Heya guys, here's a new chapter. Hope you all like it!
After a wonderful Christmas dinner of plenty of cooked ham and mashed potatoes Tom descended down the stairway leading to the Slytherin Dormitory. He had in his hand his new book and the new pen in its special box. He also had a bag of cookies that the Ravenclaw had reluctantly to given him, claiming they were left-overs from the last batch he made. He didn't know whether or not he should consider eating them since the man hated his guts, for all he knew they were poisoned.
His shoes made clapping sounds that echoed in the dark void of the hallway. He glanced at the paintings staring at him in silence; the Wizard gave an aura of fear in them. Now that there were none around he could see that they clearly feared him. He smirked to himself feeling a sense of power and domination within him over the animated pictures. He finally closed in on the painting of Alistair, waiting for him to open.
"Password Mr. Riddle." Alistair said in a bored tone. He was the only painting who spoke to Tom, indicating to the Slytherin the old man had no fear or hatred towards him.
"Pure-Blood" Said Tom smoothly. He always felt irked by the fact the password was basically the same every goddamn year. Sure, they made it sound interesting by saying it in a different language but it was pretty annoying to say the least. At least let them have more creativity with it.
"Correct, but before I let you in I must know something." Said Alistair.
Tom sighed but complied with a nod for him to go ahead.
"What is you're relation to that young Gryffindor girl, Miss. Loony I think her name was?"
"It's De La Lune." He corrected.
"That's the name. De la Lune is such an odd last name though, isn't that French for 'of the moon?' Curious, curious…" He said babbling to himself.
"Just call her Juliet." He said interrupting him. The painting raised an eyebrow. "…She doesn't like being called by her last name."
"She's quite an odd one, she speaks to you so casually. I thought a man such as your self didn't dabble with female affairs."
"Excuse me?"
"Well if you had a girlfriend I wouldn't be against it, men need a companion every once in a while and-"
"What? No… no, no, no you got the wrong idea, Alistair. I have no 'relationship' with her. She's but a mere acquaintance who I favor over others."
"So a friend." The painting deadpanned.
"Not really…" Tom mumbled.
"Now see here, Riddle." The painting leaned in. "I would believe that if I were alive, but I am far more wise than you and not so easy to Trick either. Answer My question truthfully, or you'll never get into the Common room." He demanded.
"…" Tom remained silent, eyes looking to the floor without an answer.
"If that is your answer, then I must seriously recommend that you start figuring out what she means to you." Said the painting, he opened the door allowing The Slytherin to pass.
Tom walked in quickly, only to turn around back to the painting.
"She is a friend." The Wizard said quietly.
"Is that all?" He said, smugness seeping in his voice.
"Don't get cheeky with me you insufferable painting." He hissed.
"She thinks of you highly you know." Ignoring the comment. "She thinks you will do great things in life."
At that, Tom turned around storming into the common room without a word.
Juliet was looking high and low for a picture of Tom. She tore through old yearbooks and such but was having no such luck. The petite Witch thought that since he gave her the locket she should put his picture in it. Besides, what if she forgot Tom's face? What if she developed Amnesia? Or worse! What if she needed to identify her friend if he was kidnapped! MIA was common these days…
Juliet paused, horror plastered on her face. Tom being kidnapped? What If they were Wizards? Ogres?
The witch gasped.
What if Hitler kidnapped him and used his powers to make a death ray like in those comic books she read?!
"I'LL SAVE YOU TOM!" screamed the witch. Juliet burst through the painting of the fat lady before Chekov and Robin could even even knocked.
"Uhhh…."
"Oh, hi guys!" Juliet threw the Gryffindor sword back into the common room, much to the shock of both wizards. She looked glad to see her two wizard friends who were also not kidnapped.
"What are you doing in there? We heard you screaming, and the next thing we know your bursting through the door with a sword!" Robin thought his poor friend had lost her mind.
"I'm on a mission to find a picture of Tom." Said the Gryffindor bluntly.
Robin and Chekov paled, could she be…?
"It's a matter of being kidnapped or amnesia! A death ray is at stake!" She stressed, with utter importance.
Robin did a face palm and Chekov flat out laughed. For a minute the two thought she was in love with the Slytherin. After a bit of clarification, the two wizards eventually agreed to help Juliet in her mission. After a good hour and a half of scavenging old articles, books and newspaper clippings they finally found one of him smiling professionally in a moving picture. Tom was posing for an award of some kind next to Professor Slughorn; she didn't care though because the picture was what mattered. Juliet cut the paper carefully like a skilled surgeon, sticking her tongue out unknowingly in concentration. Finally, she opened the locket which began to play its sweet melody and placed the picture in its correct slot with some glue to hold it in place. She looked at it with pride knowing she didn't screw it up.
"Thanks guys, now it's perfect!" Juliet was pleased, now she had some form of identifying her friend if he went M.I.A.
