Chapter 4
"A Change of Innocence"
Tom walked Katrina back into the common room. The place was still packed with people talking, laughing, and having a good time. Tom's group was in a corner, talking amongst themselves and glaring at anyone who walked by them. They spotted Tom and immediately walked over to him.
"My L-, Tom." said one of the boys who noticed Katrina with him.
Tom seemed to be a bit mad, but it quickly disappeared.
"What do you want?" he asked the boy.
"A matter of speaking with you about a.certain things.alone." said the boy.
Tom nodded.
"Alright, just let me walk Katrina to her room, and I'll be right back." said Tom.
Tom walked with Katrina to her room. They stopped just outside her door. Tom took her hands in his and looked at them.
"I have so much I wish I could tell you, but to do so would probably make you hate me forever." he said as he looked up into her eyes.
Katrina wasn't sure what he meant by that. It was true she didn't know a lot about Tom, but that he was an orphan and had a miserable life as a child. What were the secrets he was harboring that he thought would scare her?
"Maybe one day, you'll be able to tell me." said Katrina.
Tom simply nodded, kissed her on the cheek, and left. Katrina closed the door behind her. Her heart was racing a-thousand miles a second. She had kissed Tom Marvolo Riddle, the most dreamed about guy in school according to all the girls. He actually admitted that he was in love with her, not another girl like she suspected. She dressed into her nightgown but didn't take off her necklace. Its smooth feel helped her sleep peacefully that night.
The sun spilled into her room and painted everything in a warm, friendly hue of gold. Katrina awoken and dressed into her school uniform. She brushed her hair and put on her make-up. Her "Head Girl" badge gleamed in the sunlight. As she was fixing her bed, she noticed a note tucked under her door. She quickly picked it up. The words were written in a rich, green ink. The paper was an expensive looking paper.
"Eyes as warm as the sun on a shadow who misses warmth Hair as soft as silken sheets comforting during a long storm A voice as sweet as a bell that rings when a wind passes by My heart is there where you are under a sapphire sky.
Tom Marvolo Riddle"
It was a poem from Tom. Katrina hugged it to her chest, then placed it in her school trunk in a small shoebox. She grabbed her books and headed to the Great Hall. The place was full of cheery students. Katrina quickly spotted Tom and his group. Tom saw Katrina and motioned for a boy next to him to scoot over. Katrina placed her books on the table and grabbed a piece of toast and reached for the strawberry jam.
"Allow me." said Tom as he put the jam on her toast.
Some of Tom's friends looked at him strangely. He simply ignored them. Katrina quickly ate the toast and washed it down with some orange juice. Katrina felt on top of the world. Some girls her looking at very funny.
"She's so lucky." she heard one of them say.
"Yeah, being Tom Riddle's girlfriend." said another girl.
Katrina blushed. Did Tom actually accept her as his girlfriend? If so, then did he tell anyone this? If not, then how do those girls know this. All of this was racing through Katrina's head when an owl swooped in. It was unusual for a single owl to show up by itself. The owl was a dark, forbidding black. It swooped lower toward the Slytherin table. It landed right in front of Katrina. It's deep blue eyes looked at her. Katrina was wondering who would be sending her a letter. She took the letter from the owl that quickly flew off. The letter was a black letter. Katrina opened it and read.
"Dear Miss Katrina Smith, the Ministry of Magic is sorry to inform you of a terrible incident involving a muggle and your parents. On February 14, 1945, Saturday around 7:43 PM, a muggle attacked your parents. We are deeply regretful to inform you that you parents are deceased due to the muggle's attack on them. A letter has been sent to your Head Master to inform him of this incident and that you will be allowed to leave the school for the funeral which is set on Tuesday, February 16, at noon. We are sorry for your loss."
The black letter with pale white words slipped from Katrina's grasp. Her eyes were full of shock and sadness. She began to break down and cry. Her parents were dead. Now, she was the only last remaining full blood family member of the Smith family. Katrina left her books behind and ran out of the Great Hall crying. Tom wondered what was in the letter that could maker her so upset as she was. He took the letter, which fell to the floor and read it. Tom's eyes grew wide in shock. Katrina's parents were dead, and all because of a muggle. Tom placed the letter in one Katrina's books, gathered up her books, and went after her.
