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LetmegoletmegoletmegoLET ME GO!
Tom Riddle raged at the enormous turtle above him. That turtle had taken him from the mind of the Weasley girl, nothing could do that…
`And yet, I did,' the turtle said pleasantly.
LET ME GO! Tom screamed once again.
`Oh, I'll have to. Can't keep people here indefinitely. You'll be able to leave in thirty seconds. I've exceeded the limit already.'
The inky blackness all around them suddenly went quiet as Tom stopped screaming.
I- can go? Because you have to let me?
`That's the gist of it. But I'm not returning you to Hogwarts, no. You've done enough damage there. Well, I won't return you yet. They need a break from you. Hmm, five seconds.'
WAIT! I need to go to-
And Tom dropped into a new world.
It was broad daylight; he immediately shot down into a drain to try and hide. He would blend in perfectly; this black ink form would enable him to look like some gunk from the bottom of someone's drain.
He wriggled further down into the sewers. How could he get back to Hogwarts? Damn that turtle.
Further and further down. Tom found a sense of forboding start to shiver over him. Something… wasn't… right. Not right at all.
Oh ho ho, what's come triptrapping over my bridge? Billy Goats Gruff, come to feed me?
Tom saw something ahead of him, blocking up the pipe. He moved over it, but a clawed hand swiped out.
Tom jerked backwards instinctively, despite there being no need. The claws swept through the black liquid without doing him any damage. Covered with black gunk, the claw dropped still and morphed into a white glove.
Clip clopping goats come to feed me, liver and heart and lungs all warm in my tummy.
What are you? Tom asked, getting closer to the glove.
Why, I'm Pennywise, Pennywise the DAAAAANCING clown!
I'm Tom Riddle, and I want revenge.
Ain't this just the best coincidence? Cuz there's seven kids right up above me who's about to get what's coming for them. See, the problem is, I'm in hibernation. I needs to wake up.
And I need to get to Hogwarts.
Well, this is simple, isn't it?
A mouth protruded out of the thick, black goo encasing this thing. Tom knew what to do.
Pennywise the Dancing Clown choked and giggled and gagged as Tom Riddle wriggled down his throat.
