A/N: Sorry everyone, this took longer than I expected, I had a little writer block, but its sort now.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, other than my characters and the plot, which is obvious because this is a fanfic...

I sat still, refusing to move and refusing to talk, I wouldn't dare make a sound, with Tom's hand wrapped around mine, it was a muggle funeral, since my dad had muggle friends coming here, we were inside a huge church and my mum was stood at the front doing a speech about my dad, silence filled the church as her sad words echoed around it. She spoke about how wonderful my father was and how he helped people and saved their lives every day, when she was finished my brother James stood up and walked to the front, his eyes red from crying, he spoke about how our dad was his idol and how he was always there for us. Then when he finished and sat down my mum nudged me. It was my turn.

I slowly got up, not wanting to let go of Tom's hand, but I had to, I slowly walked to the front of the hall and turned to face everyone. I looked at everyone's faces, their expressions were sad as they looked up at me with teary eyes. My dad was a man with many friends. I opened my mouth to speak but words wouldn't come out. I took a deep, shaky breath. "I haven't really planned anything to say," I said quietly, although it was loud enough to be heard, my voice was shaky "how can I plan to say something about my dad? I could try and plan something for hours but it would never be enough. My dad was… he was a great person; he helped people all the time and always made time for us. He loved life and he saved it all the time. When I was about five, I found a small bird in my garden with a broken wing, it wasn't able to fly and it wouldn't survive, my dad helped fix its wing and fed it and when it was healed, he let it go home. He cherished life and love. He believed that there could be peace in the world and that 'even in the darkest of places there would always be light'" I had to pause for a second, my dad always told me that, it was difficult saying it without crying. I took another deep breath "He didn't deserve to die, he was too good for this death." I slowly walked over to the piano at the front "My dad loved music, when he was home the house would be full of the beautiful songs he wrote, so now I think it's right for me to play one, since it's a part of him." I sat down and played a song that he taught me when I was younger. I lightly pressed the keys since it was a gentle and peaceful song. I could hear his voice singing to it.

"Look at this beautiful world,

With all the colours swirled.

Smell the beautiful scents,

This is a blessed event.

You don't need to stop and stare,

Because life is everywhere,

It's a part of you and it's a part of me."

He loved everything beautiful in the world, he was so kind and he was loved for it. I stood up quietly "I know that he's dead, but that doesn't mean he's gone. There is a part of him everywhere, not just in our hearts and memory, when you look at the stars on a cloudless night, he's there watching down at the world." I said and then I walked back to my seat. I felt the feeling of emptiness again, I held Tom's hand as other people started to talk about my dad, wishing that it would end soon, so I wouldn't feel this pain.

After Tom guided me out of the church, I wasn't looking where we were going, I was just staring at my father's coffin being carried out, we stopped walking and were now standing outside looking at a hole that had been dug up for my father's coffin. I didn't want to watch this, but I couldn't move my eyes away from it, so I stood there staring, trying to be strong by not crying, I refused to cry anymore, in fact I had no tears left to cry. This was my father, and he was gone. He was dead. Could I have stopped it? Is there a way to bring him back? I knew the answer, no. I zoned out while standing there, I was brought back to the funeral when my mum handed me a white thornless rose, I placed it on top of my father's coffin and stepped back looking at it. Then we had to throw some mud on top of the coffin, I held the mud in my hands saying a final silent goodbye, "Goodbye daddy, I love you" I whispered before putting the mud on the coffin. Then they buried the coffin completely and it was over.

I went back to Hogwarts not wanting to spend any more time with my family, because my family was a constant reminder that my dad was gone for good.

When we got back Tom got me some hot chocolate from the kitchen, we then sat at one of the five tables in the kitchen silently. When we got back to the Slytherin common room everyone was in there and a fight was going on between some first years. "You're a blood traitor!" One was shouting, while his group of friends chanted "Blood traitor! Blood traitor!" over and over again. Then the other one who was a girl was shouting back "Am not! I'm not a blood traitor! I hate mudbloods!" Their little and rather stupid argument had turned into a fight with had gotten them a crowd.

"For God sake" Tom muttered under his breath. "Everyone stop and get out of here" he said loudly, so people could hear, his voice was so calm but at the same time full of authority. A voice that you didn't want to mess with. Everyone turned around and realised it was Tom who had spoken and then they started to walk away and the arguing first years ran into their dorms. We sat on one of the sofas "Don't let anyone see you're in pain," He whispered to me "or they will use it against you" I nodded knowing he was trying to help me. "It might be hard, but you need to forget, remembering will only hold you back"

I leant against him with my head on his shoulder and that's when I heard it. The cold and cruel voice in the walls, it was loud and aggressive but at the same time it was like a whisper. It sent chills down my spine, whatever it was it was bad, and it wanted to kill.

"KILLLLLLLLLLLL!" The voice said "KILLLLLLL!" The word was repeated over and over again through the walls. And then suddenly it stopped, everything was silent, like it never happened. I looked at Tom "Did you hear that?" I asked him "The voice?"

The corners of his mouth turned up into an evil smile, even with the evil smile he looked… beautiful, it would unnerve other people, but not me, Tom would never hurt me. "Yes, I heard it." He said with excitement in his voice.

"What was it?" I asked him

"I found it, and opened it," He said, and then I knew what it was without him saying. "I opened the chamber of secrets"

Then that voice… that voice was the monster inside it, and it was out and ready to kill.

A/N: Ok, so I'm hoping this chapter was good and thank you for the reviews!

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