An Owl In My Soup The cool air added a good introduction to the first of August. Coredacey woke up early that morning to get some reading done outside before everyone woke up to eat breakfast. The last couple of weeks had been great, she was really starting to like the Malfoy family as they were her. Draco and her were now best friends, really closer to boyfriend and girlfriend if you were to judge. They didn't really talk that much, in fact their usual day together would be looking out over the lake, in the back of the house, and watching the mermaids through the clear water. This was fine with her since she was not fond of talking and enjoyed the silence. Really it wasn't uncommon for her to stay up until five in the morning reading by the lake. The house elves had become accustomed to her staying up late by the lake, and on a few occasions they had to go to the lake and wake her up for breakfast. Since she would fall asleep leaning against a big oak tree. Coredacey and the house elves got along pretty well, considering them being scared of her. They would talk about the wizarding world and she kept asking them about the dark arts which they knew quit a bit about, even though they would always hold the spells secret that concerned the Malfoy family. No matter how much she tried she could not get them to talk about the unforgivable curses. She had asked them about them on many occasions, but they would always change the subject. Before going outside she decided that she would go get a few more books from the Library since she had finished all the other books. By now she had a good idea how to do most of the spells that were to be found in the dark arts section, but she was having a lot of trouble with the unforgivable curses finding something to practice them on. Even if she could find a subject she would have to be alone, which she found very hard even though the house was huge. There was always a house elf near by or one of the Malfoys. She couldn't do it while she was in her room, Eclipse probably would dislike the idea. She gathered up all the books that she had read and walked over to the library. Tinky limped over without saying a word and gathered the books, limping back off the the dark arts section. Tinky was now used to placing all the books back and knew exactly were every book in the library went. Coredacey walked off to the only part of the library that she had not yet looked through. At the end of the shelves was a statue of a snake coiled into the shape of a small door. She looked at the door looking for a door knob, but there was none to be found. She walked up to the satued door. A draging voice came out of the serpents mouth. Only those who are truly evil at heart, have great ambition and power may pass, hissed the snake. Just stick your hand in my mouth and I will see if you are worthy. Coredacey placed her shaking hand slowly into the snakes mouth. A sharp pain moved across her as the beasts fangs sheared her hand, screaming loudly she pulled her bleading hand out of its mouth. The snake moved its tongue around in its mouth to taste her blood. You have my permission to pass said the statue, your blood is pure as well as your mind. A small round skull appeared where a door knob should be. Coredacey opened the door to a dingy room full of old books lit by two flaming torches. She looked down and realized these books were not like the ones in the library. They were notebooks that had been written in by someone. She opened up one of the notebooks closest to her and started reading. The Cruciatus Curse- pain. You have to want to cause that person pain, to make them scream. The curse won't work if you feel bad about the person feeling pain, you can't have feelings or show remorse for your actions you must be truly evil at heart to commit them. Your mind must not be able to feel, for you to become a powerful wizard. Note- Cruciatus Curse September 22 Voldemort All these things must of belonged to Voldemort when he was a student at Hogwarts. It is all here all of his notes on the dark arts. She then ran across a blood and ink covered black book that made her pull her hand back in disgust. It had the words Tom Marvolo Riddle written in gold on the front of t he cover, along with a deep gash going through most of the book. Coredacey had put an enlargement charm and a feather light charm on her back pack. Which was very handy since her pack would never hold the number of books she took from the library. These books will come in handy to her for truly understanding the dark arts. She shoved the nasty book along with all the others in the bag and headed out through the way she had come. She snuck out off the library avoiding Tinkys' gaze. Trying not to wake everyone else she walked up to a statue that opened one of the many secret pasage ways in the house. She walked through the corridor looking at the dimly lit walls and down to the skeletons of rats. They had obviously been down here for a long time since some of them were turned to ash. The smell of this passage was repulsive and made her gag and cough. Finally she reached the door that opened to reveal her source of fresh air. Closing the door behind her she walked into the sun as it began to rise over the lake. Coredacey loved to come early and see the sun come up and bring forward a new day. Standing there for a minute to view the beautiful colors before she went to sit by the lake. She laid her pack on the ground and leaned her back against the oak tree near the lake. She pulled out the repulsive book to alfresco and examined it closely. The book had to have some kind of reason, and it seemed to hold a different way about it. It was definatly tied in with the dark arts. Maybe it was bewitched to kill those who were not worthy to hold it. All these thoughts could be possible, but she did not feel that they were true. The book seemed to be alive in some way she could not understand. Oculus Reparo she said in a low voice. The book was repaired to its best condition, even the words Tom Marvolo Riddle showed brightly in gold. The front cover of the book was no longer damaged and the pages were not torn. She opened the book suprised that the pages were blank and had not been written on. She grabbed a pen out of her pack and wrote her name. Before Coredacey could even blink the letters dissapeared. She nearly fell backwards at this, but she saw something in the corner of her eye and she stared back at the diary. Hello Coredacey Hope, the diary wrote back. She looked at the diary for a while then wrote back are you Voldemort. Yes, wrote the diary, Tom Marvolo Riddle unfortunatly is my real name. I have preserved my 16 year old self in this diary for many years. I would like to thank you for bringing the book back to life. Lucius