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Chapter 10
The next morning Hermione pulled Tom into an empty classroom on the way to breakfast.
"What the-"he said, but Hermione cut him off.
"It's terrible!" she said desperately. "Lavender has been crying her eyes all day yesterday, and she still is, and we just can't help her. Her father used to work for the ministry and guard Azkaban and he died in the breakout. And she's not the only one. We have to do something!"
"But what?" asked Tom. He knew that, he had also seen more that one person crying yesterday.
"What if we start the DA again? You and Lupin could lead it together." asked Hermione.
"That won't bring anyone back either, and we still won't be able to save people." Said Tom, not seeing any sense in that.
"No, but think about the department of Mysteries, if we hadn't known that stuff there... and after what happened yesterday a lot more people would do anything to learn it. We could make it an official organization for everybody this time. Please Tom, at least think about it!" said Hermione breathlessly.
"Okay, I'll think about it if it's so important to you." Said Tom.
"Thank you", said Hermione, regaining her normal confident tone of voice. "Let's go to breakfast now, I still have to finish my homework before class."
"You haven't finished your homework?! Of all people, YOU?!" Tom asked amazedly.
"No, I was helping Parvati comfort Lavender all day."
"And Ron?" asked Tom.
Hermione shifted uncomfortably. "He... he was with... with Ginny..." she said hesitantly.
Tom knew there was more about this, but he also knew that he wouldn't get it from Hermione at the moment.
So they went to breakfast. Later Tom sat down in the common room and wrote a letter to Voldemort.
Dear father,
My friend Hermione has asked me to start the DA again. I think I have already told you about it, Dumbledore's Army. I guess she'll insist on it, and I can understand that she wants to do it but I don't want to get in your way. What do you think I should do?
Yours, Tom
He rubbed the letter with the eraser and sealed it. Then he stood up to go to the owlery, but Malfoy stopped him.
"Who are you sending that letter to?" he asked interestedly.
"That's none of your business." Said Tom harshly. What was Malfoy thinking, he could always poke his nose into other people's business?
Malfoy glared angrily at Tom, then turned around with dignity and went over to Crabbe and Goyle.
Tom didn't care and went to the owlery. He picked one of the school owls and tied the letter to its leg.
"Take this to Lord Voldemort, okay?" he said.
The owl hooted and flew away. Tom wanted to go towards the exit, but froze when he saw Draco Malfoy standing in the door, a smirk on his face.
"So, we're a supporter of the Dark Lord, are we not?" said Malfoy softly.
"I don't see why that concerns you," said Tom coldly, "but no, you're wrong."
"Why did you write a letter to him, then?" insisted Malfoy.
"As I said before, that does not concern you. But I tell you to keep out of this, for your own good." Tom walked past an angry looking Malfoy, leaving him there.
He went to the dormitory and threw himself on his bed, furious. Sylvie stuck her head out of his pocket.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Malfoy! How dare he! He spied on me and saw me sending a letter to Voldemort. And now I have no idea what he'll do, what if he tells somebody?"
"Oh. You want me to spy on him?" suggested Sylvie. "So that I can tell you what he does. And he won't see me, I promise. It would be so much fun."
"Okay." said Tom, calmed down by her enthusiasm.
"Cool, I'll start immediately." With that Sylvie was gone.
At dinner Tom looked for Ron to find out what Hermione hadn't told him, but when he had reached Gryffindor table he and Ginny were gone.
He didn't get any opportunity to talk to them the next days and he tried to avoid Hermione until he had received an answer from Voldemort. Malfoy had done nothing but ignoring Tom.
A few days later the school owl brought him a letter at breakfast. He pocketed it to read it later when he was alone. Malfoy was watching him curiously, for the first time in days he stopped ignoring Tom. But when Tom noticed, he immediately concentrated on his toast again.
In the break Tom went outside and stood in a corner at the wall where nobody was close and opened his letter and made it visible.
My dear Tom,
If you want to you can of course continue the DA. I do not believe you will get in my way too much. On the contrary, it will look like nothing had changed between us to the old fool. Tell me when your next Hogsmead weekend is, and if you want to meet me there.
Your father, Lord Voldemort
"Hey, Tom," said Hermione who had just turned up next to Tom. "Took me a while to find you, here in this corner. What have you got there?" She pointed to the letter in Tom's hand.
Absolutely no privacy. "Oh, that's just a letter..." he put it away quickly. "Anyways, why have you been looking for me?"
"To ask you if you have decided about the DA yet. So have you?"
"Um... yes, I think we should do it." Said Tom.
Hermione's face lit up. "That'll be great! Can you go and ask Professor Dumbledore?"
"Yes, why not. Besides, what's Ron's opinion about this? I haven't been able to talk to him for days."
Hermione's face fell. She struggled to speak. "Oh, well... he... er... I mean, you know him... we just have to be a little patient with him, that's all..."
"Hermione, what exactly do you mean with that?" asked Tom sharply.