Katrina had run up to he room and flung herself on the bed. Tom walked in quietly and set her books on her dresses. He sat beside her and took her in his arms. She cried hysterically. Tom felt so bad for her. Those muggles killing her parents, and for what? A little while later, Katrina's cries softened to sobs.
"W-why w-would anyone do this?" she asked in a whisper.
Tom shook his head.
"I don't know." he said softly.
Katrina dried off her tears and looked into those emerald green eyes she had found herself lost in.
"W-will you go to the funeral with me?" she asked.
"I will." said Tom.
He left Katrina so she could rest. She looked so lost and helpless. He went to find his group of "friends" to talk to them. Katrina closed the curtains around her bed. The sunlight was completely blocked out. Katrina stared into the blackness. Her sadness was mixing with rage. If those muggles were all dead, then her parents would still be alive. She hated all muggles. She fumed over this until she fell asleep.
The next morning, Katrina dressed in a long, black dress. She wore a black hat with a black veil to hide her face. She went to find Tom who was dressed in black robes. They were lead to the Head Master's office where they left by floo powder. The place they were taken to was large, old church in London. The place was small and looking like it would fall any moment. The church was decorated in black candles and black roses. Two coffins rested in the front. Katrina and Tom sat in the front. Some of Katrina's mom's family was there. There was none of her father's family for Katrina was the only family member remaining from the entire line of the Smith's.
The funeral droned on. Light rain drizzled outside. Katrina sobbed quietly as the wizard preacher preached on. The time came for her to walk up to the coffins. Tom held her as they walked up to the coffins. Katrina's mom was dress in a long, black dress. Her chocolate colored hair rested on the black silk pillow. Katrina's dad was dressed in black robes. His face was pale, and seemed to be etched faintly with shock. She kissed both her parents before the coffins were closed. The funeral finally came to the graves outside in a cemetery near the church. Katrina put roses as black as the dark as the night sky on each coffin as they were lowered. Katrina, though not to sure she should do so, went to her home and took Tom with her. The house was so quiet, so cold. The shadows drowned in the pitch- black darkness that reeked in the house. Katrina ducked under some yellow tape that muggle police had put up. She saw the bloodstains on the floor and on the walls.
"Let's go." she said to Tom.
They went out on the front porch and sat. Katrina spied a muggle newspaper from Monday and picked it up. There was a short article over a murder from Sunday.
"London police are still puzzle over a murder that took place on Sunday, February 14. Mr. Charles Smith and his wife Linda were found dead, shot to death, when police arrived at their home when they received a call from neighbors about gunshots heard coming from that home. When the police did arrive, both the Smith's were already dead, unable to be revived. Police say that a robber turned murder had broken in through a window in the home. Some things like jewelry were stolen. An elderly woman said she heard several gunshots and then saw a man dress in a black trench coat run out of the home. A sketch has been provided so that anyone who recognizes this man can contact the London police as soon as possible. The Smith's leave behind an only daughter.
There was a sketch of a man who was bald, had blue eyes, and dressed in a trench coat below the article. The man had a scar shaped like a zigzag below his left eye. Katrina crumpled the paper and threw it. Tom had read the article while sitting next to her.
"I hate all muggles." Katrina hissed. "I wish all of them would just die and pay for what they've done to my parents."
Katrina's eyes were full of rage and hate. Tom could sense a powerful aurora of hate and vengeance fume from her. She seemed one day so innocent, then the next, a dark and powerful beauty released from a long spell.
"Do you mean what you say? That you want all muggles to pay?" he asked her.
Katrina looked into his eyes. She did mean every word. She hated muggles with a passion.
"Every word." she said.
Tom took her hands in his.
"I think it is time that I tell you everything I should tell you about me." he said.
Katrina nodded, not sure whether she should feel relived that Tom was about to reveal all his secrets or not.
"Ever since I was a young child, I felt that I was different from everyone in the orphanage that I was staying in. I could make things happen, sometimes good, sometimes bad. I one day learned the real reason why I was an orphan. My father abandoned my mother who had died shortly after giving birth to me, a low-life muggle who left her the instant he found out she was a witch. Out my hatred for my father for making my life miserable as it was. It wasn't until the day I received a letter to attend a magical school for witches and wizards did I learn that I did posses powers. Ever since then, I've been forming a very secretive group of pure blood witches and wizards, all of whom believe that muggles, mudbloods, and anyone related to muggles should be punished and be rid of this earth. Though I am half muggle, I despise that very side of me. My very name, Tom Riddle, was given to me by mother, which was my father's. My middle name was given to me because it was my grandfather's middle name. He was my mother's father. My mom's side of the family is extremely powerful and dark. I have dedicated all my years since I started school at Hogwarts to planning a time that all muggles and mudbloods would suffer under my power. My followers are called Death Eaters. They call me their lord, Lord Vodlermort, and respect me like a king. We have been training for that very day that our terror shadows this world. All people, whether magical or not, would be too afraid to speak my name. I will become the most powerful wizard in the history of the world."
