AN: Sorry for the long wait! I do apologize but junior year of high school is extremely trying and well...I'm lazy. :) Anyway Here's the next chapter and it's extra long for those of you who were patiently waiting. Anyway's I'm going a little into the past for more background on how the Bertie's beans are affecting the story and I quite like the little twist I've added. Anyway's I hope you enjoy. And I'll be sure to put up the next chapter sooner - which it'll be a continuation in the past just to make sure everything's cleared up~ Until then :D

It must be the beans

*Many years ago, in a time not quite yet forgotten*

"Tom! Quickly now, we haven't got much time."

Tom Riddle, otherwise known as Lord Voldemort, stiffened at the sound of the voice. It looked like his entire body had turned into stone, his face paled and he lost all the concentration he'd previously held on the piece of parchment in front of him.

"Myrtle."

The name came out chocked and made Myrtle frown at the hesitance in his voice. Sighing, she quickly locked the bathroom door before walking over to stand in front of him. He was seated on one of the benches pushed up against the northern wall and situated diagonally from the sinks in the middle of the room. His back was pushed up against the wall and from what she could see he was working on the transfiguration essay.

With a small smirk she tsked in disapproval.

"Tut, tut. Mr. Riddle what will I ever do with you? That paper's due in three days, shouldn't you have already finished by now? But don't worry I won't tell anyone. We wouldn't want anyone to think any less of the perfect prefect, now would we?"

His eyes instantly narrowed and a scowl appeared on his face. Myrtle on the other hand only showed amusement at his annoyance.

"Myrtle, we both know that this is an extremely serious (haha Sirius) matter. I would appreciate it if you would treat it as so."

The smile wiped clear off her face and her eyes hardened in distaste.

"I am taking this very seriously and I don't need you questioning me, Riddle."

After a moment of tense silence, Myrtle calmed down enough to give him a small smile.

"But I guess that's not what's bothering you, is it?"

Tom Riddle clenched his jaw tightly and quickly got up from the bench; gently – Tom Riddle always kept his composure – pushing aside his papers in the process.

'No, that wasn't what was bothering him. Because, how could something like a petty argument bother him, when something much more pressing was?' Tom thought while starting to pace around the room.

The thoughts about what he was about to do, kept whirling around in his head before he suddenly stopped pacing. In that moment he truly wanted to pull on his hair and scream. Instead, he made up his mind and stalked over to the small brunette, making sure to tower above her in the most menacing way he could.

"Myrtle, I've decided we won't be going through with this charade and instead we'll forget it ev-"

The slap that hit him was extremely unsuspected. Because what kind of person would knowingly slap the next Dark Lord?

'Only Myrtle.' And a small smirk tugged at his lips at the thought.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle! We have spent too much time and energy planning this out. For the past two years we've been pretending we don't know each other! And with Dumbledore sniffing down your back that hasn't been all rainbows and kittens! Not to mention the trouble we've gone through to make sure everything is set for tonight! Pretending to be an annoying wimp and allowing those idiotic twats' to call me those horrid names! Not to mention the information the struggle to get that information you've been after for so long – just think of all the wizards who don't know what you do just because they think it Dark Magic! And The BEANS! So help me Tom Riddle if you back out of this I'll seriously consider killing you, working with Dumbledore to find a way to revive you, and then killing you again!"

By the end of the rant Myrtle was panting, her checks were flushed and her throat was beginning to ache from the abuse. The heat from the adrenaline rush however quickly went away when she took in his hardened face and cold eyes. Then, from her peripheral vision she saw his hand moving quickly to her face. She flinched thinking he was probably going to smack her and quite possibly torture her afterwards. However, she was pleasantly surprised when he merely stroked the side of her face with one of his long pale fingers. For a second she thought he'd miraculously forget her little lapse in judgment before she heard his voice ring out harshly.

"Ms. Westheimer, you'd do well to hold your tongue before I must do so for you."

Myrtle flinched at the sound of her last name and quickly and quietly apologized. The threat however held no real holding over her. Not since that morining when she'd finally realized their plan was almost complete.

"Sorry Tom…"

Tom sighed and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He'd forgiven her before she'd even uttered the apology. He was slightly irritated at the fact that he was becoming soft but quickly squished the feeling.

'Because if things went as planned he'd never….'

"Myrtle, the only reason I suggested,"

Myrtle silently scoffed in her mind, 'His suggestions sounded much more like orders to her.'

"it was because…well, are you really…" As his voice broke Tom quickly cleared his throat, annoyed at the weakness. He ran another hand through his hair to give him more time to compose himself. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" He paused. "You know I won't remember…."

The silent 'you' went unspoken and Myrtle's eyes closed. She opened them when cool fingers again caressed her face.

"I know Tom…and it saddens me that I'll be the only one who'll remember. But like I've told you before, this is what I want Tom. The memories haunt me and I-if the only purpose in my life is to help you achieve your goals, then I'll do it. Besides," a small smile spread across her face, "I'd love to one up the old bastard. It'll serve him right for giving me an Acceptable on my last transfiguration essay."

Tom smirked at the thought of catching Dumbledore off guard.

'But did the gains out way the losses?' Looking back down at Myrtle he couldn't say that they did.

Myrtle, realizing how close they were standing, backed up a few paces before reaching down into her satchel. Rummaging through it for a couple seconds, she pulled out a small black book with a small 'aha' She handed it out to him and smiled at the confused look on his face.

"My father gave it to me as a child but I've never been bothered to write in it. So I'd thought…well that you could use it for, well…you know. This way even though you won't remember, there'll still be a small part of me with you."

She paused and started getting nervous when he merely continued to look at her and her outstretched hand.

"I know it's cheesy but I really want you to have it….umm this way even when I do d-"

Her voice was quickly cut off when she was suddenly pressed up against his chest.

"Just shut up Myrtle."

Myrtle stood frozen, completely shocked at what was happening.

'He's hugging me…Tom Riddle is hugging me?!'

Slowly she detached her arms from her sides and reached out to hug him back. Yes. Tom Riddle, soon to be darkest wizard of all time was hugging Myrtle Westheimer.

And the only thought ringing through her head after realizing what he was doing was, 'They must've served a batch of bad beans for dinner…'