Author's note #1: I apologize for taking so uber long to update but I have been having a lot of trouble here which I do not wish to go into unless you plan on not having an update at all because my computer will short out from getting wet. Yes wet. I would be crying. Anyway, I hope you understand and I am glad you stuck with me now here is the next chapter! Enjoy!

--

Looking at the spot where Tom Riddle had stood only moments before Harry was frozen to the spot still attempting to figure out what was going on. Shrugging and with a sigh he decided to let it go. Maybe his lack of sleep was finally catching up to him.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall near by he noticed there were dark bags under his eyes and he had lost quite a bit of weight.

It was at that moment when the portrait hole opened with a frazzled looking Hermione walked in with Ron behind her his face just about as red as his hair as he attempted to hold down some shouts.

Hermione glanced over at Harry and gave him a sad look as she then disappeared up the stairs to the girl's dormitory. Ron stopped beside Harry sighing heavily. "That-that-that- WOMAN!" he shouted pointing at where she was last seen, angrily.

Harry sighed as he shook his head and walked to the dormitory. Once again Ron and Hermione were arguing, probably about something stupid Ron had done.

Ron trailed after him still fuming as they turned in after the long night.

--

Findings of a New Beginning

--

Chapter 7 Purities

--

Tom awoke with a start sitting up in a warm bed as he looked around wondering just what he had seen and weather it be true. Looking around he gently wrung his hands through the dark green silk sheets of his bed and blinked confused on how he got back here but dare not question it as this was a magic school and all.

Pushing the blankets off from on top of him and dangled his feet over the side of the bed. His feet, being bare, met the cold floor and at once he drew them back only to set them back down again knowing he would have to face the dark cold of the room at one point or another. So right now was better then most. Getting up he yawned and stretched before he walked to the bathroom and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before he looked in the mirror at himself. He was really going down hill, so tired lately spending so much time with that diary he almost forgot when the last time it was he had been down into the chamber he made to house that giant basilisk he had spent so much time last year training to answer to his voice alone.

Sighing he poked at the bags that had slowly began to form under his eyes and he yawned as he turned away from the mirror and ran a hand through his currently messy black hair before he went to take a shower.

It was still early when he emerged from the Dormitory and looked around. Deciding that he had a bit of time he turned down the many hallways to the girls lavatory where he poked his head in and smiled softly when he found it, as usual, abandoned.

Stepping inside he walked to the circle of sinks and reached out to touch one of the facets that was embroided on the side.

"Open" he hissed in parsoltongue and took a step back as the sinks spread apart and lowered to a chute in which he carefully lowered himself into which slid him down to a pile of bones below. Getting up he dusted himself off and walked forward into the dark tomb that had statues of snakes on each side of the walk way and water everywhere, after all, he was in the plumbing right now.

"Come out" he spoke, once more in parsoltongue and the mouth of the large face before him opened as he waited. Looking at the hair of the large face he raised an eye brown, it had always been snakes, and it had always been falling apart. He wondered what it would take to fix it. A giant snake came forward from the mouth and rose to its full height before him. Any normal person would have been scared but not Tom, in fact, he rather liked this snake.

"go now and feed" he said to it as the basilisk hissed loudly in return before it slithered past him into a pipe and disappeared from sight. Wondering who it would kill this time, if anyone at all he vaguely hoped it would be a mudblood, like the one that had been bothering him a few weeks back. Of course, the large snake did tend to fail in its feed at times and only succeeded in petrifying many instead before it was forced to return here to its dark, cold tomb.

Looking around he sighed softly pulling out the small black jornal from his pocket and flipped it open to see if anything new was written there. And sure enough there was.

--

January 14th

In a world such as this,

Who are we truly able to trust?

What are we truly able to believe in?

Things appear

And disappear

As if the world itself is unreal

And refuses to show its true nature

I am so small- -

Insignifigant- -

I can't see the whole of the matter.

I can't comprehend.

What does it mean to say you believe?

I don't understand.

Or maybe its… I can't believe it.

I don't want to see the whole of the matter

Then life itself would reverse its pull

Oddly, it snowed today,

I thought it grew warmer but I suppose I thought wrong

It fell so perfectly and beautifully,

Its almost like a fairy-tale.

It makes me think.

Snow is a symbol for purity right?

But… it has a darker meaning too…

Death.

That's right, everything has its opposite,

Most of the time, fairy-tails are warnings.

Aginast human pride, and their cruelity.

Purity always has its opposite.

After all, if humans had no impurities…

They could never be considered pure…

--

Hearing a slither near by I closed the book quickly and stuck it back in my pocket as I looked at the basilisk returning from its hunt and, nodding I strode from the chamber to start the school day.

Author's Note #2: it's a bit short yes but Its just a filler I suppose. I hope you enjoyed it though, Really makes you think once again sorry it took so long to update! Thanks for undersatanding.