Alright, here's another chapter. Have been able to get to the computer.
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And all of you want something different... I won't have much friendship stuff in this chapter though... I wrote about that in the first Chapter 9 that was deleted but I don't remember what I had written there exactly so this one is completely different... and unfortunately shorter... but still, here it is.
Chapter 9
The days went by without much happening or changing. Politeness between him and his friends. It was not the same as it had been last year, every of them knew that, but no one said it aloud.
Trelawney now foresaw Lupin's death, as she believed he was Harry, she hadn't gotten anything.
Professor Candy turned out to be unnerving, she was all the time in her lesson babbling about the war between good and evil and how great Dumbledore was and that she was completely on his side. And she always had that parrot with her, it was like Filch and Mrs. Norris, only that Jackie, the parrot, could talk and help her find rule-breaking students. Strangely, she was the first Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher Snape did not seem to dislike. Indeed Tom saw them sticking their heads together at the staff table several times, and he was not the only one who noticed. A lot of students were already talking about it. Tom got to know the solution quick.
"When we were in school, for the first time I mean, Snape was really unpopular as you know, and she was his only friend, but just as unpopular." Said Lupin when they met on the hall. "I think she was in Hufflepuff or something."
Ah, Snape's only friend... well, miracles can happen.
Tom noticed that Dumbledore kept an eye on him, although he knew that the old man still trusted him.
He still shared Voldemort's feelings through his scar. And he started dreaming about walking through long, dark corridors with a scent of fear and death in the air. He wanted to find something in this maze of corridors, a certain place, but he never reached it in his dreams.
It was really bothering Tom not to know more about that. He'd have liked to ask Voldemort, but that would have been too reckless.
On the day of Halloween the riddle was finally solved.
In the evening before, Tom was alone in the bathroom. He had come here because his scar was hurting. More then usually. Much more.
Suddenly he felt, like one time in the last year, a great feeling of triumph and joy. At the same time, as if his head was splitting in two. He screamed and laughed at the same time, losing his balance. Sitting on the floor, he then wondered what this had been about.
This question was answered on the next day by the front page headline of the Daily Prophet.
SECOND MASS-BREAKOUT IN AZKABAN
For the second time in history there has been a mass-breakout from Azkaban, the wizarding prison. This time we can tell that it was, exactly like the last time, he-who-must-not-be-named freeing his followers, known as Death Eaters. As the guards of the prison, the dementors, had already sided with them, the prison, was guarded by members of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad sent by the Ministry of Magic. All of them have been killed in the attack. The ministry, that was responsible for the safety of the prison, has again failed.
Tom was a bit shocked, but he had known that something had happened. Dumbledore talked to him in private and asked him if he had had any idea of that before. Tom told him that he had felt pain in his scar in the evening but had not considered it so important.
"From now on, inform me every time your scar hurts, please." Said Dumbledore. Tom promised.
The breakout was now the conversation topic number one in Hogwarts. Most people were worried, some even hysterical.
Malfoy was happy. "Now that father is free again we'll see who has the last word..." he told Lupin who reacted adult-like and didn't even look at him, which couldn't wipe the smirk off Malfoy's face, so Ron just made him vomit snails, which did indeed work. It also worked to get Ron a long detention with Snape.
There were several students who were related to the killed people. Tom wasn't sure whether to feel sorry for them. He was torn between happiness about his father's triumph and his conscience.
He knew that this night they were to meet in the Chamber of Secrets, and Tom was impatiently waiting for that, but the day just wouldn't go by. It had so many hours and minutes and seconds... so long to wait...
Right after the Halloween feast that was held in a much worse mood that usual and ended quite early, he went to Myrtle's bathroom.
"What are you doing here?" she snapped when she saw him. "This is a girls' bathroom! You're not a girl!"
"I'm sorry, Myrtle, but I need to go in here. You let me be here before, actually." He said.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" asked Myrtle, looking insulted. "I don't know you."
"Yes you do." Said Tom. He knew he could trust her. "It's me, Harry, I only look different."
"And you expect me to believe that now." Said Myrtle.
