Chapter 6

A/N: If you read my Percy Jackson story "Did you love me" you know that I recently updated and would like to do some more with my fanfictions. With everything from The Cursed Child to Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them only fueled my love for Harry Potter more. However, APs are more time consuming than I ever could have imagined, and so I hope to be able to write a few chapters before the end of the summer.

Tom's POV

"The girl is a parselmouth!" The snake exclaimed, slithering at top speed.

"What?" I burst out angrily. "What do you mean she's a parselmouth?"

"She spoke to me! She is a descendent of the mighty Salazar Slitherin."

"That's not possible." I snarled angrily.

"You wanted to know, but I believe she went to Diagon Alley." The snake hissed, seeming uneasy.

I paced the length of the room, which was empty as always, and after placing a silencing charm (wandlessly, of course) on my door, I screamed out angrily, knocking the lamp to the ground and causing the snake to coil up.

"Calm down master," the snake spoke softly, "the girl does not control me like you do, perhaps she acquired the skill elsewhere."

"How did she react when she saw you?" I started to interrogate the snake, whilst thinking up all the possible scenarios in which she ruined my ascension to Lord Voldemort. She was definitely magical, and a risk to my power, and her end would be necessary.

"All I know is that she apparated from Diagon Alley with some school supplies, she was a bit surprised, like she didn't know she could speak to snakes. I heard from the Cole lady that she was a refugee from France. Her name is Alice Dupont." The snake spoke quickly and slithered away.

Tom fixed the lamp and the rest of the room, fuming silently on his bed. A plan was already formulating in his brain.

Alice's POV

"So, one day the boys came back to play tricks on me, and I challenged them to a game of qui- um soccer, football whatever." I sat on the couch, Lisa next to me, and about six more orphans listening on the ground.

"And it was 3 against one, and after I asked my friend, Harry, it was 3 against 2." I fondly remembered the match against the unruly Slytherins, but thankfully for them, there was no golden snitch that Harry would undoubtedly beat them to. "And we started the game. They scored first, but later, Harry and I, we passed the ball and maneuvered across the field to the goal 3, 4, 5 times. And before we knew it, we had won the game 10-2. Those kids never did bother me again."

Everyone smiled, for once, having some fun. I smiled too, a sad smile, one that was holding back tears that I planned to never let out, not until I had dealt with Tom Marvolo Riddle.

"But what about you guys? Any fun stories?" I finally felt like I had a sort of connection with these kids.

"We've lived in the orphanage for most of our lives." Said one boy bitterly. "And where we go to school, we get teased."

I sighed, some things, such as bullying, were consistent in all time periods, and clearly living in an orphanage didn't help these kids.

"You know what I think you should do? Confront him, the leader, and punch him in the face. You might get in trouble, but it'll send a message to him and the other students that you are not to be messed with." I said passionately. Before I came to Hogwarts, that was how I confronted my bullies, and even after, sometimes magic just didn't cut it.

"I don't know…" Another girl said. "What if it makes it worse? What if we'll have to hide?"

"You can't live in fear." I told her, before telling another one of my stories, which was difficult to do whilst leaving magic out of it.

When I went to sleep that night, I didn't cry, and I blocked the horror of the past – well, future, out of my mind. This was more difficult to do once I was asleep, and a flashback of our screams, Hermione's fear, Ron's unconsciousness and Harry's death came flooding back. I realized and accepted that Harry's death would not have occurred if not for my imprudence. I was the one who had spoken the taboo word Voldemort. It was me who had attracted all the death eaters. It was me who was responsible for Harry's death. Suddenly, I felt something pushing the boundaries of my mind, and my dream shattered. I awoke, shocked and angry; someone was trying to pry my mind.

I stormed down the stairs as quietly as possible and saw Tom Riddle sitting on the couch.

"Stay the hell out of my mind." I snarled at him.

"Why do you bother?" He said calmly.

"What?" I was caught off guard by his seemingly genuine question.

"With the muggle kids at this orphanage, these worthless people who will never understand?"

I didn't know what to say. The hatred in his voice was evident.

"Just stay away from me." I said, unable to keep a slight shake out of my voice.

"You've been traumatized. Your whole life has been taken away from you. You can talk to someone that understands. The loneliness. The anger." I was getting more and more surprised.

"You're cruel. You don't care about anyone but yourself." I said, almost crying.

"You don't know me. You don't know anything about me." Tom's calm disposition changed in a millisecond.

I turned around, tears streaming down my face and I didn't sleep for the rest of the night. Nor did I sleep for most nights at the orphanage, as I was consumed by darkness every time I closed my eyes.

A/N: So, not the longest chapter ever, but with any luck it won't be my last. Make sure to R&R. Love you guys!