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Okay, so here's the next part of the story then!
Chapter 7
The rest of the summer went over rather fast. Tom still didn't wake up from his very real dream. He quickly got used to life at Riddle Manor and Voldemort taught him a few things to be really able to defend himself. He could do an extraordinarily good shield charm now and became better at Transfiguration. He could now also do Occlumency and Legilimency, to detect lies. He found that it was much easier to learn if your teacher wasn't called Severus Snape. He had, after his father had persuaded him that it would not make him the next dark Lord (which had taken him a long time and a lot of nerves), agreed to learn the Unforgivable Curses.
Tom and Sylvie became really good friends. She was quite funny sometimes. But he wasn't completely sure if he liked Nagini, though he also talked to her sometimes. He just didn't feel comfortable in her presence. Maybe that was because she used to eat humans.
He had a big room for himself, but he spent most of his time in the huge library where his father used to work. None of the Death Eaters knew who he was, he rarely met one of them, for most were in Azkaban. Bellatrix asked once, after that neither she nor any other Death Eater tried again.
He had read the Hogwarts letter Dumbledore had given him and needed t buy new school supplies.
He was accepted in the NEWT-classes for Charms (A), Transfiguration (E), Potions (E) (surely McGonagall had told Dumbledore about his career advice, two more terrible, Snape-filled years, at least he wasn't his favorite victim anymore), Care of Magical Creatures (O), Defense Against the Dark Arts (O) (who'll be teaching it this year, it can't be worse than Umbridge), Herbology (A), Astronomy (A), Divination (D) (Passed?!! Well, Trelawney did say that exams were unimportant.).
He had failed History (D), what wasn't a big surprise.
He went to Diagon Alley a week before the term started.
He bought his potion supplies first, then he went to Flourish and Blott's, the bookstore. The shopkeeper came to him.
"Good morning, can I help you?"
"Yes, um, I need..." Tom searched for his list, "I need Advanced Charms by Dana Cadley, Advanced Transfiguration by Dana Cadley , Advanced Potions by Ned Lemmel, The Most Interesting Magical Creatures by Jake Fernando, Practical Defense Techniques by Maureen Donovan, Magical Herbs and their Uses by Andrea Jennings, Advanced Astronomy by Martin Smith , Learn to See by Lan Chi."
"Wait a moment, I'll get them for you." The man left.
"We need to get your wand next." Tom heard a familiar voice say. "It's a shame it broke."
"I'm sorry, grandma." Another familiar voice said quietly. Tom turned around. There were Neville Longbottom and his grandmother.
"No, don't be sorry. I'm very proud of you. You fought the Death Eaters, just like Alice and Frank. That's our family spirit. I told all my friends about it." Mrs. Longbottom said, straightening herself up proudly and looking down on Neville from impressive height.
"Thank you grandma." Neville sounded relieved. Tom smiled, Neville had really been brave in the Department of Mysteries. He had deserved the old woman's acknowledgment.
"Here are your books." The shopkeeper was back and gave him the books. Tom paid and left the shop.
Then he bought a new quill and wanted to go back. But on the way he saw a new shop. He hadn't thought about this until now! In front of him was Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.
He opened the door and went in. The next moment he regretted it. He was from head to feed covered in Stinksap. He looked up and saw a small poison- green thing hanging in the door. He pointed his wand at himself and said "Scourgify!". The Stinksap remained.
"It's seven sickles." Fred said, grinning. He and George were standing in front of Tom, enjoying themselves. "Works a hundred times. Doesn't get off till it's empty. It'll vanish in five minutes."
"Oh, hello, Fred and George." Tom said without thinking.
"Hello. Wait, do we know you?" Fred asked staring at Tom.
'A lie, I need a lie. Now! Think!' Tom thought. "Oh, I..., I heard about you. That's where I know your names."
"How did you hear about us?" George asked.
"So you're really Fred and George, right? A student from Hogwarts told me about what you did last year, I'm going there this year." He said. That was possible. 'Please, believe me!'
"Oh, that's cool, we're famous." Fred said. "Who told you?"
"I don't remember the name." Tom lied.
"So, what do you mean, you're going there this year?" George asked. "Weren't you there last year?"
"No, I was in Durmstrang." Tom explained.
"Blimey! We had your schoolmates at Hogwarts a year in the Triwizard, of course you know that. You'll love Hogwarts, you can buy things here to make your life there a lot more action-packed, I can tell you that." Fred told him.
