Chapter 8: An Idea
A/n: I don't own Harry Potter
Tom Riddle's POV:
Tom Riddle was annoyed. How could a completely new seventh year beat him in potions? He shook his head.
Oh well, I guess I will just have to get her back and work harder, but how? I suppose I could do an extra assignment for Slughorn, yes, that will work, Slughorn is always so easy. How can I get back at Colombe though? Well I guess I need to find out more about her.
Walking out of the dungeons he heard high pitched giggling noises, Tom sighed. Girls were always following him around, so easy to get his way with them.
"Hey Tom!" said Olive, a little to chirpy, "You know that Hogsmead weekends are coming up this week, right?"
"Of course, I placed the notices in the board this morning." he said, calming his voice.
Olive turned a little pink,
"Well I was wondering if you could come with me?" she asked.
Sighing Tom answered.
"I am terribly sorry Olive, but I am going with my friends this time."
"But Toommm, you always go with them. Why can't you go with me?" she wined.
"I am truly sorry Olive, but you and Wallenberga are welcome to come with us." he answered.
Satisfied, Olive went off to go tell her friend,
"Nice talking to you Tom!" she called.
Now he was really angry, deciding to read more of the book he got from the Restricted Section (Secrets of the Darkest Art) last night. Strolling into the Library, Tom sat down in his favorite spot and stared to read after catching a glimpse of the new girl Gracelyn Colombe writing on the opposite corner form him. Choosing to ignore it, Tom started to read the paragraph on Horcurxes. He read:
Very little is known about the Horcruxes. A Horcrux is a powerful object in which a Dark wizard or witch has hidden a fragment of his or her soul for the purpose of attaining immortality. Creating one Horcrux gives one the ability to resurrect oneself if the body is destroyed; the more horcruxes one creates, the closer one is to true immortality. The only person known to achieve making a Horcrux is Herpo the Foul. Creation of a Horcrux is considered the foulest act of Dark magic, as it attempts to violate and tamper with the multiple laws of nature and morality in its creation. Horcruxes are objects considered to be so evil that even the texts published explicitly to cater to the practice of the most terrible kinds of magic will not speak of them.
The book was a great help to him, but it didn't say anything about how to make one. Snapping the book closed, Tom decided that he should prepare for his Death Eater meeting. Across the room, it looked s if Coloumbe was almost done her essay.
What a perfect opportunity to get information out of her, he thought. But how to get her attention? Just walking up to her wouldn't work. Perhaps if he offered to help on the essay? But she was almost finished, Perhaps if Coloumbe had to start again?
Tom smiled,
Perfect.
Walking up to her, Tom tapped her on the shoulder and quickly poured her inkbottle over her work.
"Coloumbe, I couldn't help but notice that you spilled ink all over you page." Tom said politely.
Surprised, she looked down and saw that her inkbottle had been knocked over her homework, creating a big mess and a huge ink puddle that was seeping through her page. Seeing the befuddled look on her face, Tom couldn't help but become slightly amused by this. Glancing up again, Tom saw that she had cleaned up the mess.
" I could help you," he offered.
She scowled.
"It's fine, I have another copy." she replied coolly, and started to put away all her supplies and cleaned the place up with a flick of her wand.
I didn't know she could do wordless magic! He thought
Surprised and refusing to her go without telling him about herself, Tom quickly said,
"Really? Many normal people in Hogwarts would clamoring for the chance to work with me." he shot back, "I could help you turn that essay into and O." he asked again. To was not giving up.
As Hermione cleaned up her working place, she said,
"Well incase you haven't noticed, I'm not a normal person, I prefer, different." and with that, Hermione stormed off from the Library, annoyed.
How dare she refuse him!
Hermione's POV:
As Hermione reached the door of the Ravenclaw Common room After all her lessons, she realized that she was really tired. Jennifer ran into her, bombarding her with questions about the upcoming Hosmeade trip.
"Hey Grace, Have you been asked to go to Hosmeade yet?" Jenn asked questioningly
"No, not yet." Hermione said, a little sad.
She, Harry, and Ron always went together to Hogsmead.
"It's alright." Jenn said comfortingly, "Trisha and I are planning to go to Hogmeade with Katie and Allison, you 'want to come?" she asked.
"Sure, I'd love to!" Hermione said enthusiastically.
"Great! The trip is tomorrow, have you been to Hogmeade?" Jennifer said
Shaking her head no, she was soon told all about Hosmeade. Tuning out, Hermione thought about how to deal with Riddle. He'd obviously didn't want to be friends with her.
"Grace? Hello? Anyone home in there?" Jennifer knocked Hermione gently on the side of her head.
Hermione shook herself awake, "Yes?" she asked.
Jennifer gave a small sigh, "Didn't you hear what I just said? Anyways, I said that we should probably go inside." she commented.
Walking back to the Ravenclaw Common Room. Hermione and Jennifer were met up with Allison and Ashley, not too long after, they ran into Trisha.
"So are you coming with us?" questioned Allison.
"Yeah, I think it will be fun." Hermione replied.
"That is if Riddle and his gang don't show up." Ashley said darkly.
"Why don't you like him Ash?" Hermione asked.
"Well ever since my little sister Vienna crossed the threshold of Hogwarts, she had been bullied by Riddle's gang for no reason. " said Ashley in a quiet voice.
"Ohhhh... So that's why you hate him!" exclaimed Jennifer, breaking the silence the Jennifer way.
"Come on guys," Allison called from inside the Ravenclaw Common Room, "it's almost curfew."
The five friends walked into the dormitory and falling asleep, just waiting for the next exciting day at Hogwarts.