"Um, just... Oh, Tom!" exclaimed Hermione. "He said that you had known about the breakout because of your scar and that you didn't say anything to cover Voldemort!"
"He said WHAT?" said Tom shocked.
"I know," said Hermione, now on the edge of tears, "I didn't believe him, of course, but he convinced Ginny. I had a horrible argument with them, but they just keep refusing to believe me!"
"Oh... that's... I think I have to be alone for a while, okay?" said Tom, still completely shocked.
"Yes, of course." Said Hermione sadly. "We have Care of Magical Creatures next, I'll excuse you."
"Thanks." Tom hurried to Myrtle's bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him, then sank down to the floor and leaned on the wall. He'd stay in this bathroom until the evening, he didn't want to meet Ron in class.
"Are you mad?" snapped Myrtle. She had jumped into the air at the noise. But when she saw Tom her tone became worried. "What's the matter?"
"I don't believe it, I just don't believe it..." Tom said, more to himself than to Myrtle. "I mean, I knew they didn't take it well, but that they would do something like that... I didn't expect that..."
It felt like last year when Percy had written that letter to Ron... only that this time, he thought with a new wave of despair, it was not so untrue...
"They are not right, you know." Myrtle said in a comforting voice.
"What?" asked Tom and looked up at her confused.
"They said something mean about you, didn't they?"
"Er- yes..."
"They always do. And sometimes you even believe they're right, that's the worst. But go your way, even if you think they are right. Let them hate you, but don't let them get to you and hide in a bathroom. Trust me, I have experience." Myrtle sounded confident, Tom didn't know her like that. He couldn't suppress a slight smile.
"Go back to class at once." Myrtle ordered strictly. "And don't show any weakness or you'll end up like me."
Tom gave in and went to Care of Magical Creatures. This was probably some kind of personal war for Myrtle, too.
Hermione was amazed to see him back so fast. They worked together on their Ougle, a small weasel-like creature with poisonous fangs. Ron worked with Lupin and not even once looked over to Tom and Hermione.
After class he wrote back to Voldemort.
Dear father,
The next Hogsmead weekend is next weekend. Of course I want to meet you. I don't really know what to do at the moment, Ron who was my best friend is not talking to me anymore. Neither is his sister, Ginny. They think I had covered you when my scar hurt. Hermione told me. And now I have to talk to Dumbledore about the DA. That'll be fun.
Yours, Tom
He sealed the letter and let a school owl deliver it again, this time carefully looking if anyone followed him. You make mistakes to learn out of them.
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Chapter 10
The next morning Hermione pulled Tom into an empty classroom on the way to breakfast.
"What the-"he said, but Hermione cut him off.
"It's terrible!" she said desperately. "Lavender has been crying her eyes all day yesterday, and she still is, and we just can't help her. Her father used to work for the ministry and guard Azkaban and he died in the breakout. And she's not the only one. We have to do something!"
"But what?" asked Tom. He knew that, he had also seen more that one person crying yesterday.
"What if we start the DA again? You and Lupin could lead it together." asked Hermione.
"That won't bring anyone back either, and we still won't be able to save people." Said Tom, not seeing any sense in that.
"No, but think about the department of Mysteries, if we hadn't known that stuff there... and after what happened yesterday a lot more people would do anything to learn it. We could make it an official organization for everybody this time. Please Tom, at least think about it!" said Hermione breathlessly.
"Okay, I'll think about it if it's so important to you." Said Tom.
"Thank you", said Hermione, regaining her normal confident tone of voice. "Let's go to breakfast now, I still have to finish my homework before class."
"You haven't finished your homework?! Of all people, YOU?!" Tom asked amazedly.
"No, I was helping Parvati comfort Lavender all day."
"And Ron?" asked Tom.
Hermione shifted uncomfortably. "He... he was with... with Ginny..." she said hesitantly.
Tom knew there was more about this, but he also knew that he wouldn't get it from Hermione at the moment.
So they went to breakfast. Later Tom sat down in the common room and wrote a letter to Voldemort.
Dear father,
My friend Hermione has asked me to start the DA again. I think I have already told you about it, Dumbledore's Army. I guess she'll insist on it, and I can understand that she wants to do it but I don't want to get in your way. What do you think I should do?
Yours, Tom
He rubbed the letter with the eraser and sealed it. Then he stood up to go to the owlery, but Malfoy stopped him.
"Who are you sending that letter to?" he asked interestedly.
"That's none of your business." Said Tom harshly. What was Malfoy thinking, he could always poke his nose into other people's business?
Malfoy glared angrily at Tom, then turned around with dignity and went over to Crabbe and Goyle.
Tom didn't care and went to the owlery. He picked one of the school owls and tied the letter to its leg.
"Take this to Lord Voldemort, okay?" he said.
The owl hooted and flew away. Tom wanted to go towards the exit, but froze when he saw Draco Malfoy standing in the door, a smirk on his face.
"So, we're a supporter of the Dark Lord, are we not?" said Malfoy softly.
"I don't see why that concerns you," said Tom coldly, "but no, you're wrong."