'Exactly what I need, more action in my life.' he thought dryly. "What things?"
In the end Tom left Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes with a set of fireworks, they were just so beautiful, an in-the-door-hanging-and Stinksap-spraying thing, a potion to make someone grow big rabbit ears and a fluffy tail, a Skieving Snackbox and a swamp. You never know what you need these for.
When he left, Fred called after him "Try to get into Gryffindor, that's the best!"
Tom got home through the fire again (Sylvie made it), where Voldemort awaited him.
"Did you get your things?" asked Voldemort.
"Yes, I did."
"Good. For when you are at school- I cannot write you letters under the headmaster's nose, and there are wards everywhere around the castle, so we will not be able to communicate telepathically. I thought it would be the best if we decided on a meeting time and place."
"Yes, the idea's good, I think."
"So be in the Chamber of Secrets on Halloween at one o'clock, then."
"Okay."
A week later, on September the 1st Tom got to King's Cross by subway from the Leaky Cauldron. He went on the train and looked for Ron and Hermione. They were sitting in a compartment together with- himself?! Oh, no, that was Lupin...
He entered the compartment and shut the door. "Hi guys, um, it's me."
"Harry?!" asked Hermione gaping at him. Ron looked very unbelieving. Lupin/Harry looked expectantly at him.
"The one and only", Tom said, smiling.
"Harry!!!!!" Hermione hugged him so tightly he could hardly breathe. He couldn't speak.
"Now, don't kill him right now." Lupin said.
Hermione let go of Tom. "Sorry, Harry. Where have you been? What has happened? Dumbledore didn't let us write you again. He said you'd look different, you really do! But he said that you changed your name, why? Because of Voldemort?"
'Why does she have to talk so fast?' "Well, kind of. It's long to explain. Hello Hermione, Ron, um, Remus." Tom said down.
"hello, how are you?" was the first thing that came from Ron. "Sorry for us not writing, we tried but Dumbledore noticed it and made up a barrier."
"I didn't write you either, so that's okay, I won't start yelling again." Tom said, and the others laughed.
"Our summer was extremely boring, I can tell you that, mate. There's the last fun gone at Grimmauld Place without you or Sirius." Ron said, then looked horrorstruck. "Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned..."
"It's okay" said Tom quietly. 'Don't think about him, that'll get your mood down again!' he reminded himself. Everyone looked down to the floor uncomfortably. It was Hermione who broke the silence.
"Now, you were about to explain us something, I believe."
"Yeah, right." 'Where am I to start? Will they understand?' "So, I've got a different name now. It's... Tom."
"Tom?!" Ron asked.
"Yeah, um, Tom Riddle." 'Great done, really!'
The others stared at Tom. "Like Riddle from the diary? Voldemort?" Hermione asked. "Why- Why that?"
"Well, um..." he began. 'Just tell them! They're my friends, they'll still be.' "You know, Voldemort was actually married once, and Dumbledore killed his wife, but not his child, and,... and don't flip now,... that was me and I'm Voldemort's son." 'At least the worst is over now, isn't it?'
They stared at him even more intensely.
"Good joke" Ron said at last. "and what did really happen?"
"That's not a matter to make fun of." Said Lupin, though it was difficult to imagine he was Lupin because he was an exact image of Harry Potter.
"I... I don't think he was making fun." Said Hermione sounding unsure, then to Tom "Were you?"
"No, I was not." He answered.
Silence.
Tom Had many times worried about how they would react, but he had never questioned they'd all immediately believe him. Now it appeared to him as if he had been a bit stupid, the whole thing sounded just so impossible. There was no way everyone would understand it so fast, he had needed time to truly realize it himself.
"You were not." Stated Ron slowly.
"I was not."
"You're Voldemort's son."
"I am."
"Oh."
Lupin coughed. "That makes no sense."
Tom raised his eyebrows. "Why not?"
"You're Lily and James' child."
"What makes you so sure?"
Lupin thought hard. "Nothing, now that I think about it. You were just always theirs."
"They adopted me. Lily Potter was my mother's best friend at school."
"Oh, so your mother, wasn't she Sirius' cousin, Matilda Black?"
"Yes she was! So you knew her too!"
"Not well, but she seemed okay, though."
Hermione made a small whining noise. "So it's true..." she whispered.
"I. Don't. Believe. It." Said Ron, his face white. "Oh. My. God."
Lupin apparently took it best. He asked "Does Voldemort know that?"
"No", Tom lied. He couldn't tell them that. "He believes Dumbledore has killed me, too."
