A long dialogue. Enjoy.

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I was walking down the hall. Furious and sad. Who was? Oh, that's right. Me. Tom.

"Stupid worthless trash!" I snarled, some tears streaking down. I wiped them away. What do I do to prove that I'm not like them? That I'm actually worth something unlike those disgusting mud-bloods! All of a sudden, I needed a dark space. A cave. Hell, even a bathroom. I froze.

The girl's bathroom on the second floor!

I checked the clock. 11:38

I smiled. No one would be there this time of night.

I was there, in the bathroom. I needed my own place. Some place which I could call home, my own safe house, and where I couldn't be bothered. I looked at the circle of faucets. It was calling to me and I stopped right in front of one. I looked into the mirror. A flash of a blonde, long haired man appeared, saying, "Tell me, My Child, and I will answer." He disappeared. I hesitated then shook my head. I am no longer Tom Riddle, the trash that his parents threw out, the one who was not worthy of even knowing his ancestry, the one who can't even be hap- No! No. I closed my eyes. No, I am not Tom Riddle. I…

"I want a home."

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I heard some creaking. Something fell. My eyes flew open. A staircase was forming from… a grimy sink? I looked around me and froze.

I was in a bathroom, but not any bathroom. No, of course not. I was in the same bathroom I had been in my dreams. I tried to remember why I was in a bathroom in my dreams but couldn't.

I should have turned around and walk to my bed. I should have gone back, but there was something so familiar to this stair way. Before I knew it, I was already at the bottom.

I looked around me. There were bones and a pond of murky water with a walkway through it. At the other side of the pond, I saw a huge tunnel. I walked towards it then stopped. It wasn't a tunnel, but the body of what looked like a snake.

The little girl in me shrieked in horror and receded, but the sinister one just nodded. "Why are you so relaxed?"

It simply does not surprise me.

"Who are you?"

Silence met me as I stared at the corpse.

You already know.

When I woke, I noticed that I was in my bed.

I lied there meeting silence once again. Then whispered, "Tom."

******

Someone was violently shaking me.

"Rose!"

"You're finally up! Goodness, Sin, Scorpius is already at the door!"

I looked at her slightly dazed then sprang up. Shoot! Forgot that players have to be there earlier. In record time, I got ready and met Scorpius down stairs. Ignoring all the hostile glares, I smiled at him and murmured my apologies.

"'Bout time you came out," he whispered while red was staining his cheeks. I looked down. I had all my clothes (robe with no scarf) and shoes on. I know that my hair was a bit messed up but still presentable. I gave him a puzzled look but he just turned and walked down the stairs. Wordlessly, I followed, unaware of the two pairs of eyes that followed me: angrily and predatory.

"I don't understand why you are playing a game. You don't even like it!" I told Scorpius. He sighed.

"My dad has this whole thing against the Potters that he says he doesn't but does."

"Ego?"

"Pretty much."

I grinned. "And Weasleys?"

He blushed hard. "Them too."

It took all my strength not to laugh. "Clearly, something you and your father do not have in common."

He paled. "You didn't tell her, did you?"

"I possibly said that I would tell her what we talked about…"

"Sin!"

"… Or what we did today."

He looked away.

"She looked nice today," he blushed (again, of course).

"Just nice?"

He punched me hard on my shoulder while I giggled. He gave me a sideways glance.

"Do they hate me?"

I paused before answering. "Rose is open minded, I think."

He gave a relieved sigh. We were nearing the locker rooms. Scorpius stopped and shifted his feet.

"Potter's playing."

I looked at him. Albus was playing? Wow.

"James Potter, not Albus Potter."

Oh.

"Was there a point to you telling me that?"

"Uh, nothing, I guess. Just thought you'd like to know."

"Why?"

He walked towards the door but stopped and turned towards me. "Just be careful."

He left me there with my confusion.

*****

I found myself at the library again. All the teachers went to go watch the game so I didn't have Professor Dunfore bugging me. Someone sat down next to me. I recognized the blonde curls.

"What do you want, Ophira?"

"Do you want to know something, Tom?"

"No."

She laughed and then got up. Startled, I looked up. I was sure that she was going to tell me regardless of my answer. She smirked.

"I have enough respect for the Dark Lord's wishes." She snickered as she turned and left me alone. I was about to get up to follow her when he stopped me.

It would be best if you stopped accompanying her.

"Why? She has the answers right?"

It was silent again.

You must figure this out on your own. If you were given clues… I'm not supposed to be awake now but it seems like the rules are changing.

"Well, since things are going bad already, might as well get a clue from her."

No!

I flinched.

Just look up the names Lord Voldemort, Tom Riddle, and the Dark Lord.

I felt him retreat into my mind. I sighed then looked around. Might as well start some research.