his robes a bit. "Sorry t' say, 'm not!" For a moment, Rachel considered asking him if all Gryffindor always yelled like he did. But the last question she asked seemed a bit rude, even though he had laughed.
"To the library then, Hagrid?" She smiled. "O' course, Miz' Berry!" Rachel was surprised at having made a friend. Even in America, she hadn't been well liked. Or at Beaxbatons, for that matter. Maybe it was just Hagrid being a Gryffindor. Either way, she was grateful. She had a way to the library, and a friend to talk to. "So, Rubeus…if you don't mind my asking…why are you so tall?"
"Well, maybe yer jus' short?" he countered. "True, true." Rachel laughed, "So what are you going to the library for?" Hagrid paused a moment. "Well, jus' some res'erch. About some magical creatures o' th' Forrest."
"Assignment?"
"Yea', ya could say that…" A moment of silence enveloped the two, and Rachel didn't like the way it felt. "So," Hagrid began. "What're you goin' to th' library fer?"
"Anything and everything about the founding fathers…and mothers, of course," Rachel added. "…of Hogwarts. Professor Dumbledore thought it'd be a great idea, said it'd be useful information. Though I have yet to figure out what he means by it." She said thoughtfully.
Hagrid thumped her on the back, nearly sending her sprawling to the ground. "I can help ya' with that, Rachel!" He said enthusiastically. Rachel smiled gratefully, "I'm glad for the help, Rubeus." And with that, the two entered the library, setting their things down at a table to the far left. "Where do we start? This is such a huge place!" Hagrid smiled, "Don't worry. Yeh get used t' it. And things get easier t' find." He added as an afterthought.
"Really. Easier to find?" Rachel deadpanned. "This place has to have a billion books."
"Or more." Rachel gaped at him, and he laughed. "Where's the best place to find the information I need, Rubeus?" she asked, getting out her quill and parchment. "Well, I reck'n yeh'd find a good lot in th' Restricted Section, but yeh can't go back there without a pass." Hagrid said nervously. Rachel smiled reassuringly, "I don't even know where to find the Restricted Section, Hagrid." She lied through her teeth, really. But Rubeus was a good man, he didn't have to know that.
Hagrid returned her smile, nodding his head to one of the bookcases to their left. "Come on, th' books 'bout Founders are this way."
Tom scowled at the sight before him. The mutt Hagrid and the Diva had just walked into the library together. Does she just make friends with anyone? Wait. He took another look at the two, who had set their bags down at a table to Toms left.
There sure looked like friends.
… Friends!
And so the plan for revenge could very well start now, Tom thought as he smiled in amusement. Well, amusement didn't last long. Because the two friends were now heading towards his shelf. Making a quick decision, he grabbed the book from the shelf in front of him, shoved it in his robes and left before the two oafs could see him. The Secrets and Sincerities of Salazar Slytherin; Updated and Unabridged glinted in the candlelight of the library as his robes shifted.
Rachel and Hagrid returned to their table a little over a half hour later, both of their arms full of books. "Good Gods," said Rachel, "I didn't know there was nearly a whole wing of the library committed to the Founders of Hogwarts." Hagrid laughed mirthfully, "That's not even a wing, Rachel!"
Rachel groaned, "How in the world do you find things for homework here?"
"Gets easier after a while," Hagrid said, with a reassuring pat—or punch, as it felt like one—on the back. Rachel surveyed the pile of books in front of her ruefully. She knew none of this information would get her anywhere. And she needed to get to the restricted section, except sans Hagrid.
"Oh, no!" she said, pretending to frantically search the pile of books. "I forgot one on the founder of Hufflepuff that I really wanted! I'll be right back, Hagrid!" Rachel made her way to the first row of shelfs before she turned around, "If I'm not back in twenty minutes, I've probably been eaten by a book." Hagrid laughed, "Don't worry, if yeh get lost, I'll find yeh." And with that, Rachel was off towards the back section of the library, which housed the infamous Restricted Section.
"Okay," said Rachel to herself. "What I need is something on Salazar Slytherin," She reached the Restriction Section in seven minutes, having thirteen left. Or thirty, if she really wanted to push it. But that'd make Hagrid suspicious, and if he found her in the Restricted Section she'd have a lot of explaining to do that she couldn't quite afford right now.
That being said, she began searching the shelfs. "A-D…E-G…Need to go further, damn."
"You know, it's very unladylike for a girl to curse." Came a voice to Rachels right. It was high pitched, and whiny. "Is it?" Rachel asked, turning to the source of the voice. "Oh. You're the new girl. Did the others send you to make fun of me?" Rachel didn't see anything at first, and then she looked down. There sat a scrawny girl in Ravenclaw robes. She was kind of pale, and her acne covered face was tear stained.