"D-Dumbledore killed your mother?" Hermione asked.
"Yes he did." Tom told them about his dream, and how Dumbledore had taken him to the Leaky Cauldron. They were shocked. Of course, they had just heard that Albus Dumbledore, the great, always-knowing-everything, always- fighting-the-evil, old wizard was a murderer himself.
"But... you can't be his son." Said Ron.
"Why not?"
"You just... can't. I mean, he's You-Know-Who, evil guy, he can't marry, have children, last of all YOU. 'Cause you're the Boy-Who-Lived and all, Dumbledore must be mistaken."
"I wished he was." Tom said, what had once been the truth, but was now a lie.
"He is!" Ron shouted. "He has to be!"
Hermione looked worried. "Ron, see, that's not so bad, it won't change so much, so don't get upset now. I'm shocked too, but Harry- or Tom, needs our assistance now, right, not us claiming it's not true. No one would say something like that if it wasn't true!"
Lupin stood up. "Tom and I will just go out and talk about something, all right?"
Tom wondered what this was about, but followed Lupin out.
"They'll need time to think about everything you just told us, and I thought they can do that better alone, you see. Why don't we stay in an empty compartment and talk a little more?" said Lupin.
"Yeah, okay.", said Tom, now being alone with his clone. 'This is so strange!'
They walked through the train looking for an empty compartment.
"Harry!" a voice screamed. Ginny Weasley.
'Oh, no, if I have to tell another person I'm going crazy.' Tom thought and whispered to Lupin "Go with her, please, I don't want to explain everything again, I'll go somewhere else."
"I can understand that." Lupin whispered back and walked towards Ginny. Tom entered the nearest compartment. It was a completely wrong choice. He could have entered every single other compartment on the train, so why this one, for heaven's sake?
In the compartment were Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Oh, hello Riddle.", Malfoy said in some kind of aristocratic way. "So, you decided to join us here."
'Decided? The only thing I'd decide is to get your fucking ass to the other end of the universe, idiot!' Politely he said "Hello Malfoy. Yes, I did."
Malfoy looked pleased and started telling Tom about Hogwarts ('as if I didn't know that yet'), about what a horrible person Harry Potter was, and, of course, most of the time, about himself. Draco Malfoy, the greatest person who ever lived, excellent at school ('since when?'), wonderful Quidditch player ('hem, hem, Snitch over his ear and missing it'), handsome, intelligent, and all together just perfect. Tom was extremely bored, but listened to Malfoy's speech, agreeing every few minutes. He had no chance to get away to his friends, so he had to wait to talk to them again until after the sorting, when he would be sitting at Gryffindor table with them and pretending to having met them for the first time and making friends. Malfoy would hate him again soon enough then.
When they arrived at Hogsmeade station, they climbed into the carriages pulled by Thestrals. Tom really liked those animals, they were beautiful in their own way. They were brought right to the castle of Hogwarts. Tom acted as though he had never seen it before, and said "Wow!" when he saw it. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, who he still hadn't managed to get rid of, told him that inside it was even better and guided him to the Great Hall with the other students.
Tom had to wait together with the first years to be sorted. Dumbledore stood up and everyone became silent.
"Welcome back at Hogwarts!" he started "Now there's a new exciting year in front of us, last year a lot of things went different, and I believe a lot of you were not very pleased with the changes. We've been trying to get things back to their usual way. All these Educational Decrees don't have to be followed anymore, as I myself think they are quite stupid. And I'm sure that most of you" he looked over to the Slytherin table, "are frightened because of the return of Lord Voldemort. I need to remind you, that here, in the walls of this castle you are safe from dangers from outside. And there will be a new sixth year to be sorted, Tom Riddle. He has transferred from Durmstrang and will be sorted first. Now, let the sorting begin!"
McGonagall brought in the hat and read the first name on her list, which was of course
"Tom Riddle!"
Tom sat on the chair. Everyone was looking at him.
McGonagall put the sorting hat onto his head, it had nearly touched him...
"SLYTHERIN!"
So, this was it for today.
I hope you liked it, just tell me about it, okay?
You could also tell me what you want to happen, I'd love to keep that in mind.
Just REVIEW!
Star Mage: Yes, thank you for the help!
Insanechildfanfic: Thanks!
'Mes: thank you, I like these long reviews, I think Ron will at least be upset.
scholcomp25: Thank you!
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Bianca: Thanks!
Wo Ai Ni16: Really? Thank you!
