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YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING AND YOU MAKE US FEEL SO SPECIAL. We really hope you enjoy this update, we are trying our hardest and can't please all of you at the same time. This chapter starts out light-hearted but ends decidedly darker than the rest. The story is going to get darker as Tom continues pursuing dark magic which will ultimately lead to him creating his first horcrux (unless Elena stops him). We know some of you feel like the whole dating thing was too fast but when the whole school thinks you are shagging would you rather be renown for being a slut or would you take desperate measures to rectify the situation? They still don't like each other yet but are slowly beginning to consider each other friends. And we all know friendship is the first step to love ;)

Now, I have rambled for a very long time but hey, it's part of my mandatory speech as fanfiction writer. Well, I will bore you no longer and without further ado; THE CHAPTER…

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Chapter 12- Cupid Quaffles and Dark Magic

"Elena! Elena! Wake up, we're going to be late for the first quidditch match of the season!" The blonde he now knew to be Charlotte yelled into Tom's ear.

"Do we have to?" He asked tiredly, "There is no point in watching such a useless sport. I have to be at the library anyway."

"It's SATURDAY! And not to mention, we get to see a load of fit blokes on broomsticks."

Tom shuddered inwardly. Was this all that the girls in Grey's dormitory talked about?

Tom wearily answered, "But I have a boyfriend and anyway he's not on the team."

"Don't be such a nun Elena. Just because you are going out with him does not mean he owns you. Besides, he'll never find out, will he? And Pierce Davies is playing as well. Don't you want to see him?"

Davies? That arrogant little swot with more air in his head than Charlotte and his stalker Stanton put together. I can never understand women.

He got up attempting to get out of the room before he could be persuaded otherwise. "Oh no way, Elena. You have to support Gryffindor!"

"Yeah! And it's the first match, you've got to show up!"

"You can borrow my red and gold scarf," Stanton threw him a scarf. He jumped, not wanting to touch anything that was hers.

Nodding in defeat, he got dressed and followed the herd down to the Great Hall. Across the table, he saw himself decked out in red and gold, complete with face-paint and a huge banner that floated above his head reading 'GO, GO, GRYFFINDOR'.

For the second time that week, people were staring openly at what they thought was Tom Riddle, King of a Slytherin, the heir in fact, who never attended any quidditch matches let alone supported the other team.

Tom marched from the Gryffindor table to where Grey was tucking in to a large plate of kippers and eggs. He grabbed her arm and pulled her from the table into the deserted entrance hall without a word.

"Are you insane? Are you purposely trying to embarrass me by ruining my reputation?"

Looking utterly nonplussed (something that was rarely seen on Tom's haughty countenance) she replied, "What are you talking about?"

"Look at yourself Grey. Don't you have an ounce of dignity? How can you wear Gryffindor colours? I thought we weren't supposed to change bodies. You've all but announced with a loud sonorous."

"Oh, right. I didn't realise I was in your body."

"You woke up in a Slytherin dorm you shared with Avery and Malfoy and yet you forgot?"

"Alright, fine, it was my fault. But don't worry I'll fix it in a minute." She waved her wand and everything remained the same except the red was changed to green and the gold to silver. Her banner now read, 'Snake Power, We'll Slither to the Finals'.

"You cannot be serious. Remove that banner before you humiliate me in front of the entire school for the third time this week."

"Ok fine, ruin my fun. It's just showing a little team spirit which you obviously lack," she said huffily. Nonetheless, the banner vanished with a wave of her wand and she was left wearing only the scarf (her garish face paint was also gone).

"That's better. Now, please don't do anything…don't even think of doing anything because you will probably end up carrying out."

"Yes master," she said sarcastically as she bowed mockingly.

And with that, she walked away. Tom rolled his eyes. That girl would never stop being a nuisance.

He walked back to the Gryffindor table, and had his breakfast (one toast and some pumpkin juice) before he was dragged away to the Quidditch stands. He was sick and tired of being manhandled and if he hadn't been stuck in the Grey girl's body he would have hexed each and every one of those foolish girls to no end.

"And that is ten more points to Gryffindor, those unworthy, filthy tossers, with…"

"That's ENOUGH Avery!" The magical megaphone was snatched out of Avery's hands by Professor Merrythought. The sniggers that arose amongst the Slytherin couldn't be drowned out, however. As play resumed, Merrythought grudgingly handed over the megaphone to Avery, with strict instructions to not be partial.

