By the time Tomas got back to the Slytherin Dudgeons it was already very late so that when he entered the common room he was greeted by darkness because the lamps had already been extinguished and the fire that had been roaring in the grate when he had left had died.

Tomas reached into his pocket fumbling around for his wand when suddenly a voice came from the darkness.

"Your back."

Tomas jumped about a foot and looked wildly around in the gloom. As he looked he heard someone whisper, "Lumos," and soon a small glow of light appeared illuminating a face Tomas knew all too well.

"Draco!" Tomas hissed. "You scared the hell out me! What are you still doing up?"

"Waiting for you of course," Draco said. "Didn't expect you to come back so late though. Been waiting here for ages."

"You really didn't have to wait up for me," Tomas said guiltily.

"Yes I did," Draco said, "or else how would I have known what Dumbledore had done to you? It wasn't anything too bad was it?"

"No it wasn't," Tomas said. "It was actually brilliant. I can't wait for the next lesson." And he wasn't lying. Tomas really couldn't wait to find out more about Voldemort's—and his really—past.

Draco seemed surprised at his words and Tomas understood why. After all to Draco lessons with Dumbledore would seem like a living nightmare. "Why was it so great?" He asked.

"Because Dumbledore's teaching us advanced magic," Tomas lied.

"But you already know mostly all advanced magic," Draco said.

"I know," Tomas said, "but it's always good to practice and besides who knows? Dumbledore might actually teach me something new."

"I doubt it," Draco snorted. Tomas choose to ignore him however and continue.

"I'm suppose to meet with Harry tomorrow night at seven," He said.

"Why?" Draco said. "Isn't Dumbledore bad enough?"

"Dumbledore knows I know a lot of advanced magic," Tomas said, "so he wants me to help Harry."

"Sounds fun," Draco said sarcastically pulling a face.

"It's not so bad," Tomas said.

"Hmm true," Draco said. "It will be fun to see him mess up spells after all." Tomas laughed with him after this although halfheartedly.

"Well I'm heading to bed," Tomas said. "Coming?"

"Yeah," Draco said standing up from the couch. "I'm exhausted. Can't you ask Dumbledore to send you back earlier?"

"I don't think so," Tomas said.

"Damn," Draco said and Tomas grinned.

The two made their way up to bed and said goodnight to each other before slipping into their four-posters.

Tomas was sure that he'd lay awake for hours going through all of what he had just learned but instead he fell asleep in only a few moments.


Voldemort was standing in his private chambers looking down at a picture. A picture that the man kneeling before him had just given him.

The picture showed a two year boy with pale skin and a tuff of black hair on his head. His brilliant blue eyes danced as he beamed at the camera waving his fists around.

The baby was what many people would find "simply adorable" and although Voldemort detested that word the corners of his mouth twitched for a moment as though he might smile.

His face turned cold however when he looked back to the man kneeling before him. "So this picture was at Beauxabatons?" He asked.

"Yes," The man said. "I got it from a girl named Gabrielle Delacour. He was apparently very close to her and gave her this among other pictures to remember him by when he left."

"And did she tell you where he left to?" Voldemort asked. The man nodded.

"He's at Hogwarts, my lord," He said. He spoke these words in a proud rush as though he was hoping to be rewarded.

A cool smile came onto Voldemort's lips. "So it was Hogwarts after all," He said. "Dumbledore must be getting more foolish as he ages. To think that I wouldn't search for him there." His red eyes flashed on the man on the floor. "Summon everyone, Avery," He said. "We must plan our next move."

"Yes, my lord," The man said kissing the hems of Voldemort's robes before raising and leaving hurriedly.

Alone know Voldemort felt both relief and excitement flood over him. Soon he'd have back what was taken from him. Dumbledore had had no right to take it the meddling old fool. But he'd soon pay for what he'd done. Oh yes he'd pay for with his life.

When the son of Voldemort returned.


In his bed at Hogwarts Tomas shot straight up in bed drenched in cold sweat and shaking with wide eyes.

Voldemort knew where he was!

Tomas quickly got out of bed and put on his cloak before hurrying out of the boy's dormitories. He had to go tell Dumbledore before it was too late.