"Why did you write a letter to him, then?" insisted Malfoy.
"As I said before, that does not concern you. But I tell you to keep out of this, for your own good." Tom walked past an angry looking Malfoy, leaving him there.
He went to the dormitory and threw himself on his bed, furious. Sylvie stuck her head out of his pocket.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Malfoy! How dare he! He spied on me and saw me sending a letter to Voldemort. And now I have no idea what he'll do, what if he tells somebody?"
"Oh. You want me to spy on him?" suggested Sylvie. "So that I can tell you what he does. And he won't see me, I promise. It would be so much fun."
"Okay." said Tom, calmed down by her enthusiasm.
"Cool, I'll start immediately." With that Sylvie was gone.
At dinner Tom looked for Ron to find out what Hermione hadn't told him, but when he had reached Gryffindor table he and Ginny were gone.
He didn't get any opportunity to talk to them the next days and he tried to avoid Hermione until he had received an answer from Voldemort. Malfoy had done nothing but ignoring Tom.
A few days later the school owl brought him a letter at breakfast. He pocketed it to read it later when he was alone. Malfoy was watching him curiously, for the first time in days he stopped ignoring Tom. But when Tom noticed, he immediately concentrated on his toast again.
In the break Tom went outside and stood in a corner at the wall where nobody was close and opened his letter and made it visible.
My dear Tom,
If you want to you can of course continue the DA. I do not believe you will get in my way too much. On the contrary, it will look like nothing had changed between us to the old fool. Tell me when your next Hogsmead weekend is, and if you want to meet me there.
Your father, Lord Voldemort
"Hey, Tom," said Hermione who had just turned up next to Tom. "Took me a while to find you, here in this corner. What have you got there?" She pointed to the letter in Tom's hand.
Absolutely no privacy. "Oh, that's just a letter..." he put it away quickly. "Anyways, why have you been looking for me?"
"To ask you if you have decided about the DA yet. So have you?"
"Um... yes, I think we should do it." Said Tom.
Hermione's face lit up. "That'll be great! Can you go and ask Professor Dumbledore?"
"Yes, why not. Besides, what's Ron's opinion about this? I haven't been able to talk to him for days."
Hermione's face fell. She struggled to speak. "Oh, well... he... er... I mean, you know him... we just have to be a little patient with him, that's all..."
"Hermione, what exactly do you mean with that?" asked Tom sharply.
"Um, just... Oh, Tom!" exclaimed Hermione. "He said that you had known about the breakout because of your scar and that you didn't say anything to cover Voldemort!"
"He said WHAT?" said Tom shocked.
"I know," said Hermione, now on the edge of tears, "I didn't believe him, of course, but he convinced Ginny. I had a horrible argument with them, but they just keep refusing to believe me!"
"Oh... that's... I think I have to be alone for a while, okay?" said Tom, still completely shocked.
"Yes, of course." Said Hermione sadly. "We have Care of Magical Creatures next, I'll excuse you."
"Thanks." Tom hurried to Myrtle's bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him, then sank down to the floor and leaned on the wall. He'd stay in this bathroom until the evening, he didn't want to meet Ron in class.
"Are you mad?" snapped Myrtle. She had jumped into the air at the noise. But when she saw Tom her tone became worried. "What's the matter?"
"I don't believe it, I just don't believe it..." Tom said, more to himself than to Myrtle. "I mean, I knew they didn't take it well, but that they would do something like that... I didn't expect that..."
It felt like last year when Percy had written that letter to Ron... only that this time, he thought with a new wave of despair, it was not so untrue...
"They are not right, you know." Myrtle said in a comforting voice.
"What?" asked Tom and looked up at her confused.
"They said something mean about you, didn't they?"
"Er- yes..."
"They always do. And sometimes you even believe they're right, that's the worst. But go your way, even if you think they are right. Let them hate you, but don't let them get to you and hide in a bathroom. Trust me, I have experience." Myrtle sounded confident, Tom didn't know her like that. He couldn't suppress a slight smile.
"Go back to class at once." Myrtle ordered strictly. "And don't show any weakness or you'll end up like me."
Tom gave in and went to Care of Magical Creatures. This was probably some kind of personal war for Myrtle, too.
Hermione was amazed to see him back so fast. They worked together on their Ougle, a small weasel-like creature with poisonous fangs. Ron worked with Lupin and not even once looked over to Tom and Hermione.
After class he wrote back to Voldemort.
Dear father,
The next Hogsmead weekend is next weekend. Of course I want to meet you. I don't really know what to do at the moment, Ron who was my best friend is not talking to me anymore. Neither is his sister, Ginny. They think I had covered you when my scar hurt. Hermione told me. And now I have to talk to Dumbledore about the DA. That'll be fun.
Yours, Tom
He sealed the letter and let a school owl deliver it again, this time carefully looking if anyone followed him. You make mistakes to learn out of them.
Okay, another chapter done!
I want your opinion now: How dark want you Tom to become?
And remember: please review!