Despairing Angel: Thanks!
some person who just read your story: 1) yes, of course he will 2) sorry, that's a bit too late 3) he will be
Andromeda Snape-Malfoy: Thanks!
hemionegreen: Thank you, I hope so too! (oh, I'm writing the story!)
Okay, so here's the next part of the story then!
Chapter 7
The rest of the summer went over rather fast. Tom still didn't wake up from his very real dream. He quickly got used to life at Riddle Manor and Voldemort taught him a few things to be really able to defend himself. He could do an extraordinarily good shield charm now and became better at Transfiguration. He could now also do Occlumency and Legilimency, to detect lies. He found that it was much easier to learn if your teacher wasn't called Severus Snape. He had, after his father had persuaded him that it would not make him the next dark Lord (which had taken him a long time and a lot of nerves), agreed to learn the Unforgivable Curses.
Tom and Sylvie became really good friends. She was quite funny sometimes. But he wasn't completely sure if he liked Nagini, though he also talked to her sometimes. He just didn't feel comfortable in her presence. Maybe that was because she used to eat humans.
He had a big room for himself, but he spent most of his time in the huge library where his father used to work. None of the Death Eaters knew who he was, he rarely met one of them, for most were in Azkaban. Bellatrix asked once, after that neither she nor any other Death Eater tried again.
He had read the Hogwarts letter Dumbledore had given him and needed t buy new school supplies.
He was accepted in the NEWT-classes for Charms (A), Transfiguration (E), Potions (E) (surely McGonagall had told Dumbledore about his career advice, two more terrible, Snape-filled years, at least he wasn't his favorite victim anymore), Care of Magical Creatures (O), Defense Against the Dark Arts (O) (who'll be teaching it this year, it can't be worse than Umbridge), Herbology (A), Astronomy (A), Divination (D) (Passed?!! Well, Trelawney did say that exams were unimportant.).
He had failed History (D), what wasn't a big surprise.
He went to Diagon Alley a week before the term started.
He bought his potion supplies first, then he went to Flourish and Blott's, the bookstore. The shopkeeper came to him.
"Good morning, can I help you?"
"Yes, um, I need..." Tom searched for his list, "I need Advanced Charms by Dana Cadley, Advanced Transfiguration by Dana Cadley , Advanced Potions by Ned Lemmel, The Most Interesting Magical Creatures by Jake Fernando, Practical Defense Techniques by Maureen Donovan, Magical Herbs and their Uses by Andrea Jennings, Advanced Astronomy by Martin Smith , Learn to See by Lan Chi."
"Wait a moment, I'll get them for you." The man left.
"We need to get your wand next." Tom heard a familiar voice say. "It's a shame it broke."
"I'm sorry, grandma." Another familiar voice said quietly. Tom turned around. There were Neville Longbottom and his grandmother.
"No, don't be sorry. I'm very proud of you. You fought the Death Eaters, just like Alice and Frank. That's our family spirit. I told all my friends about it." Mrs. Longbottom said, straightening herself up proudly and looking down on Neville from impressive height.
"Thank you grandma." Neville sounded relieved. Tom smiled, Neville had really been brave in the Department of Mysteries. He had deserved the old woman's acknowledgment.
"Here are your books." The shopkeeper was back and gave him the books. Tom paid and left the shop.
Then he bought a new quill and wanted to go back. But on the way he saw a new shop. He hadn't thought about this until now! In front of him was Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.
He opened the door and went in. The next moment he regretted it. He was from head to feed covered in Stinksap. He looked up and saw a small poison- green thing hanging in the door. He pointed his wand at himself and said "Scourgify!". The Stinksap remained.
"It's seven sickles." Fred said, grinning. He and George were standing in front of Tom, enjoying themselves. "Works a hundred times. Doesn't get off till it's empty. It'll vanish in five minutes."
"Oh, hello, Fred and George." Tom said without thinking.
"Hello. Wait, do we know you?" Fred asked staring at Tom.
'A lie, I need a lie. Now! Think!' Tom thought. "Oh, I..., I heard about you. That's where I know your names."
"How did you hear about us?" George asked.
"So you're really Fred and George, right? A student from Hogwarts told me about what you did last year, I'm going there this year." He said. That was possible. 'Please, believe me!'
"Oh, that's cool, we're famous." Fred said. "Who told you?"
"I don't remember the name." Tom lied.
"So, what do you mean, you're going there this year?" George asked. "Weren't you there last year?"