did not want to bring me back because of risking him geting caught by the Ministry. The diary kept on writing back explaining about the Chamber of Secrets and how he had been defeated by a 12 year old. After a while the diary slowly wrote back. Why did you bring me back, why did you took my notebooks. I want to learn the dark arts she scribbled sloppily. I could tell you all you need to know about the subject. First could you tell me about my parents, what were they like? Well your parents were very good Wizards my dear, in the day they were among my top death eaters. They were very loyal to me and the dark arts, they were not scared of me like the others. Many times I was glad they were on my side, they could surely have defeated me if they wanted to. There power only lied when they were together though, appart they were weak. In unison they could take over the world in less than a month. They had only one weakness, they loved, they cared. I have seen people fail many times because they love; loving and the dark arts do not go well together. Just then one of the house elves could be seen hobbling up to the lake. Quickly putting Tom's things away she called out to the house elf. "Is breakfast ready yet Shermy?" "Yes mam, Shermy was told to come get you before you missed breakfast." Slinging the pack onto her back she stepped in tune behind the shaking figure which was Shermy. This time they went through the main back corridor instead of the terrible passageway she had travelled through just a few hours ago. At breakfast no one said a word due to the time of the early meal that started the day. Coredacey and Draco had started siting next to each other a few weeks ago. Draco's parents didn't seem to matter at this,for they knew of Coredacey's parents and knew she was a lot like them even though she tryed not to let it show. It was true that she liked the dark arts, but part of her wanted to stop studying them. She was torn into, part of her hating the dark arts and part of her wanted to loose all passion to pursue it as far as she could possibly go. In a way she had the same feeling about the Malfoys, even Draco. She sat adjacent to Draco thinking about how come one part of her was totally taken over by the pages in the dark arts book. For a moment her eyes flickered a black color and the veins in her neck and right arm became detectable by any eye. Her mood ceased when Shermy grabbed a plate from under her gaze. She had not even noticed that the plate was gone and was trying to remember what just happened. Everyone had finished their food and by now had stood up to go about their regular routine. Coredacey had started to go when Draco called after her. "You want to take the brooms out to play a few games?'' he asked. "Yeah, sure I think we can fit a few games in before lunch." The Malfoys had a very large Quidditch pitch to the west of the estate hidden deaply in the forest. They both grabbed a Nimbus on their way down to the west corridor. Since the pitch was so secluded in the forest they had to fly across the sea of trees to get to point. Neither of them cared about the distance they had to travel, for the view was beyond words. Draco and Coredacey usually tried to see who could catch the snitch first or took turns at chaser and keeper. Draco usually won when it came to catching the snitch but was always outscored when it came to the chaser part. Draco said ''that if she was sorted into Slytherin he would make sure she got the open position for chaser.'' They arrived at the pitch and watched the unicorns who were grazing on the field run back into the thicket before landing. There was a kind of lean to, a lot like a baseball dugout, that held the Quaffle, two Bludgers, and a single golden snitch. Even though the snitch was beautiful she liked the Quaffle the best, there was some rhythm of how she would play it back and forth between players that caught her. To her being a chaser was like being a poet changing characters in a sonnet. There was something about this art that calmed her soul and made her forget about the dark arts for a short time. Draco and Coredacey had developed a bond that could not be broken at this piont. There was something about Tom that made her feel week in the knees. She knew she wanted to become as strong as him, no stronger than him. He would be helpful at the time until she learned how to do the unforgivable curses. That's the only reason for her to need him, why else would she like him. No part of her mind screamed, I can not show love. Love is nothing but a weakness that only a fool would pursue; the potential that flowed through her Angrean blood could not be wasted on just anything. She could rule the world if she wished all she had to do was get rid off the heartbreak of passion. Passion was not worth what she would be giving up. Another voice coming to mind telling her that love was a good thing and those who did not show passion would die inside. Her ying and yang fights had started happening more often than ever and her physical changes were happening longer. The other day her eyes stayed black for twenty minutes. It usually only ended when something interrupted the trance, or when she finally snapped out of it. By this time Malfoy had opened the box and released the snitch. "Damn Coredacey", he shouted. "Your pants are on fire", he said this louder than the last phrase. Her spirit seemed to have been lost somewhere else, and when he shouted at her it flushed from her body. **************************************************************************** ********* She woke up seeing her room in a blur and a big bowl sitting on the black lowboy next to the king size bed. Tinky then came into view puting a wet cloth on Coredacey's forehead, but jumped back when she noticed that she was awake. "What happened", she finally said. "You fainted mam", she stuttered. "You need to eat your soup, I have to tell my Master that you have woken up, I leave you Mistress." Tinky dissapeared behind the door with that same old hobble she always had in her step. She now realized she was hungry and started to eat her soup. Just then an owl squeezed through the window and accidently landed in her soup bowl dropping a letter in her lap. Author Note: this chapter took me a while to write mostly because of school starting and a lack of time and reviews, but I finished that is all that matters. It may suck all the way out of hell, but I finished my sucky chapter so therefore I am happy. This chapter to me is better than the others, It is more unpredictable than previous chapters and Tom Riddle finally gets played into somebodies life who isn't stupid and believes anything he says. Coredacey may not be totally sane, but she is not stupid so there *sticking tongue out*. Please review.