"I'll explain it to you, okay?" Tom told her the whole story without letting anything out, even how he had stayed with Voldemort over the summer and was now supposed to meet him at one o'clock.
"Okay, I think I believe you." Said Myrtle hesitantly. "So the guy who caused my death is your father?"
"Um... actually... yes."
"Cool, I mean, I'm dead because of him, that's bad, but when Olive Hornby came in here and found my body..."
Tom listened to the story of Olive Hornby, which was definitely not short. When Myrtle had finished, it was time to go down to the chamber.
"I need to go now, Myrtle." He said. "Please don't talk to anybody about what I've told you, alright? Because I don't want them to know."
"I swear that I won't." she said, proud that he trusted her so much. "I can keep secrets."
Tom smiled at her and hissed at the sink "Open!"
It moved and the hole appeared in the wall. He got in and slithered down and went into the Chamber of Secrets.
No one was there yet. He walked around and looked at the stone monuments and columns. He had not had a good look at them the last time he had been here, but now he noticed how beautiful they were. He wondered where the basilisk was. It looked like someone had cleaned the room up. There were no more signs from the fight in Tom's second year. The Tom from the diary had talked about the strange similarities between them. If he had known...
"Waiting for someone?" a cold, high-pitched voice asked from behind him.
"Yes, for you." Tom said and turned around to find Lord Voldemort standing there. They looked into each others eyes for a moment, then Tom asked "What has happened to the basilisk?"
"I cleaned up a bit here." Said Voldemort, looking around. "The place means much to me."
"So you've got your Death Eaters back now." Stated Tom.
"Obviously." Said his father. "I know you don't like them, but don't be angry, you know that I do things like that."
"Yeah, it's okay with me." Said Tom. And that was true.
The Dark Lord smiled his twisted lipless smile.
"Anyways, what happened to you in the meantime? Do you still have these dreams?"
"Yes, I dreamed about these strange dark corridors all the time." Said Tom. "And about you talking to a woman. She gave you some papers or so."
"Well, I'd say the corridors are those in Azkaban. I've been thinking about it a lot. They have turned it into a maze, you know. The kind where you get in peril danger at every wrong turn. Wise move, I must say. But dear Hestia Jones, she must have been the one you saw, is a spy for me in the Order of the Phoenix. She got the plans from the ministry for me." Explained Voldemort. "What's it like here with the old fool and all?"
Tom told him all about Dumbledore, the new teacher, how he didn't know how to get along with his friends anymore, and that he had just talked to Myrtle.
"I have thought about our communication problem." Said Voldemort after he had finished and gave Tom some kind of black eraser. "This is an eraser of secrets. There are always two that fit together, I have the other one. When you write me a letter, rub it with that and what you have written will turn invisible, and I can make it visible again with my one. And the other way round. So if our letters are intercepted, no one will be able to read them, even if they own an eraser of secrets, no other will work."
"That's good." Said Tom and put the eraser into his pocket. "I'd like to know what Dumbledore is planning to do now. I mean, he has to react to that breakout somehow."
"Me too." Said Voldemort. "He has to do something, many people are relying on him now. And I'm sure he's wondering why he didn't get any information about it before. Might have noticed by now that I didn't believe that traitor Snape a word when he said that he wanted to come back that night. Arrived just in time for having received instructions from the muggle- lover."
"And what are you planning to do now?"
"Well, find out what your headmaster is up to."
"If I find out anything I'll tell you." Said Tom. It dawned on him that he had just offered Voldemort, the Dark Lord, to spy for him.
"If you don't mind..." said Voldemort with a clearly doubtful tone in his voice.
"I don't." said Tom determined. He had not offered his services to the Dark Lord, he had offered them to his father. And that made a difference.
Tom had to go to bed now, it would have looked suspicious if he had stayed.
He said goodbye and sneaked off to the Slytherin dungeon.
That was it for today, but I'll update as soon as I can. Next chapter will probably be more about the characters' interaction.