"YES, Malfoy's in possession of the Quaffle! Come on Abraxas, SCORE!..Ah, no just snatched out of his hands by Davies. Urgh, that idiotic son of a…"

"AVERY! One more time, and the megaphone will be confiscated!"

"Alright, alright, I was just telling it like it was, Professor! Gryffindor in possession. And what is Davies doing by the hoops? Was that actually a twirl in midair? Perhaps Davies should audition for the ballet next time!" This brought out jeers and catcalls from the Slytherins and embarrassed looks from the Gryffindors.

Tom rolled his eyes, as the Gryffindor Chaser acted like an idiot in front of the crowd. He noticed with horror that despite this display of pigheadedness, every girl in the crowd was gazing up at him with infatuated adoration.

Not knowing what to expect, and very scared at what he might see, Tom looked at Grey from across the stands to where she sat. He saw, with relief, that she was rolling her eyes in disgust, and was obviously uninterested and aware of Davies' true disposition as resident-twat.

Just then, another Gryffindor chaser (Algie Longbottom) scored their seventh goal, as the Gryffindor stands erupted into cheers.

"Oi, Grey, you sure your boyfriend's not a Gryffindor in disguise? Seems to be cheering louder than our whole stand!" Noah called out from behind Tom. Tom looked at Elena and saw her jumping up and down on her seat in elation as she screamed and whistled for the Gryffindor team.

Furious, Tom silently cast a hex on Grey, that gave her a much needed shock and thankfully shook her out of her ecstatic reverie. She sat down and eyes narrowed, she glanced around for the caster of the hex until she saw Tom's murderous glare. She hastily rearranged her physiognomy from gleeful joy until it registered nothing more than disinterest and slight disappointment.

Looking back at Tom, who gave her a look of deepest disdain, she stuck her tongue out at him. Then, not daring to look back, she left the match before Tom could curse her again.

"And that's a hundred and ten to thirty to Gryffindor, the snitch evading capture by both teams' seekers. Although most of the credit does go to all the Gryffindor chasers for those goals, I must say that one of them is taking all of it. I swear, if Davies does the Wronski Feint one more time, a move that it only supposed to be used by the Seekers, I will personally fly out onto the pitch and throttle him!"

How long will the torture last? I cannot endure this anymore! And it is not fair that Grey gets to leave the match, while I sit here having to watch Davies' nauseating display.

Play resumed for some time, with Davies not doing anymore Wronksi Feints. Then, when Gryffindor were two hundred points up, it happened.

"What this? Has the Gryffindor chaser lost his mind? What is he doing?" Avery yelled into the megaphone.

Tom looked up to see Davies hovering above the Gryffindor stands, directly in front of him and with Quaffle in hand, descended to his eye level. Not saying a word, Davies took out his wand from the back of his robes, and scratched the words onto the Quaffle. Turning it around, Davies showed it to Tom, who read "Hey Grey, I'm Pierce, Pierce Davies." With that, he threw a signature wink at Tom and flew away, which caused Lucy to swoon and fall into Tom's lap and Kate to turn green (figuratively) with jealousy.

Tom could barely conceal his revulsion, nor could Avery, who shouted out "Oi, what's he playing at? That's a foul. No writing on the QUAFFLE! Penalty to Slytherin!"

Finally deciding that he had had enough, Tom stood up and calmly walked out of the stands. Three whole hours had passed by since the match had begun as the seeker's were both inapt and unable to catch the snitch. Tom rolled his eyes, how hard is it to catch a flying ball?

He made his way to the library hoping to get some reading done before Lunch. When he walked in he saw to his immense surprise, Grey sitting on a couch at the corner of the library engrossed in a book.

He walked up to her and asked, "Could you care telling me why you were cheering for Gryffindor? Even your best friend Bennett, Noah as you so preciously call him, has started to suspect something is amiss."

"Sorry, I forgot alright. Besides, everyone else was too caught up in that pigheaded git Davies."

"Oh, that's right, I forgot to tell you," he said angrily, "That 'pigheaded git' Davies flew up to ME during the match and introduced himself by writing on the quaffle, 'Hi, I'm Pierce, Pierce Davies."

"What? That's all?"

"No. He also had the indecency to wink."

"WHAT? Why though? Doesn't everyone think we're going out?"

