Chapter III: Three Years
The years passed by quickly for Tom. Three years seemed like nothing to him.
He grew closer to his two friends, Damien and Dustin, and yet they remained his only
companions. The three boys were distant and intimidating to the other students, and
Tom prefered it that way.
As Tom learned more magic, he only hungered for more. He was easily the
best student in his class. All the teachers loved him...except for one. The
Transfiguration teacher, Abus Dumbledore. The professor wasn't unfair to him or
anything, quite the opposite. Professor Dumbledore was an excellent teacher, and all
the students found him amazing. Dumbledore would always be courteous and
understanding towards Tom, but whenever he was near him, Tom felt ill at ease. It was
almost as if Dumbledore could read his thoughts; as if he knew all of Tom's secrets.
And Tom had many secrets. Unbeknownst to everyone except for Damien and
Dustin, he had been studying curses, hexes, spells, and potions that he knew most
adult wizards couldn't possibly do. Being a favorite student, Tom was given access to
the restricted section of the library, where he had obtained many books about the dark
arts. Tom was fascinated with anything that had to do with the dark arts. He knew he
shouldn't get interested in that kind of thing, but in truth, Tom couldn't see what was
wrong with it. It was just like other type of magic...just a little more aggressive.
So most of Tom's extra time was spent either with his friends or learning new
spells. Three years were gone before you could say "Avada Kadavra."
The years passed by quickly for Tom. Three years seemed like nothing to him.
He grew closer to his two friends, Damien and Dustin, and yet they remained his only
companions. The three boys were distant and intimidating to the other students, and
Tom prefered it that way.
As Tom learned more magic, he only hungered for more. He was easily the
best student in his class. All the teachers loved him...except for one. The
Transfiguration teacher, Abus Dumbledore. The professor wasn't unfair to him or
anything, quite the opposite. Professor Dumbledore was an excellent teacher, and all
the students found him amazing. Dumbledore would always be courteous and
understanding towards Tom, but whenever he was near him, Tom felt ill at ease. It was
almost as if Dumbledore could read his thoughts; as if he knew all of Tom's secrets.
And Tom had many secrets. Unbeknownst to everyone except for Damien and
Dustin, he had been studying curses, hexes, spells, and potions that he knew most
adult wizards couldn't possibly do. Being a favorite student, Tom was given access to
the restricted section of the library, where he had obtained many books about the dark
arts. Tom was fascinated with anything that had to do with the dark arts. He knew he
shouldn't get interested in that kind of thing, but in truth, Tom couldn't see what was
wrong with it. It was just like other type of magic...just a little more aggressive.
So most of Tom's extra time was spent either with his friends or learning new
spells. Three years were gone before you could say "Avada Kadavra."