Disclaimer: I am making no money out of this, it's just entertainment. All the characters you recognise are from JKR's wonderful world, the ones you don't recognise belong to me.
"How was I able to see that?" Tom asked, turning to Petra. Her younger self had now left the room and Petra was casually leaning against one of the desks.
"You are seeing what actually happened, not some memories you could have manipulated. You have to see the truth Tom. And this is it. The Truth. So enjoy." Petra replied giving a sarcastic smile.
Tom looked at her with a frown, inwardly Petra beamed with triumph at the fact she could still 'piss off' Tom Riddle. She said "Come on, we need to go about six hours into the future." Again she held out her hand, and again Tom was reluctant to grasp hold of it.
This trip was a lot quicker and in the blink of an eye both Tom and Petra were standing in the middle of the Hogwarts library, for a while they surveyed the scene. To their left young Tom sat poring other some very old dusty books, while carefully turning their pages with his wand. The librarian paced up and down, barking at the students who were messing about and from between the shelves behind Tom, a very young Petra was lurking, trying to get a glimpse at those books.
"You were lurking?" Tom turned to Petra.
"Of course I was, when I tried to get a pass to get into the Restricted Section I was turned down. All the professors knew what my motives were, and there was no way they were going let me see those books. Then you were given permission right in front of me, there was no way I was going to let this chance pass me by." Petra said confidently. "Watch."
Young Petra quickly stepped from behind her shelf, and made her way with poise to Young Tom's table, "Excuse me," she said, "I was wondering, could I sit here? Everyone else is being very noisy, and you seem to be studying so quietly. I won't make a sound."
Young Tom looked up to Petra and said, "Well, I was hoping……"
But she quickly cut him off and sat down, "Thanks so much." From then on she took no notice of Tom or the books he was struggling to read.
After about half an hour, Tom was getting decidedly annoyed and Petra heard him whisper under his breath, "What stupid language is this?". Still focused entirely on her books Petra piped up, "Probably Latin," then acted like she had said nothing.
Tom looked up from the book, and stared at her, "What did you say?" he replied.
Petra put down her quill, shuffled her papers into piles and answered, "I said 'Probably Latin'."
Tom bit back quickly, "How do you know that?"
Petra smiled, "How don't you?" After seeing Tom frown she continued, "Well, by looking at the condition of the books, the parchment they are made out of and the type of binding used, I would say Latin or possibly Ancient Greek." Petra expanded. "These books are obviously a thousand years old, all academics around the world during that age that were able to produce tombs of this grandeur would have scribed them in either of those two languages."
Tom still looked very put out, "Well how am I supposed to read them, then?"
"Oh you won't be able to," Petra said putting it bluntly, "I, on the other hand, could."
Tom eyes widened, but he quickly regained his scowling stare, and asked nonchalantly, "You can speak Latin?"
"Of course I can, Greek, Spanish, French and Hebrew too. My father is Greek and my mother Spanish. Latin used to be the only language they could converse in. Nestor, my father, is a treasure hunter, he travels all over the world. He met my mother, Marianela, when he was in Spain trying to find enchanted Moorish goblets in the Sierra Nevada. She was a young graduate of Beauxbatons, and was working at the Spanish Ministry's Department of Transportation, they fell in love, had me and the rest they say is history. When I was younger my Grandpa, Xanthus Osanna, used to tell me stories of the origins of all the treasures my family had gathered over the years and are now stored in our villa in Jordan, I was fascinated with them. As soon as I was old enough to travel with my parents, I did and that's how I was able to pick up all the languages I know. And someday I hope to take over the family business." Petra paused and the gleam of ambition in her eyes grew strong, then she said eagerly, "So let me see then."
Tom gestured with his wand, and the book turned round to face Petra, and Petra lifted her wand off the table, pointed it at her left hand and cast a spell under her breath, then did the same with the other hand. "What did you just do?" Tom asked as he had now moved round and sat next to Petra.
"I'll be able to touch the book without damaging it in any way. That spell is very important in my father's line of work." And she flipped the books slowly back to the beginning and began to read. Pausing every now and again to relay what the Latin meant, to Tom. The book told the story of how the Hogwarts castle had been built, how the founders had started to teach their students and finally how they had died of old age. "This, of course is all myth and legend, and I don't really know how it would be of interest to you, a half blood who grew up in a Muggle orphanage."
"That is no-one's business but my own," snarled Tom.
Petra held up her hands, "Fine," she replied, "I was just curious." And she stood up to leave. "If you don't want to know what else happens then that is fine by me."
The real Petra and Tom, watched as the young Petra left the library and young Tom swear and start to pack up his bags, he then too left.
"You have such a short fuse don't you?" Petra said turning to Tom accusingly, "I was just trying to be friendly, ask about you as whenever I saw you, you were on your own. However, you had to stay distant."
"I never needed friends," Tom said.
"If you think that, you're more stupid than a flobberworm." Petra stormed.
"Why do you care what I think? Your nosiness was always irksome. You couldn't help prying into my life." Tom replied.
"I felt sorry for you, you didn't deserve to be alone, so I tried to get close to you. And what a mistake that was. I wish I never even met you!" Petra spat, and she spun round and fled the library.
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone that reviewed, I was having a break from studying and found this chapter saved on my computer, so thought I might as well update the story.