Author's Note: Here's another chapter for you guys! A reprieve from the intricate, mind bending chapter prior to this. This chapter is in Tom Riddle's POV, seeing as our favorite Heir of Slytherin has not been around for awhile.

Thank you to Aalyrial, who has become my number one fan and top reviewer for her constant support for this story. It makes me so happy to see that she enjoys this story with each update.

Song of the chapter: Snow Fall- Gollbetty with a hint of Third Eye by Tool for the bunny killing memory.

Oh I also never read the book where the bunny killing scene was spoken about, so I did my best to think of a way for it to happen. I'm sorry if it is drastically different from the book.

She had been sleeping for months now. As Tom sat in the library, he kept glancing out the window as the pure white flakes fluttered down to the ground. With an agitated sigh, he noted that if she were awake, she would've been outside with those pathetic friends of hers. Perhaps she would be dancing? He never would know. What bothered him more than anything was why he was bothering thinking of her. She was a distraction, one he could do without.

But yet he sat there thinking of her, briefly wondering if she was alright. There was a commotion out in the hall as a group of very familiar girls ran down the halls towards the Hospital Wing. Raising a well groomed eyebrow, he shut the book he was reading and headed out into the hall. "Come on you guys" said Audrey with a warm smile on her face as she dragged the others with her. "Is she awake?" asked Ashley with a hopeful smile. "I have a good feeling she might be" said Penelope as they all made their way towards their sleeping friend.

Unbeknownst to Auxiliadora, every night Tom had entered the Hospital Wing and watched over her. He didn't know why and his attachments to her were beginning to bother him. He lost her friendship after first year, he was not her friend as he had once been. Nor were they enemies, they were just...nothing. She avoided him, he avoided her. That's how it had been for them, at least until now. She had begun to interrupt his search for his family history and he could have no distractions. Feeling as he did was a weakness and Tom Riddle was not weak. But as he stood around the corner, watching her friends smile and rush through the doors to the Hospital Wing he felt weak. He wasn't allowed in there, he wasn't allowed to speak with her, he wasn't allowed to protect her from those friends of hers.

With a fierce growl, he walked closer hoping to hear what they were speaking about. The sound of her voice made him freeze in shock, but then he rectified himself. Auxiliadora began to speak about her family history and of this powerful artifact. His mind instantly locked onto this information, filing it away for later use. The gears of his mind worked in overtime as he tried to process her history. It was so intricate, so confusing that even he had a hard time understanding just what was being said.

His shock and confusion left him frozen in his spot when her friends came back out. Instantly Ashley saw him and narrowed her eyes. "What do you want Riddle?" she asked with a tone full of ice. He shook of his shock and composed himself. "I would like to visit Lia" he said. In that moment Ashley saw red. "Don't you ever call her that! You are a pathetic excuse for a man, all you've ever done was manipulate her" she hissed. Tom took a step forward, his eyes alight with an eerie light. "You know nothing of what I can do. Now I'd advise you to step back and let me visit Ms. Liddell" he asked, his voice calm. Ashley and the others shuddered at the coldness and detachment in his voice, but when he shook his head, the light was gone. "Just let me see her please" he asked nicely. The others stared in shock as he became a different person. "Never mind Ms. Greene" he said as he walked away.

He was going to hurt her, make her writhe in pain for her comment but the face of Auxiliadora stopped him. Inwardly he growled, angry at her unknowing intervention. His rage bubbled under the calm surface as he ended up in the snow. Something about the snow drew him in, wrapped him in a soothing blanket of innocence and peace. It only served to anger him more. Catching sight of rabbit rushing around the grounds, a particular scene from his childhood at the orphanage flashed before him.

That boy was being mean to him, Billy was his name. He was just like everyone else, harming him with his words. Just like everyone else, he stayed away from him. Glancing at all the trophies he had collected from the other children in his room, Tom just stared blankly. To the outside world he was calm, but deep inside a monster strained to release itself from it's prison. Standing up, he opened the door and wondered outside his room. The halls were deserted for the other children were outside, he could hear the telltale signs of laughter from the backyard. Opening the door to Billy's room, Tom came across a sight that he knew was against the rules of the orphanage. There was a rabbit, happy in its ignorance of the intruder in the room. He picked up the rabbit and headed towards the attic, shutting the door with his powers as he left Billy's room.

Upon reaching the attic, he set the rabbit down as his rage bubbled over. The rabbit floated into the air before ropes appeared and one lassoed the rabbit's neck. The sounds of cracking bones echoed in the air as the rabbit dropped from the rafters. He watched as the light was snuffed out from the rabbit's eyes. Casting one last look at the lifeless rabbit, he left the attic.

When the memory ended, Tom found himself standing in front of the lake on the grounds and he found himself wishing that she was there. She was the only one who showed him kindness his whole life, the only one who would silently protest that hurting people was wrong. But he shook his head and cleared his thoughts. He wanted nothing to do with those feelings, these weaknesses. Looking of his shoulder, he glanced back up at the castle. Soon it would be time to head home for the holidays, he'd be back at the orphanage.

His rage flamed up before he came up with the decision to write to Auxiliadora, but without her knowing. He would never sign his name, he would never let her know that a small part of him needed her beside him. When she was there she kept the darkness at bay, the part of him that threatened to take over. Just this once, he'd allow the weakness to overcome him. 'Only because this weakness is better than that horrid orphanage' he thought with a determined look on his face.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!