A happy new year everybody!
Sorry for not updating so long. I visited my grandma after Christmas.
And thanks for the reviews!
Allyanna: Thanks, that helped me a lot! I didn't expect to get such a long review... these are good ideas. I'll try to put them in. I'd never have noticed that with the signed reviews if you hadn't said.
hermionegreen: thank you, you reviewed my second chapter too! Your questions will be answered in time.
Chapter 3
When Narcissa disapparated, Tom (I'll write that from now on cause it's his real name) started to regret going after the Malfoys. For how long would he be stuck with that annoying idiot now?
"You have got enough time, don't you?" Malfoy asked.
"Yes, I have." Said Tom.
"Where do you want to go? To the Quidditch shop?"
"Yeah, that's great." Even Malfoy couldn't make Quidditch bad.
So they went to the Quidditch shop and looked at the racing brooms.
"I want to buy a firebolt, but I'm not allowed until father's back." Malfoy said. "Potter's got one, too. Makes his big head even bigger. The boy makes me sick, really."
Tom didn't answer, he was busy controlling his temper. Suddenly his scar hurt and for a moment he felt a terrible sadness and emptiness. He rubbed his forehead. Malfoy cast him a questioning look.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, ouch, my head..."
"Do you need to sit down?"
"No, I'm okay. No need to worry."
"Good. Let's go to meet mother. Besides, where do you stay when you have no parents?"
"I have a room in the Leaky Cauldron until I term starts."
"You'll like Hogwarts."
They met Mrs. Malfoy at the ice cafe (is that right?) and Draco immediately started trying to convince her to get a firebolt. "Not before your father is back!" she snapped.
"When will they get him out?" her son asked unnerved.
"Draco, I do not know, he hasn't told me anything. We will go home now."
"Well, I'll leave you then." Said Tom feeling very uncomfortable. Draco looked angry, and he didn't like to listen to an argument. "See you at school then."
"Bye. But Mum, I want..."
Tom hurried to the Leaky Cauldron into his room. He sat on his bed. A few minutes he just stared into the air. He didn't feel like himself anymore. Why had he been nice to Malfoy? He hadn't needed to, at school he would be with Ron and Hermione again and Malfoy would hate him anyway. But still, it was as if Harry Potter was a different person in another life. He looked down and saw a box lying next to him on the bed. It was the same box that Dumbledore had had in his office. He immediately knew it was his. He just knew. There was also a note.
Your mother left this for you.
"Open." Tom whispered. The snakes that held the lid closed moved to the sides and it opened. Inside the box were things, on top was a letter. It was written in a very small handwriting. It was difficult to read because it looked as if the writer's hand had been shaking. He took it out and read.
My dear Tom!
I am sorry for that I cannot be with you and help you growing up. I would feed you and educate you and play with you. Your father would become more and more powerful and he would give you everything you desire and protect us. We would be a happy family. I am so very sorry for that we are never going to be. Because when you will finally read this letter I will have been dead for sixteen years. I do not know how things will be then. If you and your father are still alive, of course you are when you are able to read this letter. And my best friend Lily and her husband, did they raise you? If you can, tell Lily that I forgive her. Dumbledore does not seem to want you as an enemy at the moment, so it is possible that you think he is a good man like lots of people do. But, please believe me, he is not. I am not saying I am a good person, neither is your father. But we are your family, and Dumbledore wants to destroy us. Even if you are told to hate your father, please give him at least a chance. He is not a bad person at all. I cannot write any more even though there is so much left to say. Take care of yourself. In love
Your mother Matilda Riddle
A tear rolled down Tom's face. He put the letter aside and took a pile of photos out of the box. He looked at his parents. There were some pictures of Matilda in a beautiful white wedding dress with flowers in her hand next to Tom Riddle senior in a black suit. Tom recognized him as the boy from the diary, though was older he hadn't changed much. No red eyes yet. They were smiling happily and waving at Tom. In fact they looked just like a normal couple. There were some more photos of them together or alone and some at school. They really didn't look evil, Tom thought. He could have looked at the photos for hours but there was still something lying inside the box. It was a silver necklace with an emerald in the shape of a snake. There was a note, too.
Your father gave this to me. He has got the other one. We could always talk to each other telepathically through them. Unfortunately at the moment it doesn't work because of a spell that is put on Hogwarts.
Tom now noticed that he was crying. He put the things back into the box and remained sitting on his bed.