"No, and why would I make fun of you?" Rachel asked incredulously. "All the others do." Said the girl. "I'm Rachel, Rachel Berry." Rachel stuck her hand out to help the girl off the ground. "Myrtle." The girl said stiffly.
"What are you doing back here in the Restricted Section, Myrtle?" Rachel asked her softly. "Hiding from the others. Nobody ever really comes back here." Myrtle said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And why are you back here?"
"I have a pass." Said Rachel. "Oh." Myrtle said softly. "Yeah. Why don't you come back to my table in the library with me? I'm studying with a friend. I'm sure he won't mind if I escort you back to Ravenclaw tower, yeah?"
"Why are you being nice to me?"
"Why shouldn't I be?"
"Did you listen to me at all earlier? Nobody is nice to me."
"Time for a change, eh?" Rachel said, smiling. "Now come on, let's get you back to Ravenclaw tower." Rachel wasn't angry at not having got her books. She could look for them later. She knew what if felt like to be made fun of, and it wasn't a nice feeling. She'd been teased on her last mission at Beaxbatons, and in her home school in America. Wasn't a fun experience, and she was glad she got offered the Undercover Auror position sooner than later.
And being the Auror she was, Rachel really didn't like seeing people in distress. It just wasn't in her nature. Myrtle attempted to make small talk, "So…they say you're from Beauxbatons. You don't sound French." Rachel smiled, "Yeah, I am. Er, not French. I'm American. I transferred to Beauxbatons from the Salem Witch Institute in America."
"What was it like at Beauxbatons?" asked Myrtle, her voice full of curiosity. Rachel was surprised. Everyone else had always asked, "Why so far from home?" That being said, Rachel was more than happy to answer. "It was beautiful, besides the rude people. Hogwarts is a nice change." She said with a small smile. "Was it anything like Hogwarts?" Myrtle asked. "Well, in a few ways. We had houses, but not like Hogwarts does. We had three houses, and we had a beautiful head wreath made from tiny blue flowers that sorted us instead of a sorting hat." Myrtle looked to her, "Really? Would you mind explaining?" Rachel smiled, "Sure! See, when you put it on the persons head, it'd sing. If the song sounded beautiful and high pitched, you belonged in Papillonlisse. If the song sounded dark and scary, you belonged in Ombrelune. And for the last house, Bellefeuille, the song would sound steady, and have simple, long notes."
"Wow," Myrtle breathed. "You speak so fondly of it for people who were so mean to you." She noted.
"But the school was brilliant. They loved the arts, and nature, and anything that held beauty. Which, mind you, was a lot of things to them," Rachel giggled. "Hey, look! There's my table. Do you want to come with me to get my things or meet me by the door?"
Myrtle eyed Hagrid with fear in her eyes. "No, I'll wait by the door…" With that, Rachel set off towards the table. "Hey, Hagrid," She said when she reached it, scooping her books uncaringly into her bag. "I found a fellow Ravenclaw in the great big maze of books. She's in a state…so I'm going to take her back to Ravenclaw tower. I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked. Hagrid nodded, too wrapped up in his homework. "Goodluck!" She called quietly over her shoulder, meeting up with Myrtle at the door. "Ready?"
The pale girl nodded, and off they went. "Why do people make fun of you, Myrtle?" Rachel asked as they went up a set of stairs. "Many reasons." Was all she said. Rachel left it at that for now.
Tom watched as the two girls came around the corner, heading up a staircase he was about to go down. He scoffed, barely holding himself from hissing "Mudblood" as Myrtle passed. He despised her, really. She was whiny, she was annoying, and most of all, she was a mudblood. Tom was surprised that the two girls didn't see him, but they were seemingly wrapped up in a conversation. Good.
With that, the boy made his way to the womens bathroom on the second floor. The book he rescued from the library was important. They were just about to switch it to the Restricted Section. Why? Because Tom was pretty sure it held the words to open The Chamber of Secrets.
He had skimmed through it in is dorm, and it had looked promising. If he could only find the passage with the correct words.
Tom Riddle stepped into the bathroom, smiling. "Hello?" No answer. Good. He turned around, casting a locking charm on the door. He opened the book, hoping to find the passage. After a moment, Tom started to realize something.
It wasn't the right book.
Sadly, Tom wasn't paying attention when he left his dormitory…and hadn't grabbed the unabridged version. "Salazar strike me where I stand. How did I grab the wrong fucking book?" He screamed to the room.