First I want to thank all my reviewers:
HermioneGreen
Kate Lynn
jez two
hgfhgfdjfjgf
Shania Maxwell
Launigsiae
Norrie
HoshiHikari4ever
Sara (bewareofgodhotmail.com)
Fiery Phoenix
jeangab057
MikiBaby
amber-eyez
'Mes
cassie
Slimpun
HecateDeMort
Ranchan17
Carya
MerlinHalliwell
n6uos
ShatteredxDream
And all of you want something different... I won't have much friendship stuff in this chapter though... I wrote about that in the first Chapter 9 that was deleted but I don't remember what I had written there exactly so this one is completely different... and unfortunately shorter... but still, here it is.
Chapter 9
The days went by without much happening or changing. Politeness between him and his friends. It was not the same as it had been last year, every of them knew that, but no one said it aloud.
Trelawney now foresaw Lupin's death, as she believed he was Harry, she hadn't gotten anything.
Professor Candy turned out to be unnerving, she was all the time in her lesson babbling about the war between good and evil and how great Dumbledore was and that she was completely on his side. And she always had that parrot with her, it was like Filch and Mrs. Norris, only that Jackie, the parrot, could talk and help her find rule-breaking students. Strangely, she was the first Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher Snape did not seem to dislike. Indeed Tom saw them sticking their heads together at the staff table several times, and he was not the only one who noticed. A lot of students were already talking about it. Tom got to know the solution quick.
"When we were in school, for the first time I mean, Snape was really unpopular as you know, and she was his only friend, but just as unpopular." Said Lupin when they met on the hall. "I think she was in Hufflepuff or something."
Ah, Snape's only friend... well, miracles can happen.
Tom noticed that Dumbledore kept an eye on him, although he knew that the old man still trusted him.
He still shared Voldemort's feelings through his scar. And he started dreaming about walking through long, dark corridors with a scent of fear and death in the air. He wanted to find something in this maze of corridors, a certain place, but he never reached it in his dreams.
It was really bothering Tom not to know more about that. He'd have liked to ask Voldemort, but that would have been too reckless.
On the day of Halloween the riddle was finally solved.
In the evening before, Tom was alone in the bathroom. He had come here because his scar was hurting. More then usually. Much more.
Suddenly he felt, like one time in the last year, a great feeling of triumph and joy. At the same time, as if his head was splitting in two. He screamed and laughed at the same time, losing his balance. Sitting on the floor, he then wondered what this had been about.
This question was answered on the next day by the front page headline of the Daily Prophet.
SECOND MASS-BREAKOUT IN AZKABAN
For the second time in history there has been a mass-breakout from Azkaban, the wizarding prison. This time we can tell that it was, exactly like the last time, he-who-must-not-be-named freeing his followers, known as Death Eaters. As the guards of the prison, the dementors, had already sided with them, the prison, was guarded by members of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad sent by the Ministry of Magic. All of them have been killed in the attack. The ministry, that was responsible for the safety of the prison, has again failed.
Tom was a bit shocked, but he had known that something had happened. Dumbledore talked to him in private and asked him if he had had any idea of that before. Tom told him that he had felt pain in his scar in the evening but had not considered it so important.
"From now on, inform me every time your scar hurts, please." Said Dumbledore. Tom promised.
The breakout was now the conversation topic number one in Hogwarts. Most people were worried, some even hysterical.
Malfoy was happy. "Now that father is free again we'll see who has the last word..." he told Lupin who reacted adult-like and didn't even look at him, which couldn't wipe the smirk off Malfoy's face, so Ron just made him vomit snails, which did indeed work. It also worked to get Ron a long detention with Snape.
There were several students who were related to the killed people. Tom wasn't sure whether to feel sorry for them. He was torn between happiness about his father's triumph and his conscience.
He knew that this night they were to meet in the Chamber of Secrets, and Tom was impatiently waiting for that, but the day just wouldn't go by. It had so many hours and minutes and seconds... so long to wait...
Right after the Halloween feast that was held in a much worse mood that usual and ended quite early, he went to Myrtle's bathroom.
"What are you doing here?" she snapped when she saw him. "This is a girls' bathroom! You're not a girl!"
"I'm sorry, Myrtle, but I need to go in here. You let me be here before, actually." He said.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" asked Myrtle, looking insulted. "I don't know you."