"No, I was in Durmstrang." Tom explained.
"Blimey! We had your schoolmates at Hogwarts a year in the Triwizard, of course you know that. You'll love Hogwarts, you can buy things here to make your life there a lot more action-packed, I can tell you that." Fred told him.
'Exactly what I need, more action in my life.' he thought dryly. "What things?"
In the end Tom left Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes with a set of fireworks, they were just so beautiful, an in-the-door-hanging-and Stinksap-spraying thing, a potion to make someone grow big rabbit ears and a fluffy tail, a Skieving Snackbox and a swamp. You never know what you need these for.
When he left, Fred called after him "Try to get into Gryffindor, that's the best!"
Tom got home through the fire again (Sylvie made it), where Voldemort awaited him.
"Did you get your things?" asked Voldemort.
"Yes, I did."
"Good. For when you are at school- I cannot write you letters under the headmaster's nose, and there are wards everywhere around the castle, so we will not be able to communicate telepathically. I thought it would be the best if we decided on a meeting time and place."
"Yes, the idea's good, I think."
"So be in the Chamber of Secrets on Halloween at one o'clock, then."
"Okay."
A week later, on September the 1st Tom got to King's Cross by subway from the Leaky Cauldron. He went on the train and looked for Ron and Hermione. They were sitting in a compartment together with- himself?! Oh, no, that was Lupin...
He entered the compartment and shut the door. "Hi guys, um, it's me."
"Harry?!" asked Hermione gaping at him. Ron looked very unbelieving. Lupin/Harry looked expectantly at him.
"The one and only", Tom said, smiling.
"Harry!!!!!" Hermione hugged him so tightly he could hardly breathe. He couldn't speak.
"Now, don't kill him right now." Lupin said.
Hermione let go of Tom. "Sorry, Harry. Where have you been? What has happened? Dumbledore didn't let us write you again. He said you'd look different, you really do! But he said that you changed your name, why? Because of Voldemort?"
'Why does she have to talk so fast?' "Well, kind of. It's long to explain. Hello Hermione, Ron, um, Remus." Tom said down.
"hello, how are you?" was the first thing that came from Ron. "Sorry for us not writing, we tried but Dumbledore noticed it and made up a barrier."
"I didn't write you either, so that's okay, I won't start yelling again." Tom said, and the others laughed.
"Our summer was extremely boring, I can tell you that, mate. There's the last fun gone at Grimmauld Place without you or Sirius." Ron said, then looked horrorstruck. "Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned..."
"It's okay" said Tom quietly. 'Don't think about him, that'll get your mood down again!' he reminded himself. Everyone looked down to the floor uncomfortably. It was Hermione who broke the silence.
"Now, you were about to explain us something, I believe."
"Yeah, right." 'Where am I to start? Will they understand?' "So, I've got a different name now. It's... Tom."
"Tom?!" Ron asked.
"Yeah, um, Tom Riddle." 'Great done, really!'
The others stared at Tom. "Like Riddle from the diary? Voldemort?" Hermione asked. "Why- Why that?"
"Well, um..." he began. 'Just tell them! They're my friends, they'll still be.' "You know, Voldemort was actually married once, and Dumbledore killed his wife, but not his child, and,... and don't flip now,... that was me and I'm Voldemort's son." 'At least the worst is over now, isn't it?'
They stared at him even more intensely.
"Good joke" Ron said at last. "and what did really happen?"
"That's not a matter to make fun of." Said Lupin, though it was difficult to imagine he was Lupin because he was an exact image of Harry Potter.
"I... I don't think he was making fun." Said Hermione sounding unsure, then to Tom "Were you?"
"No, I was not." He answered.
Silence.
Tom Had many times worried about how they would react, but he had never questioned they'd all immediately believe him. Now it appeared to him as if he had been a bit stupid, the whole thing sounded just so impossible. There was no way everyone would understand it so fast, he had needed time to truly realize it himself.
"You were not." Stated Ron slowly.
"I was not."
"You're Voldemort's son."
"I am."
"Oh."
Lupin coughed. "That makes no sense."
Tom raised his eyebrows. "Why not?"
"You're Lily and James' child."
"What makes you so sure?"
Lupin thought hard. "Nothing, now that I think about it. You were just always theirs."
"They adopted me. Lily Potter was my mother's best friend at school."
"Oh, so your mother, wasn't she Sirius' cousin, Matilda Black?"
"Yes she was! So you knew her too!"
"Not well, but she seemed okay, though."