I'm sorry this was a short chapter but I'll post the next one soon.
And thanks for the reviews!
Allyanna: Thanks, that helped me a lot! I didn't expect to get such a long review... these are good ideas. I'll try to put them in. I'd never have noticed that with the signed reviews if you hadn't said.
hermionegreen: thank you, you reviewed my second chapter too! Your questions will be answered in time.
Chapter 3
When Narcissa disapparated, Tom (I'll write that from now on cause it's his real name) started to regret going after the Malfoys. For how long would he be stuck with that annoying idiot now?
"You have got enough time, don't you?" Malfoy asked.
"Yes, I have." Said Tom.
"Where do you want to go? To the Quidditch shop?"
"Yeah, that's great." Even Malfoy couldn't make Quidditch bad.
So they went to the Quidditch shop and looked at the racing brooms.
"I want to buy a firebolt, but I'm not allowed until father's back." Malfoy said. "Potter's got one, too. Makes his big head even bigger. The boy makes me sick, really."
Tom didn't answer, he was busy controlling his temper. Suddenly his scar hurt and for a moment he felt a terrible sadness and emptiness. He rubbed his forehead. Malfoy cast him a questioning look.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, ouch, my head..."
"Do you need to sit down?"
"No, I'm okay. No need to worry."
"Good. Let's go to meet mother. Besides, where do you stay when you have no parents?"
"I have a room in the Leaky Cauldron until I term starts."
"You'll like Hogwarts."
They met Mrs. Malfoy at the ice cafe (is that right?) and Draco immediately started trying to convince her to get a firebolt. "Not before your father is back!" she snapped.
"When will they get him out?" her son asked unnerved.
"Draco, I do not know, he hasn't told me anything. We will go home now."
"Well, I'll leave you then." Said Tom feeling very uncomfortable. Draco looked angry, and he didn't like to listen to an argument. "See you at school then."
"Bye. But Mum, I want..."
Tom hurried to the Leaky Cauldron into his room. He sat on his bed. A few minutes he just stared into the air. He didn't feel like himself anymore. Why had he been nice to Malfoy? He hadn't needed to, at school he would be with Ron and Hermione again and Malfoy would hate him anyway. But still, it was as if Harry Potter was a different person in another life. He looked down and saw a box lying next to him on the bed. It was the same box that Dumbledore had had in his office. He immediately knew it was his. He just knew. There was also a note.
Your mother left this for you.
"Open." Tom whispered. The snakes that held the lid closed moved to the sides and it opened. Inside the box were things, on top was a letter. It was written in a very small handwriting. It was difficult to read because it looked as if the writer's hand had been shaking. He took it out and read.
My dear Tom!
I am sorry for that I cannot be with you and help you growing up. I would feed you and educate you and play with you. Your father would become more and more powerful and he would give you everything you desire and protect us. We would be a happy family. I am so very sorry for that we are never going to be. Because when you will finally read this letter I will have been dead for sixteen years. I do not know how things will be then. If you and your father are still alive, of course you are when you are able to read this letter. And my best friend Lily and her husband, did they raise you? If you can, tell Lily that I forgive her. Dumbledore does not seem to want you as an enemy at the moment, so it is possible that you think he is a good man like lots of people do. But, please believe me, he is not. I am not saying I am a good person, neither is your father. But we are your family, and Dumbledore wants to destroy us. Even if you are told to hate your father, please give him at least a chance. He is not a bad person at all. I cannot write any more even though there is so much left to say. Take care of yourself. In love
Your mother Matilda Riddle
A tear rolled down Tom's face. He put the letter aside and took a pile of photos out of the box. He looked at his parents. There were some pictures of Matilda in a beautiful white wedding dress with flowers in her hand next to Tom Riddle senior in a black suit. Tom recognized him as the boy from the diary, though was older he hadn't changed much. No red eyes yet. They were smiling happily and waving at Tom. In fact they looked just like a normal couple. There were some more photos of them together or alone and some at school. They really didn't look evil, Tom thought. He could have looked at the photos for hours but there was still something lying inside the box. It was a silver necklace with an emerald in the shape of a snake. There was a note, too.
Your father gave this to me. He has got the other one. We could always talk to each other telepathically through them. Unfortunately at the moment it doesn't work because of a spell that is put on Hogwarts.
Tom now noticed that he was crying. He put the things back into the box and remained sitting on his bed.
I'm sorry this was a short chapter but I'll post the next one soon.