Katrina stared a bit shocked at Tom. So that's' why he seemed so distant. His story of his sad childhood up to his plan to rein terror over the world was intoxicating. That's why his friends were always secretive. That's why they respected him.
"Can I ask you something?" Katrina asked.
Tom nodded.
"How can I become a Death Eater?"
Tom looked a bit shocked.
"You are not afraid of me now?" he asked her.
"No." replied Katrina.
Tom hesitated, but spoke.
"My followers had come to me because they believed in my beliefs. Once I am truly convinced they will be loyal and useful, I brand them with a special tattoo. Every time I touch one of those tattoos, all of the followers feel a stinging pain and know that I am calling for them. But for you, I would not put that mark on you. I do feel a surge of dark power from you. If you seriously want to join us, you must now that a normal life would be no more." said Tom.
"I want to join you, Tom. Muggles are what killed my parents. They must pay." she said. "Hold on, I have something to give you."
Katrina quickly went back into the home. She came out not much later and handed a small, red leather book to Tom. Tom took it and opened it. It was empty. Every page was empty.
"What is it?" he asked.
"It's a diary my father bought for me a long time ago. I've never used it." said Katrina.
Tom reached inside of his robes for a quill and ink that he always carried with him.
He wrote his name on the front, inside cover.
"You don't have to write in it like that." said Katrina. "Simply touch each page, concentrate on a memory, and it is recorded on each page. The only way another person can read this diary is if they write in it which in a way, your memory will write back to them."
Tom looked at the diary. He smiled. This would be handy one day.
"Come," he said while getting up and extending a hand to Katrina, "I must introduce you properly to my friends."
"A Change of Innocence"
Tom walked Katrina back into the common room. The place was still packed with people talking, laughing, and having a good time. Tom's group was in a corner, talking amongst themselves and glaring at anyone who walked by them. They spotted Tom and immediately walked over to him.
"My L-, Tom." said one of the boys who noticed Katrina with him.
Tom seemed to be a bit mad, but it quickly disappeared.
"What do you want?" he asked the boy.
"A matter of speaking with you about a.certain things.alone." said the boy.
Tom nodded.
"Alright, just let me walk Katrina to her room, and I'll be right back." said Tom.
Tom walked with Katrina to her room. They stopped just outside her door. Tom took her hands in his and looked at them.
"I have so much I wish I could tell you, but to do so would probably make you hate me forever." he said as he looked up into her eyes.
Katrina wasn't sure what he meant by that. It was true she didn't know a lot about Tom, but that he was an orphan and had a miserable life as a child. What were the secrets he was harboring that he thought would scare her?
"Maybe one day, you'll be able to tell me." said Katrina.
Tom simply nodded, kissed her on the cheek, and left. Katrina closed the door behind her. Her heart was racing a-thousand miles a second. She had kissed Tom Marvolo Riddle, the most dreamed about guy in school according to all the girls. He actually admitted that he was in love with her, not another girl like she suspected. She dressed into her nightgown but didn't take off her necklace. Its smooth feel helped her sleep peacefully that night.
The sun spilled into her room and painted everything in a warm, friendly hue of gold. Katrina awoken and dressed into her school uniform. She brushed her hair and put on her make-up. Her "Head Girl" badge gleamed in the sunlight. As she was fixing her bed, she noticed a note tucked under her door. She quickly picked it up. The words were written in a rich, green ink. The paper was an expensive looking paper.
"Eyes as warm as the sun on a shadow who misses warmth Hair as soft as silken sheets comforting during a long storm A voice as sweet as a bell that rings when a wind passes by My heart is there where you are under a sapphire sky.