Hermione made a small whining noise. "So it's true..." she whispered.
"I. Don't. Believe. It." Said Ron, his face white. "Oh. My. God."
Lupin apparently took it best. He asked "Does Voldemort know that?"
"No", Tom lied. He couldn't tell them that. "He believes Dumbledore has killed me, too."
"D-Dumbledore killed your mother?" Hermione asked.
"Yes he did." Tom told them about his dream, and how Dumbledore had taken him to the Leaky Cauldron. They were shocked. Of course, they had just heard that Albus Dumbledore, the great, always-knowing-everything, always- fighting-the-evil, old wizard was a murderer himself.
"But... you can't be his son." Said Ron.
"Why not?"
"You just... can't. I mean, he's You-Know-Who, evil guy, he can't marry, have children, last of all YOU. 'Cause you're the Boy-Who-Lived and all, Dumbledore must be mistaken."
"I wished he was." Tom said, what had once been the truth, but was now a lie.
"He is!" Ron shouted. "He has to be!"
Hermione looked worried. "Ron, see, that's not so bad, it won't change so much, so don't get upset now. I'm shocked too, but Harry- or Tom, needs our assistance now, right, not us claiming it's not true. No one would say something like that if it wasn't true!"
Lupin stood up. "Tom and I will just go out and talk about something, all right?"
Tom wondered what this was about, but followed Lupin out.
"They'll need time to think about everything you just told us, and I thought they can do that better alone, you see. Why don't we stay in an empty compartment and talk a little more?" said Lupin.
"Yeah, okay.", said Tom, now being alone with his clone. 'This is so strange!'
They walked through the train looking for an empty compartment.
"Harry!" a voice screamed. Ginny Weasley.
'Oh, no, if I have to tell another person I'm going crazy.' Tom thought and whispered to Lupin "Go with her, please, I don't want to explain everything again, I'll go somewhere else."
"I can understand that." Lupin whispered back and walked towards Ginny. Tom entered the nearest compartment. It was a completely wrong choice. He could have entered every single other compartment on the train, so why this one, for heaven's sake?
In the compartment were Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Oh, hello Riddle.", Malfoy said in some kind of aristocratic way. "So, you decided to join us here."
'Decided? The only thing I'd decide is to get your fucking ass to the other end of the universe, idiot!' Politely he said "Hello Malfoy. Yes, I did."
Malfoy looked pleased and started telling Tom about Hogwarts ('as if I didn't know that yet'), about what a horrible person Harry Potter was, and, of course, most of the time, about himself. Draco Malfoy, the greatest person who ever lived, excellent at school ('since when?'), wonderful Quidditch player ('hem, hem, Snitch over his ear and missing it'), handsome, intelligent, and all together just perfect. Tom was extremely bored, but listened to Malfoy's speech, agreeing every few minutes. He had no chance to get away to his friends, so he had to wait to talk to them again until after the sorting, when he would be sitting at Gryffindor table with them and pretending to having met them for the first time and making friends. Malfoy would hate him again soon enough then.
When they arrived at Hogsmeade station, they climbed into the carriages pulled by Thestrals. Tom really liked those animals, they were beautiful in their own way. They were brought right to the castle of Hogwarts. Tom acted as though he had never seen it before, and said "Wow!" when he saw it. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, who he still hadn't managed to get rid of, told him that inside it was even better and guided him to the Great Hall with the other students.
Tom had to wait together with the first years to be sorted. Dumbledore stood up and everyone became silent.
"Welcome back at Hogwarts!" he started "Now there's a new exciting year in front of us, last year a lot of things went different, and I believe a lot of you were not very pleased with the changes. We've been trying to get things back to their usual way. All these Educational Decrees don't have to be followed anymore, as I myself think they are quite stupid. And I'm sure that most of you" he looked over to the Slytherin table, "are frightened because of the return of Lord Voldemort. I need to remind you, that here, in the walls of this castle you are safe from dangers from outside. And there will be a new sixth year to be sorted, Tom Riddle. He has transferred from Durmstrang and will be sorted first. Now, let the sorting begin!"
McGonagall brought in the hat and read the first name on her list, which was of course
"Tom Riddle!"
Tom sat on the chair. Everyone was looking at him.
McGonagall put the sorting hat onto his head, it had nearly touched him...
"SLYTHERIN!"
So, this was it for today.
I hope you liked it, just tell me about it, okay?
You could also tell me what you want to happen, I'd love to keep that in mind.
Just REVIEW!