"Yes they do. However, Davies apparently doesn't care and now this has caused a huge scandal which Avery is magnifying by making it seem much more than that," he answered.

Elena sighed. Even he could see that she was beginning to get tired of these stupid scenes that kept happening. The sooner they got back in their own bodies, the better. He did not want to handle a hormonal male teenager of all things. However a small part of him did feel sorry for Grey and what she'd have to deal with once she's back.

"Ok, I'm reading, go away," she finally said, "We can sort this out later."

"Fine, see you after dinner."

Tom walked up to the aisle at the restricted section and aimlessly searched under 'Dark Magic'. He knew it wouldn't be there as it hadn't been for the past week but there was for no harm in trying.

He picked up Magick Moste Evile and flipped through it. Again there was that tantalising hint that stated, "Of the Horcrux, wickedest of magical inventions, we shall not speak nor give direction–"

There had to be some other book, one that did have instructions. Tom had nearly reached the end of the aisle when he spotted three immensely old; leather bound books that had certainly not been there before.

He felt a thrill of excitement and reached for the first one. It had an unpleasant stain on it that looked like blood and it's pages looked like they were starting to mould. "Secrets of the Darkest Arts," It was ambiguously titled. He immediately scooped the three books out and checked them out with the librarian.

"Are you sure you should be reading these, Miss Grey?" the librarian asked good naturedly.

"It's a Defence Against the Dark Arts project," he answered smoothly, "We are meant to research the worst of what wizards can do."

"Alright, here you go then. Mind you return them to the correct shelves when you do."

Tom settled down into a dark corner and began reading excitedly.

What Defence Against the Dark Arts project? Elena thought frowning; we haven't even been set any essays let alone projects by Professor Merrythought. He believes in practical lessons only.

She remembered the files that Snape had entrusted her with that mentioned Tom was going to be committing his first murder on his father.

She felt an uneasy sense of intuition and cast a disillusionment charm before she fled to her Gryffindor dormitory.

Thankfully, the common room was deserted as was the girl's dorm. She rummaged through her trunk and brought out the file. How could she have left it in there when Riddle could have easily spotted it?

She carefully went through each and every article in her trunk and decided, apart from the files, everything else was fine for Riddle to see. She quickly left the Gryffindor tower and returned to the Slytherin Boy's Dorms.

She thoroughly re-read every file before seeing something about Horcruxes. Riddle, no, Voldemort had split his soul into seven parts which was the reason he didn't die when his killing curse backfired. She flipped a page and saw that he made the first one after killing his father. She saw a detailed list of each Horcrux and the year it was made. She looked at the first Horcrux listed and followed her finger across the page to the date on the other side.

'The Gaunt's Ring, also the Resurrection Stone although Riddle is unaware of this was created on 21st of July 1944'

Elena gaped. That was only nine months from now. Was that what he was looking for in the library; to create a horcrux to destroy his humanity?

Elena was frozen with horror. She refused to believe that Tom could actually commit murder. He may be arrogant and proud but she didn't think he was capable of cold blooded murder.

Strengthening her resolve to prevent this, Elena made her way to the library. After looking around and making absolute sure that Tom had left, she asked the librarian, "Sorry, but, can I please have the titles of the books Miss Grey just borrowed. You see, we are working on this project together and she forgot to mention the books to me."

She gave the librarian a dazzling smile for good measure and the lady was instantly won over. Obviously Tom was a frequent visitor to the library and like every other teacher, she doted on him.

She promptly gave Elena the list of books which she read, "Secrets of The Darkest Arts", "Immortality: What It Takes", and lastly "The Sacred Arts of the Darkest Sorcery".

The titles proved Elena's suspicions correct, and she realised the enormity of her mission and how important it was she completed it. The books really showed how far Tom was willing to go to live forever and how much work she'd have to do make him abandon his attempt.

She thanked the librarian and slowly walked back to the Common Room. There was still one hour till dinner and she had no idea where Tom was.

She had to work harder at her mission if she wanted to succeed. Suddenly, unbidden images of her two friends' dead, still faces showed up in her mind. So this is what it all boils down to; Tom's obsessive desire to live forever and his determination unhindered by death or destruction.

But Elena still couldn't believe that the Tom she'd come to know would ever turn into such a monster. And that, Elena realised was the whole point of her mission; that she had to stop Tom from evolving into Voldemort. He wasn't yet at that stage, and who knows, she might have already changed the future.

But he still borrowed those books.

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