Tom Marvolo Riddle"
It was a poem from Tom. Katrina hugged it to her chest, then placed it in her school trunk in a small shoebox. She grabbed her books and headed to the Great Hall. The place was full of cheery students. Katrina quickly spotted Tom and his group. Tom saw Katrina and motioned for a boy next to him to scoot over. Katrina placed her books on the table and grabbed a piece of toast and reached for the strawberry jam.
"Allow me." said Tom as he put the jam on her toast.
Some of Tom's friends looked at him strangely. He simply ignored them. Katrina quickly ate the toast and washed it down with some orange juice. Katrina felt on top of the world. Some girls her looking at very funny.
"She's so lucky." she heard one of them say.
"Yeah, being Tom Riddle's girlfriend." said another girl.
Katrina blushed. Did Tom actually accept her as his girlfriend? If so, then did he tell anyone this? If not, then how do those girls know this. All of this was racing through Katrina's head when an owl swooped in. It was unusual for a single owl to show up by itself. The owl was a dark, forbidding black. It swooped lower toward the Slytherin table. It landed right in front of Katrina. It's deep blue eyes looked at her. Katrina was wondering who would be sending her a letter. She took the letter from the owl that quickly flew off. The letter was a black letter. Katrina opened it and read.
"Dear Miss Katrina Smith, the Ministry of Magic is sorry to inform you of a terrible incident involving a muggle and your parents. On February 14, 1945, Saturday around 7:43 PM, a muggle attacked your parents. We are deeply regretful to inform you that you parents are deceased due to the muggle's attack on them. A letter has been sent to your Head Master to inform him of this incident and that you will be allowed to leave the school for the funeral which is set on Tuesday, February 16, at noon. We are sorry for your loss."
The black letter with pale white words slipped from Katrina's grasp. Her eyes were full of shock and sadness. She began to break down and cry. Her parents were dead. Now, she was the only last remaining full blood family member of the Smith family. Katrina left her books behind and ran out of the Great Hall crying. Tom wondered what was in the letter that could maker her so upset as she was. He took the letter, which fell to the floor and read it. Tom's eyes grew wide in shock. Katrina's parents were dead, and all because of a muggle. Tom placed the letter in one Katrina's books, gathered up her books, and went after her.
Katrina had run up to he room and flung herself on the bed. Tom walked in quietly and set her books on her dresses. He sat beside her and took her in his arms. She cried hysterically. Tom felt so bad for her. Those muggles killing her parents, and for what? A little while later, Katrina's cries softened to sobs.
"W-why w-would anyone do this?" she asked in a whisper.
Tom shook his head.
"I don't know." he said softly.
Katrina dried off her tears and looked into those emerald green eyes she had found herself lost in.
"W-will you go to the funeral with me?" she asked.
"I will." said Tom.
He left Katrina so she could rest. She looked so lost and helpless. He went to find his group of "friends" to talk to them. Katrina closed the curtains around her bed. The sunlight was completely blocked out. Katrina stared into the blackness. Her sadness was mixing with rage. If those muggles were all dead, then her parents would still be alive. She hated all muggles. She fumed over this until she fell asleep.
The next morning, Katrina dressed in a long, black dress. She wore a black hat with a black veil to hide her face. She went to find Tom who was dressed in black robes. They were lead to the Head Master's office where they left by floo powder. The place they were taken to was large, old church in London. The place was small and looking like it would fall any moment. The church was decorated in black candles and black roses. Two coffins rested in the front. Katrina and Tom sat in the front. Some of Katrina's mom's family was there. There was none of her father's family for Katrina was the only family member remaining from the entire line of the Smith's.
The funeral droned on. Light rain drizzled outside. Katrina sobbed quietly as the wizard preacher preached on. The time came for her to walk up to the coffins. Tom held her as they walked up to the coffins. Katrina's mom was dress in a long, black dress. Her chocolate colored hair rested on the black silk pillow. Katrina's dad was dressed in black robes. His face was pale, and seemed to be etched faintly with shock. She kissed both her parents before the coffins were closed. The funeral finally came to the graves outside in a cemetery near the church. Katrina put roses as black as the dark as the night sky on each coffin as they were lowered. Katrina, though not to sure she should do so, went to her home and took Tom with her. The house was so quiet, so cold. The shadows drowned in the pitch- black darkness that reeked in the house. Katrina ducked under some yellow tape that muggle police had put up. She saw the bloodstains on the floor and on the walls.
"Let's go." she said to Tom.
