+CHAPTER 2+

Thomas Hadrian Potter-Peverell was excited. For everyone at Wools orphanage this always turned out to be a bad thing. So, you can understand why everyone decided to avoid Tom when said boy skipped into the dining hall on the morning of September first.

Tom was not ignorant of the fact that the other occupants feared him and usually he found it to be an annoyance. But today Tom didn't care, as today was the day he finally entered the world he was born into.

It was the day he would catch the train to Hogwarts, and would begin his magical education. Despite the fact his formal education would only begin once at the school, Tom had already gained knowledge on many magical topics, if only in the theory area, from his text books and the other books he had purchased for extra reading. The extra books were the most interesting to Tom. Who knew there were so many types of magic?

Transfiguration, Charms, Defence, Potions, Dark Arts, Occlumency, Legilimency, and Tom's personal favourite, Necromancy.

Oh yes, how he loved Necromancy and how with it you gained the possibility to learn from, revive and command the dead.

He was going to master this skill, learn its intricacies, after all he is the Peverell heir and the Peverell family have always been very talented with the subject, according to his numerous tutors. He decided that he would become the best necromancer he could.

Just as Tom finished his dinner, he heard the taxi he had called earlier, pull up outside the orphanage's imposing iron gates. He quickly rushed up the stairs, to his room and grabbed his trunk. Then he lugged the heavy thing down the three flights of stairs needed to reach the bottom floor from his room.

Once at the bottom and at the gates, the taxi driver helped him secure his trunk in the boot of the vehicle, before getting in and starting the engine.

Tom looked back at the orphanage and sneered at the faces staring back out at him from the windows. A promise to return in 9 months and bring them hell present in his eyes.

As he entered the taxi he changed his expression to one of politeness and the driver pulled out of the driveway at his nod.

The occupants at Wools orphanage sighed in relief as Tom left the orphanage but then shuddered in fear at the fact he would be returning once nine months had passed.

Kings Cross Station...

Tom looked around, from the bench he was sat on, at the hustle and bustle of Kings Cross Station.

Smirking as he noticed a red headed family streaming through, with the mother shouting about muggles. As they got closer to the wall between the platforms 9 and 10, the mother glanced around for a while before ushering her children through the barrier. Not showing him how to get through the barrier like Dumbledore had asked them too.

Sad that. Like he was ever going to fall for it.

Still smirking slightly, Tom grabbed his trunk and strode through the barrier which lead to onto Platform 9 and ¾'s. Once through, the sight he was met with awed him, though he didn't show it. A large scarlet steam engine was puffing out smoke, and the platform was filled with students of all ages and their parents. The steam engine was labelled The Hogwarts Express.

Tom sneered at all the other students rushing around the hidden platform, disgusted at their nauseous display of emotions as they were saying goodbye to their loved ones.

Striding quickly into one of the carriages to get away from the over-emotional babble of people, Tom looked for an empty compartment so he could hopefully be alone for the long journey.

Sadly, just after he had put his trunk in the racks above, a boy from the red head family from earlier barged into his compartment, stating that everywhere else was full.

'Everywhere else was full! Ha! Yeah right. The train is MAGICAL!' Thought Tom in anger and in reply to the boys' obvious attempt at 'becoming his friend' he calmly said "This train is magical. Get out of my compartment and find somewhere else to sit."

Not listening to the warning hidden in his reply the redhead continued on obliviously, "My name is Ron Weasley. What's yours?"

Tom didn't reply, just grabbed the boy and said sarcastically "Are you that deaf that you didn't hear when I said to get out?" before dumping the boy and then his belongings outside of the compartment. He slammed the door in the redhead's scared and astonished face.

Sighing in annoyance, Tom sat down and pulled out a book on Necromancy. He had just started a new chapter when a blond boy opened the door and questioned, "I've heard Harry Potter is on the train? Is it you then?"

Tom, instead of replying immediately, looked over the blond boy and assessed him. The boy had slicked back hair, an arrogant aura and robes made out of some sort of silk. Realising that the boy was a pureblood and therefore could be a useful ally, he replied with, "Yes I am, well I used to be until I changed my name to Thomas Hadrian Potter-Peverell. Who are you?"

After a shocked moment of silence the blond replied with, "I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy. May I join you Potter?"

"Of course, of course but please, call me Tom" Tom said in answer.

"Then you call me Draco" and with this statement the two boys settled down in the compartment and proceeded to spend the rest of the train ride discussing magic and its uses.

Later that day...

Tom disembarked off of the train with Draco by his side and looked around the cramped station of Hogsmeade with distain.

Following a voice shouting out "First years!" they joined the other students in their year who were stood in front of a giant man who introduced himself as Hagrid.

The first years followed the giant man down a narrow trail and many stumbled because of the uneven terrain, Tom just scoffed at the stragglers and proceeded to stride carefully down the path with no difficulty, earning glares from many of his fellow year mates.

Soon the path widened and the first years found themselves looking at the shore of a massive black lake that had many small wooden boats floating offshore.

Off in the distance light could be seen pouring from the windows of a majestic castle, the imposing yet beautiful image received astounded and awed gasps from everyone present, some hide their awe better than other but it was still there.

Clambering into the boats at Hagrids command, the new students continued to gaze up in wonder at the castle that was to be their home for the next 7 years.

Slowly they made their way across the lake, each student wondering what adventures would occur during the school year.

But soon the journey ended and, once at the other side of the lake, the first years scrambled from the boats. They were lead to the front of the castle where Hagrid knocked 3 times on the large oak doors.

+END OF CHAPTER 2+