She had all the information, she had the power he needed and she was the gateway to his freedom and life at last. Why wasn't she speaking to him anymore though? She had suddenly disappeared, she NEVER left him for this long all alone! She usually snuck him a few words here, a few words there. She wrote her class notes to him so she could write around them as well and stay in touch with him! But this morning, there had been nothing so far, it had to be almost lunch time and he hadn't heard a single word. This was simple unheard of, it wasn't allowed! He controlled her, where the hell was she, the pitiful excuse for a Wizard...

He had to calm, he had to think. She probably just left him someplace along the way, perhaps she had slept in after spending half the night talking to him anyway, so in her hurry to get ready for classes she had probably just left him under her pillow, right? Well, that had to be it. She depended on him, that much was certain, and she told him everything and all that he wanted to know, and quite a bit of what he didn't.
So why wasn't she talking to him now? If she cared, she wouldn't have left him anywhere! He needed to know stuff, he needed to know it all so he could plan!
And he'd been just about ready to tell her she was amazing as well, there was nothing like having the power to deepen a teenage crush on himself, and that would be all he needed to bend her to his ways even more, so the plan, THE PLAN, could take place! And she chose now to simply forget about him?

There would be hell to pay if she hadn't spoken to him by dinner time.

Days later now, and still nothing.
He was fuming. Idiot child, how dare she cast him away like that! ...perhaps she wasn't as stupid as he had originally thought, although that was slightly hard to believe. He couldn't believe it had actually happened though, he couldn't be losing his touch…he was used to having anyone he liked wound around his little finger…well…except for Dumbledore of course…
She had escaped…the one which got away. How had that happened? He had been so close, he had almost had her in complete control and then she was able to just walk away from it all? It was just impossible.
He sank into a depression, alone once more, for what? Another 50 years? His plans couldn't wait that long! He was just aching to get started…

Ohh...Harry.
If teenage Tom Riddle had hands, he would have rubbed them together. His obsession had come to him himself as if drawn by the scent. Who would have thought, out of the hundreds of students at Hogwarts that Harry would be the one to find him?
This was excellent.