Author's Note: Sorry about the "Intermission" but I was watching Blue Citrus Hearts and the song was in it, and I thought it pertained to the story, so there… sorry if I was teasing you!

Also I'm staying up all night or practically to finish this up. I'm trying to make it long to feed your hunger for the moment.

Thank you Sabrina-Rosalie for your critique on Wiley, I love him, he's on of my favourite made up characters for Harry Potter. In answer to your question, I got the inspiration for ATCA was from my family discussing the possible outcomes of the "final battle" this brought on the contemplation of a new take on Voldemort (which you'll see later) this sprouted somehow into Tom Riddle having a good friend, which ended being his lover (which stemmed from a different O.C character) and then I was reading a few fanfics about Harry/Voldemort, which got me thinking Voldie needs a lover his own age or close to it anyway. Wiley just kind of popped up.

I hope that answered your question… now onto the story….

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Chapter 3

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The days went on without much difficulty. Wiley did his homework, went to class, and met with Tom on the occasions where Tom wasn't doing any of the said things above. It was of course Tom's last year and he needed good grades; well good grades weren't hard for Tom, it was Wiley who had difficulty with keeping up the classes. And this went on for a long while.

Slamming his head down on the table in the library, a groan echoed from the fifth year, Wiley stared at the wooden table but then closed his eyes, wanting to sleep. He hated Herbology! Why did he have to take it? And as if Tom could read minds he spoke, "Only your last year of it," he pulled Wiley's notes out from under his head and scanned them with his eyes.

The fifth-year slipped his head up on his arm and watched Tom read over his notes and mutter something about how it was simple. Wiley wrinkled his nose in disgust, "Shut up," he snapped and grabbed his notebook back. Not only did no one dare to argue with Tom Riddle, head boy of Hogwarts, they never told him to shut up either. The other two Slytherin seventh years sitting at the table with them stared at Wiley out of shock and then their eyes went to Tom to see how he would react. Tom was already known for his temper, and well younger students got the end of it more than his peers. Wiley was a younger student.

For a long while as the two stared at Tom, nothing happened. Nothing at all, Tom just watched Wiley would was staring back with a slightly frightened look on his face. He knew Tom wasn't going to hurt him or anything but when Tom got angry it was pretty damn scary. One could have nightmares if Tom only shouted at you for one little minute. He was a frightening guy. Wiley didn't make any motion to show he was frightened of what might happen he just stared, wanting to gulp or bite his lip or at least slip under the table and get away from the glare. Finally Tom just stuffed his school bag with his books and left the table, exiting the library. All eyes were on him as he left.

The one Slytherin sitting across from Wiley was Cassius Snape, "What was that?" his cold sneer was only present when Tom wasn't. And by the sound of his voice he was getting rather suspicious of Wiley and Tom's relationship. The fifth year hadn't thought it was that noticeable but then again Cassius was a peculiar student. He was always studying, and when Wiley was in first year he had thought Cassius lived in the library.

Eleven year old Wiley wandered through the hallways, it was Saturday and he had thought it was a good day to figure out where everything was. Hogwarts was big! He didn't imagine a huge castle to be his school for the next seven years. He had loved castles and such in his days of elementary (what is it in the U.K? I know secondary is high school) school. He ran his fingers over the stone walls a small smile on his face. He had realized Slytherins weren't the ones to be smiling and being over ecstatic about anything. He tried to play the role but he was in a castle! It was a castle! He spotted some older students, and his arms dropped to his sides the smile disappearing. They were fellow Slytherins he had to be respectful. He couldn't tell what year they were in.

It was a group of students, and they all seemed to be following one kid in particular. He was rather tall with pale skin; he had brown eyes that seemed to glow with the anger and power. Wiley gulped and stood there stiff in fright, but the group went right on passed him. Though the boy had given Wiley a look he'd never forget one of pardon or something like that. Wiley never knew why he had been given that look it was just given; it was something like a token of pass into something. He watched as they walked right down the corridor and turned disappearing to a room. Wiley made up his mind and followed them.

He glanced at the door's label: Library. He shrugged and went in, there were tables in the front of the room while rows upon rows of bookshelves filling up a very large room. The Slytherins had wandered to one table where another one had his head bent over into a book. He seemed rather concentrated on studying this early in the year. Wiley thought he should start studying as well; he didn't want to fail his classes, did he?

Quietly he walked toward the bookshelves to see more what wizardry is all about.

And soon after the first visit to the library came many other, which left visiting the library to being a Saturday habit, and each time the same exact Slytherin was studying. Once he made friends with Tom, he'd soon realized who that Slytherin was: the local library hermit: Cassius, who was discussing with the other Slytherin whom Wiley hadn't met before but got that his name was Jon. Hazel eyes dropped down to his Herbology notes, and wondered if he'd fail the test or not, though those thoughts soon were rested on if Tom was angry or if he just decided to leave Wiley alone as bait for two old Slytherins.

He hoped he wasn't bait.

Clearing his throat and shoving his things into his bag, he looked at the table's occupants, "I'm, uh, going to leave." His voice almost shook from how nervous he was about talking to older Slytherins without Tom near him.

Cassius and Jon looked over at the younger student at the table and didn't even bother saying anything; if anything would leak out to Tom they would have a heap of trouble awaiting them. They wanted to know why Tom protected such a twerp like Wiley Rider. There was nothing special about him, but they wouldn't say anything about that. Their lips were sealed.

Eyeing them one last time to try and figure out what was going on in their heads; he shrugged it off and left the library. He was on a mission to find Tom. His first stop the Slytherin common room maybe he was in there, and plus he wanted to drop off his books; they were a pain to carry around the whole school. He knew from experience.

Actually he knew a lot of things from experience. He knew when to pest Tom and when he was in a terribly bad mood. He knew when to ask questions during classes and not seem like he was being an annoyance. He knew exactly when to ask his mother for something to get what he wanted. He knew when to beg and when not to. He knew when to act silly and when to act serious. He learned easily, he was like an obedient puppy.

The corridors were quiet for once as he traveled the way to the common room; he wondered where everyone was at on this Saturday afternoon. Maybe outside in the snow? He didn't know, nor did he care. He found himself in front of the entrance to the common room. He announced the password in a secretive, proud voice:

"Patefacio!"

The entrance was revealed, and he walked in. The common room was slightly crowded, but no sight of Tom just yet. Wiley never knew of Tom in the common room when it had a lot of people in it. He shrugged it off and ran up the stairs to his dorm throwing his stuff on his bed. No one was there, so he was happy. He walked out and headed for the seventh year boy's room.

Tom was probably in here…

Author's Note: Haha, cliffhanger. Okay, sorry, it'll be updated soon.