(A.N.) Hello my lovelies,

I really hate this chapter. Yeah. I know. I wrote it. But still, I just don't like it. I'm not quite done, but I just decided to update what I do have. Sorry it's sooo bad, but I got severe writers block toward the end there.

See ya soon!

Disclaimer: I own a stuffed frog, a rabbit named dave, a pair of fluffy socks, and a Christmas card that says Merry Holiday, but no, I do not own Harry Potter.

Flashback:

I found the will inside me, and pushed them off of the edge of the cliff with my mind.

Death is not the biggest fear we have; our biggest fear is taking the risk to be alive– the risk to be alive and express what we really are.

-Elaine Maxwell

Chapter II: The Cave

I was angry. I didn't know why but I was. I was angry at everything and everyone. I watched as they plummeted into the churning gray waters below. They did not fall straight down, but I pushed them further out to sea so that they would not hit the rocks jagging out from the cliff. Their speed slowed as the water approached; they would have died from the impact if I hadn't slowed them.

Then I casually stepped off of the edge, and floated more gracefully down to the nearly invisible opening in the rock face. They however, were drowning. I watched them struggle to keep their heads above water. No one at the orphanage could swim, not even myself, so I pulled them towards me with my mind. They gasped and spluttered as they were flattened against the black rock, both vomiting sea water. I headed deeper into the black cave.

I felt my temper rise like the sea before a storm. In that moment those two children stood for everything I hated. In that moment they resembled everything that was wrong in my world. In that moment I felt... vulnerable. I felt like they were exposing the mask that I had fought so hard to create in order to hide my true feelings. Two children. That's all it took for me to explode into a whirlpool of emotion. All of that hate began to race through my veins. They had angered me and they were going to pay. All of a sudden, I felt cold, though the heat of my anger continued to rush through me. The coldness shaped for me a mask of indifference, but in reality the heat of my anger boiled like lava in the concealed core of me.

I felt even angrier when I realized that I didn't know where all of this fury and bitterness came from. I couldn't place the cause, so I took it out on what had made me snap.

I took them deeper into the cave, to the lake that lay in the center of the darkness. I had once explored this area, and I knew that there was no way to travel around lake entirely. It was so dark now that the only way I could find my way around was from reaching out and touching the cold stone wall. The water ran up to the very edge, and if you followed it farther down you would find that the cave wall stopped and curved around.

Dennis and Amy followed me unwillingly into the lake. The water was only ankle deep, and it stayed level the entire journey to the center. There was a small body of land in the middle of the shallow lake. I climbed up onto the rock, but scraped my hand on the sharp surface. It hurt, but I did not cry. I never cried; even as a child I had not cried, the nurses had told me. I continued to climb with one hand, hating the feeling of being crippled.
I don't know how long I tormented them; played with their minds. I could make people hurt without touching them, I could make them cry out in pain when it was only in their minds. I was so angry at my past that I realized this would be a just punishment. I made them relive their worst experiences, which was coupled with severe physical pain. These children did not know the first thing when it came to suffering.

I don't know exactly how long we stayed there. It was the first time in my life that I had lost track of time… had forgotten myself for even as moment. It was a wonderful feeling. I finally realized that I had to get back before anything got too out of hand.

I found the will inside myself too drag their two limp and unconscious forms to the cave opening with my mind.

I blinked once, and found myself at the top off the cliff blinking in the sudden sunlight. I glanced around and saw the two children beginning to stir. They would remember nothing. Only in their dreams would they remember the exact events, but I would not be remembered as the one who orchestrated the trip. But they would always be scared; but they would not be able to find a source for their fear. But just like me, the fear would always be present.

I was suddenly concerned, not scared, but apprehensive about what would happen next. How would he explain himself? What would he say to explain the state of the other two children?

I cast my worries aside. I am on my way to greatness.

(A.N.) Sorry guys, that's all I have for now. I'm going to try to update later today. I would love it if you review, it makes me feel appreciated. Us writers like to know even I you read it.

Love you all!

P. S. Can ya'll think of a different title? A Mask of Indifference sounds really lame, even if it does make sense later on.

Next chapter: Chapter III: The Letter- When he receives a mysterious letter, for the first time in his life, Tom feels disappointment. Nobody was coming to reclaim their lost son.

SHOULD I KEEP GOING? I have more. If you want i can turn this into a romance time turner story. let me know what you think by reviewing!