They went out on the front porch and sat. Katrina spied a muggle newspaper from Monday and picked it up. There was a short article over a murder from Sunday.
"London police are still puzzle over a murder that took place on Sunday, February 14. Mr. Charles Smith and his wife Linda were found dead, shot to death, when police arrived at their home when they received a call from neighbors about gunshots heard coming from that home. When the police did arrive, both the Smith's were already dead, unable to be revived. Police say that a robber turned murder had broken in through a window in the home. Some things like jewelry were stolen. An elderly woman said she heard several gunshots and then saw a man dress in a black trench coat run out of the home. A sketch has been provided so that anyone who recognizes this man can contact the London police as soon as possible. The Smith's leave behind an only daughter.
There was a sketch of a man who was bald, had blue eyes, and dressed in a trench coat below the article. The man had a scar shaped like a zigzag below his left eye. Katrina crumpled the paper and threw it. Tom had read the article while sitting next to her.
"I hate all muggles." Katrina hissed. "I wish all of them would just die and pay for what they've done to my parents."
Katrina's eyes were full of rage and hate. Tom could sense a powerful aurora of hate and vengeance fume from her. She seemed one day so innocent, then the next, a dark and powerful beauty released from a long spell.
"Do you mean what you say? That you want all muggles to pay?" he asked her.
Katrina looked into his eyes. She did mean every word. She hated muggles with a passion.
"Every word." she said.
Tom took her hands in his.
"I think it is time that I tell you everything I should tell you about me." he said.
Katrina nodded, not sure whether she should feel relived that Tom was about to reveal all his secrets or not.
"Ever since I was a young child, I felt that I was different from everyone in the orphanage that I was staying in. I could make things happen, sometimes good, sometimes bad. I one day learned the real reason why I was an orphan. My father abandoned my mother who had died shortly after giving birth to me, a low-life muggle who left her the instant he found out she was a witch. Out my hatred for my father for making my life miserable as it was. It wasn't until the day I received a letter to attend a magical school for witches and wizards did I learn that I did posses powers. Ever since then, I've been forming a very secretive group of pure blood witches and wizards, all of whom believe that muggles, mudbloods, and anyone related to muggles should be punished and be rid of this earth. Though I am half muggle, I despise that very side of me. My very name, Tom Riddle, was given to me by mother, which was my father's. My middle name was given to me because it was my grandfather's middle name. He was my mother's father. My mom's side of the family is extremely powerful and dark. I have dedicated all my years since I started school at Hogwarts to planning a time that all muggles and mudbloods would suffer under my power. My followers are called Death Eaters. They call me their lord, Lord Vodlermort, and respect me like a king. We have been training for that very day that our terror shadows this world. All people, whether magical or not, would be too afraid to speak my name. I will become the most powerful wizard in the history of the world."
Katrina stared a bit shocked at Tom. So that's' why he seemed so distant. His story of his sad childhood up to his plan to rein terror over the world was intoxicating. That's why his friends were always secretive. That's why they respected him.
"Can I ask you something?" Katrina asked.
Tom nodded.
"How can I become a Death Eater?"
Tom looked a bit shocked.
"You are not afraid of me now?" he asked her.
"No." replied Katrina.
Tom hesitated, but spoke.
"My followers had come to me because they believed in my beliefs. Once I am truly convinced they will be loyal and useful, I brand them with a special tattoo. Every time I touch one of those tattoos, all of the followers feel a stinging pain and know that I am calling for them. But for you, I would not put that mark on you. I do feel a surge of dark power from you. If you seriously want to join us, you must now that a normal life would be no more." said Tom.
"I want to join you, Tom. Muggles are what killed my parents. They must pay." she said. "Hold on, I have something to give you."
Katrina quickly went back into the home. She came out not much later and handed a small, red leather book to Tom. Tom took it and opened it. It was empty. Every page was empty.
"What is it?" he asked.
"It's a diary my father bought for me a long time ago. I've never used it." said Katrina.
Tom reached inside of his robes for a quill and ink that he always carried with him.
He wrote his name on the front, inside cover.
"You don't have to write in it like that." said Katrina. "Simply touch each page, concentrate on a memory, and it is recorded on each page. The only way another person can read this diary is if they write in it which in a way, your memory will write back to them."
Tom looked at the diary. He smiled. This would be handy one day.
"Come," he said while getting up and extending a hand to Katrina, "I must introduce you properly to my friends."