At that, her friends departed, wishing her a good night's sleep and leaving her alone on the Gryfffindor Tower. Classes would begin all over again in January, so this meant she had this place all to herself for the New Year. That was ok though, although Juliet missed everyone some peace and quiet was always a good thing.
She passed her time in the secluded dorm like any other teenage girl, by partying. She blasted music on her record player to some loud swing music while jumping on all the beds of the Gryffindor tower, including the boy's beds. She read American magazines about all her favorite Hollywood stars and the new films that would be coming out soon. She posed in front of the mirror in a bed sheet pretending to be a Greek goddess, occasionally feeding herself grapes. She draped the sheet over her and ran up and down the hallways yelling at the top of her lungs much to the displeasure of the actual ghosts that were passing by the Gryffindor common room. The witch even made herself look like a man with giant turban accompanied by playing a random clarinet she found stuffed under her classmates bed. She snacked on lots of sweets she took back with her from her adventures in the Great Hall. The feast was just too large to be eaten in one sitting so she stuffed her pockets with sweets to be eaten at the right moment. After dancing and jumping and dressing u, she turned to listening to the muggle radio Robin leant to her by playing the BBC to hear world news. She heard speeches and updates on the War while playing a game of solitaire; every once in a while though the witch had to get up to tune the machine because the signal would go in and out of the room.
"German forces continue their ever longed stride in taking Russia as we, the BBC, reports the German Army has been confirmed reaching Moscow, the question is could they survive the Russian winters-"
"Psh, doubt it." Juliet mumbled upon hearing the information.
"Also, after the devastating attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7th, the United States can no longer continue to ignore the outcry for war as the Japanese continue with their offensive strikes on China and Korea. The President of The United States has declared War on Japan and on the Axis Powers, joining the Allies with Great Britain, France and Russia."
"About time." She said aloud to herself. Juliet was pretty against America fighting in the war in the beginning. The Americans did their best to send supplies to Britain at most but other than that the U.S went no further. It wasn't until she moved to England with her family that she realized just how grave the situation was for everyone else in the world. Then she changed her mind about her homelands view on war neutrality.
Eventually Juliet decided to hit the hay. She turned off the Radio, clean up the common room… kinda, washed her face, brushed her teeth and proceeded to lay down under the warm covers. When she went to bed, Juliet opened the locket one last time so she can hear the peaceful melody. As each beautiful note surpassed the other, Juliet slowly closed her eyes. She gazed at the picture of Tom and smiled silently. She wondered if she could ever see him smile like that naturally. She held on to her bunny, drifting into a deep sleep with a smile. Maybe if she was lucky she will see it one day.
Tom gazed through the window of his bedroom watching all the sea creatures that drifted in the water. Because the Slytherin dormitories were under the lake they got the view of the undersea life. It relaxed the wizard seeing the mermaids pass by, the fish and the squid gently floating to their own directions, the moonlight reflecting though the watery depths like heavenly beams of light. The whole scenery was quiet, peaceful and even tranquil to Tom. He gently pulled out his wand and with a few movements a beautiful display of swirling light presented itself to the wizard. It started to play the beautiful melody that was in Juliet's locket for Tom. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He liked the melody a lot and had even learned this spell so he could copy the song and replay it with the flick of his wand. He thought of the painting words and how they conflicted with his own thoughts of De La Lune.
He knew he shouldn't have accepted her friendship. She was nothing but trouble in his mind. She always had that stupid smile on, speaking to him like he was her equal, like she generally liked him as a friend. As if she could ever like the real Tom Marvalo Riddle. The image he tried so hard to keep up was slowly disintegrating every time the girl pulled him into her life. He wished he could show her what sort of man he really was. What cruel things he would do to a person. This way she could leave him alone as it should be. That he may continue to gain power without remorse for any poor pathetic soul that got in his way. Friends were for the weak, yet when she was around it was like he couldn't push her away, as if she and him were stuck together like glue. It angered Tom, it infuriated the Slytherin and it made him want to pull out his own hair with disgust!
"You know Tom, we're just like peanut butter and jelly!" Her voice echoed in his mind.
Stop it. We are nothing alike.
"Is it because I'm not a Slytherin? Is it because I'm not a Pure-Blood?"
You're too innocent. You will be soiled in blood if you come near me.
She smiled at him. "Tom, will you be my friend?"
He remembered her small warm hand, held gently against his cold large hand. The conflict he felt, the way his mind screamed like it was split in two. Not knowing what was right, what was better for him or her.
She was everything he hated, yet can't seem to let her go no matter how hard he tried.
Tom, gazed at the swirling light once more.
Yes, she was just like the beautiful swirl of light. So easy to destroy, so easy to break, but if you did… it could make you think you committed a crime worse than genocide.
Tom never wanted to scream in anger so loudly in all his life.
"DAMN HER!" He spat, punching the wall so hard, it drew blood.
Damn her to hell.
Seems like Tom's on his period... KIDDING, HE'S ALWAYS ON HIS PERIOD! Hop you all comment, it inspires me to write more tee hee (giggle snort)