"Yes you do." Said Tom. He knew he could trust her. "It's me, Harry, I only look different."
"And you expect me to believe that now." Said Myrtle.
"I'll explain it to you, okay?" Tom told her the whole story without letting anything out, even how he had stayed with Voldemort over the summer and was now supposed to meet him at one o'clock.
"Okay, I think I believe you." Said Myrtle hesitantly. "So the guy who caused my death is your father?"
"Um... actually... yes."
"Cool, I mean, I'm dead because of him, that's bad, but when Olive Hornby came in here and found my body..."
Tom listened to the story of Olive Hornby, which was definitely not short. When Myrtle had finished, it was time to go down to the chamber.
"I need to go now, Myrtle." He said. "Please don't talk to anybody about what I've told you, alright? Because I don't want them to know."
"I swear that I won't." she said, proud that he trusted her so much. "I can keep secrets."
Tom smiled at her and hissed at the sink "Open!"
It moved and the hole appeared in the wall. He got in and slithered down and went into the Chamber of Secrets.
No one was there yet. He walked around and looked at the stone monuments and columns. He had not had a good look at them the last time he had been here, but now he noticed how beautiful they were. He wondered where the basilisk was. It looked like someone had cleaned the room up. There were no more signs from the fight in Tom's second year. The Tom from the diary had talked about the strange similarities between them. If he had known...
"Waiting for someone?" a cold, high-pitched voice asked from behind him.
"Yes, for you." Tom said and turned around to find Lord Voldemort standing there. They looked into each others eyes for a moment, then Tom asked "What has happened to the basilisk?"
"I cleaned up a bit here." Said Voldemort, looking around. "The place means much to me."
"So you've got your Death Eaters back now." Stated Tom.
"Obviously." Said his father. "I know you don't like them, but don't be angry, you know that I do things like that."
"Yeah, it's okay with me." Said Tom. And that was true.
The Dark Lord smiled his twisted lipless smile.
"Anyways, what happened to you in the meantime? Do you still have these dreams?"
"Yes, I dreamed about these strange dark corridors all the time." Said Tom. "And about you talking to a woman. She gave you some papers or so."
"Well, I'd say the corridors are those in Azkaban. I've been thinking about it a lot. They have turned it into a maze, you know. The kind where you get in peril danger at every wrong turn. Wise move, I must say. But dear Hestia Jones, she must have been the one you saw, is a spy for me in the Order of the Phoenix. She got the plans from the ministry for me." Explained Voldemort. "What's it like here with the old fool and all?"
Tom told him all about Dumbledore, the new teacher, how he didn't know how to get along with his friends anymore, and that he had just talked to Myrtle.
"I have thought about our communication problem." Said Voldemort after he had finished and gave Tom some kind of black eraser. "This is an eraser of secrets. There are always two that fit together, I have the other one. When you write me a letter, rub it with that and what you have written will turn invisible, and I can make it visible again with my one. And the other way round. So if our letters are intercepted, no one will be able to read them, even if they own an eraser of secrets, no other will work."
"That's good." Said Tom and put the eraser into his pocket. "I'd like to know what Dumbledore is planning to do now. I mean, he has to react to that breakout somehow."
"Me too." Said Voldemort. "He has to do something, many people are relying on him now. And I'm sure he's wondering why he didn't get any information about it before. Might have noticed by now that I didn't believe that traitor Snape a word when he said that he wanted to come back that night. Arrived just in time for having received instructions from the muggle- lover."
"And what are you planning to do now?"
"Well, find out what your headmaster is up to."
"If I find out anything I'll tell you." Said Tom. It dawned on him that he had just offered Voldemort, the Dark Lord, to spy for him.
"If you don't mind..." said Voldemort with a clearly doubtful tone in his voice.
"I don't." said Tom determined. He had not offered his services to the Dark Lord, he had offered them to his father. And that made a difference.
Tom had to go to bed now, it would have looked suspicious if he had stayed.
He said goodbye and sneaked off to the Slytherin dungeon.
That was it for today, but I'll update as soon as I can. Next chapter will probably be more about the characters' interaction.