Upstairs in Ravenclaw Tower, Myrtle and Rachel were getting ready for dinner. "You'll sit with me, right Myrtle?" Rachel asked the girl. Myrtle looked at her as if she had lost her mind. "You want to sit with me?" Rachel only smiled, "Of course! I'm new, and you're not that bad Myrtle."
And for the first time since Rachel knew the girl—even if it'd only been an hour—she looked genuinely happy. Apparently, it was a surprise for the rest of the people in the common room, for they looked over in shock. "Really?" Myrtle asked, just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. "Yeah, of course!" Rachel said standing up and strectching.
"Come on, Myrtle. I'm starved, and dinner starts soon!" Rachel started heading towards the door exit, leaving a dumbfounded Myrtle sitting on one of the huge couches she had just vacated. "Well, come on!"
Myrtle jumped up immediately, joining Rachel. "For some reason, I think I've going bonkers." She said as she caught up to the slightly taller girl.
"Or dying from starvation. Like me." Rachel put a hand to her forehead dramatically, and Myrtle laughed. Many people looked to her in alarm, and Rachel got the feeling that Myrtle never showed any emotion but sadness or anger. That made Rachel smile.
They continued easy conversation, ignoring the people who turned and stared at them. Rachel wondered if it was because she was the new girl, or Myrtle was happy. The two girls were too caught up in their conversation to notice the angry boy barreling down the second floor corridor towards the stairs. And the boy was too angry to notice them. So Tom Riddle ran straight into Myrtle, nearly knocking the tiny girl down.
Almost, because of Rachels Auror reflexes. Rachel had reached out and caught a hold of her arm, steadying the girl. "Myrtle! Are you alright?" Myrtle opened her mouth to answer and was cut off by the boy. "Watch where you're going, mudblood!" He spat, wiping invisible dust off of him. Rachel felt the urge to push the pale girl behind her at the malice in the boys tone.
That was, until she looked up. "Oh. Riddle."
The boy looked up in alarm, "Berry. Didn't expect to see you here."
"We were taking a short cut off the second floor corridor to the Great Hall. Why were you here?"
"If I wanted you to know, I'd have told you, Berry."
"Do me a favor and watch where you're going next time, Riddle." Rachel said, dragging Myrtle down the hallway.
If Tom was pissed before, this was nothing compared to now. "Keep your mudblood friend out of my way next time, Berry." He called.
"I see the headache made you cranky, Riddle." She said as the two got further down the corridor.
"Or it was your horrible performance, Princess." Rachel froze. "Myrtle, go ahead and go to dinner. I'll catch up with you." Myrtles eyes were dancing between the two, wide and scared. "I'll be okay," she said reassuringly. "Well, Rachel…nobody talks to Tom Riddle like that and gets away with it." Myrtle said nervously. Rachel laughed. "Trust me, I can handle it."
Myrtle shrugged, not taking any time in getting to the Great Hall. Rachel waited until she was gone to turn around. And when she did, she was pure fury. She marched right up to Riddle, "Maybe that door muffled what you heard, Peeping Tom." She said.
Tom raised an eyebrow, "Really, Princess?" That was it. Wrong move.
Before Tom could say anything else, Rachel had drawn her wand. "Levicorpus!" As soon as he was dangling at eye height, Rachel put her hand over his mouth. "Now you listen to me. You will not patronize me, Riddle!"
Ever the cocky Slytherin, he cocked an eyebrow. A muffled "Oh?" came through Rachels hand.
"Yeah, 'oh'. Next time I will punch you so hard in the face that Salazar himself will need to go to the dentist. Do I make myself clear?"
Rachel felt Tom smiling and she rolled her eyes. And did what any respectable girl would do. She walked away. When she reached the end of the hallway, she stopped. Without turning around, Rachel said, "And Riddle? My singing is nothing short of phenomenal. You'll do good to remember that." With that, Rachel released her spell, laughing as she heard a muffled "Ow!" as Riddle fell straight on his head
What do you all think? Should I make all of my chapters this long? And am I the only one who likes feisty Rachel? Oh, and who else likes the Myrtle/Rachel friendship? I totally ship it. But…we all know what happens to Myrtle, right? ;D And I got my Beauxbaton Houses from a Beauxbaton website. The wreath was my imagination. And..yeah. Okay. Writing Hagrids parts gave the Grammar Natzi in me a headache..So I'm sorry if it's not completely Hagrid like..So, anyways. Reviews aren't needed, but I'd just like some feedback. Sorry it took so long to get this up. I was playing on Pottermore…(No lie, it's too fun to be away from it for longer than an hour.)