When he arrived in the common room he lit up his wand and made his way out into the dudgeons where he continued on his hurried way to Dumbledore's office.

He was so caught up in warning Dumbledore however that he didn't notice the cat infront of him until it was too late.

He shot back from it when it hissed at him and swore when he realized just whose cat it was.

It was Mrs. Norris the animal that all students at Hogwarts knew to avoid because of who her owner was who Tomas was sure wasn't too far behind.

"What is it my dear? What's wrong?"

Speak of the devil.

Argus Filch the caretaker of Hogwarts appeared in front of Tomas holding out a lantern in front of him. When he looked up to see Tomas in front of him his eyes lit up and he smiled unpleasantly.

"Ooh," He said, "caught a student out of bed have we?"

"I'm sorry, sir," Tomas said. "I was just going to see—"

"At midnight?" Filch said.

"I didn't realize—but that's hardly the point," Tomas said. "It was urgent."

"Urgent eh?" Filch said. "Couldn't wait to see your girlfriend is that it?"

"W—What?" Tomas said caught of guard. "No! I don't have a girlfriend!"

"Hmm so it's a boyfriend then?" Filch said. Finally Tomas couldn't take it anymore.

"No!" He said. "If you would let me finish I'm trying to go to Dumbledore because I have urgent news about Voldemort!"

Filch flinched when at the name and looked at Tomas wide eyed. "You mean He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" He asked shocked.

"Yes!" Tomas said. "So I need to get to Dumbledore right away!" Filch nodded although he still seemed stunned.

"I understand," He said. "Let me take you to him." Tomas nodded and set off after Filch walking so fast that the man had to run to keep up with him.

When they arrived at the gargoyle Tomas said, "Acid Pops," in a breathless voice and rushed up the spiral staircase Filch hot at his heels.

Once he got to the door Tomas didn't even bother knocking and instead threw open the door rushing into the office.

He was surprised to find that Dumbledore wasn't the only one in the office however.

Snape was standing in front of Dumbledore's desk and seemed to be having a deep conversation with the man.

The conversation stopped however the instant Tomas and Filch rushed into the room.

"Tomas," Dumbledore said looking at him surprised, "I thought I sent you to bed two hours ago."

"You did professor," Tomas said, "but I just had a dream. A dream about Voldemort." As soon as he had said this Dumbledore and Snape gave him their full attention their faces serious.

"What was in this dream?" Dumbledore asked eyeing Tomas closely.

And so Tomas spilled out all that he had seen happen in the dream to his watchful audience.

Once he had finished Dumbledore appeared grimmer then ever. "Severus rouse the rest of the staff," He said.

Snape nodded but he was only able to take a few steps before wincing and clutching his arm.

"He's summoning me," He said.

"Then go," Dumbledore said, "and when you return come straight to me. I want to know all that happens." Snape nodded before disapparating quickly.

"Argus go rouse the staff instead," Dumbledore said.

"Yes, sir," Filch nodded before rushing off with Mrs. Norris.

"And what should I do sir?" Tomas asked. "Should I stay here or go back to the Slytherin Dudgeons?"

"I think the Slytherin Dudgeons is the most unsafe place you can be tonight," Dumbledore said. "Instead I would like it if you would please stay here." "That does not mean however," He added, "that you will be hearing my meeting with the Hogwarts staff. Instead I would like it if you tried to get some rest. My private rooms are through the door behind me. Feel free to use them but don't touch anything without permission. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Tomas nodded. "Goodnight then."

"Goodnight," Dumbledore said. Tomas walked over to the door Dumbledore had told him about and walked through it arriving into a beautiful bedroom with high arched windows and a ceiling enchanted like the Great Hall to show the sky outside.

The room was lined with bookshelves and tables on which frail-looking silver instruments.

Remembering his promise not to touch anything however Tomas went to the maroon four-poster bed in the middle of the room.

He hoped to dream of Voldemort again so that he'd know what was going on but when he finally fell asleep it was a dreamless one.

Ooh the supense! I'm going to try to start working on the next chapter soon but I have one question for my readers: Did they still use Grimmauld Place as the Order of the Phoenix headquaters in the sixth book?