Chapter 13: Interlude

He hid his surprise at the announcement. So there was a magic school, how fascinating. He immediately began cataloging the things he will be bringing with him to school. As he looked at all the shocked faces of the children around him, he felt a wave of pride wash over him. He was chosen, and they weren't. His eyes scanned the crowd for a head of unruly black hair and green eyes but was unable to find the one he was searching for. Not willing to spare a second thought, he dismissed the uncomfortable feeling of not seeing her in the crowd.

Opening his letter, he scanned the introductions and the school materials list.

"Sir. Where is this Diagon Alley?" He asked.

The old man laughed. "Please, Professor Dumbledore will do. We will go to Diagon Alley in time. I daresay I am quite surprised that you asked about Dagon Alley first. Most children raised in the muggle world usually ask about magic."

Tom raised a slender eyebrow. "Magic? I was aware of it a long time ago."