Chapter Seven: Tom

Sorry, I wrote a copy of chapter six! This is the real chapter seven. I hope.

Tom jerked, he looked wildly around the room. The sound had come from the Boys Dormitory and Tom hurried up there. He opened the door and saw a figure in a cloak. The figure turned around, crouched over. A hood covered it's face.

"What are you doing here?" It's voice was rasped and broken.

"I-I, I'm looking for Ingio Doreen. He dropped his parchment." Tom held up the parchment and showed the figure, it stood up and straightened it's back. Then pulled back the hood.

"Thanks for finding it. I was just looking through the trunks to see if I lost it anywhere." It was a boy. He had dirty brown hair and black murky eyes. He looked quite tired and his uniform was messy underneath. His shirt was covered in dirt and his face caked in mud.

"I'm Ingio by the way." Ingio said, extending his hand. Tom slowly reached for it and shook it.

"I'm Tom."

"Tom Riddle, I know, my parents served the Dark Lord once, but that Harry Potter killed him. We thought he died after the first Wizarding War, but he came back." Ingio said darkly, now squeezing Tom's hand.

"Tell me, do you have any connections with the Dark Lord? My father was there when Potter came to the Graveyard to awaken my Master," Ingio continued.

"Um, I don't know if I do have any connections with the...Dark Lord." Tom said.

"My, my, but you look just like father said he did. Are you sure you weren't there at the Graveyard that night? No, you couldn't be, you be gone by now, passed your seventh year. I wonder, I wonder..." Tom was puzzled.

"Who's this, he? You can tell me Ingio." Tom reassured.

"After Potter left, The Dark Lord raised a boy up, with Dark magic, the boy was very strong, so strong. He radiated fear. He was fear. Father was terrified, so, so terrified, all of them were. The Dark Lord cared for him and told us he would help us, he kept the boy safe, he said he would keep the boy safe until he was needed, but what was so strange, was that boy had hair as black as night, eyes as green as grass. He looked just like Master did as a child." Ingio's grip was tightening now. Tom's hand was white, clammy and cold.

"The Dark Lord kept his promise, will you raise him back? Will we fight once again?" Ingio asked.

"Look, I don't know what your talking about, but Vol- I mean The Dark Lord is dead. He can't come back." Tom said.

"But my father can sense another force, something stronger. What is it. Even I can feel it. It's so strong, so strong." Ingio said. His grip loosened and he fell. Tom jumped back.

"Ingio? Ingio? Wake up!" Tom yelled. Tom crouched down and shook him. He took Ingio's pulse. He was awake. Tom stood up and slowly exited the room. Tom ran out of the Dorm and the Common Room. Tom checked his watch, History of Magic probably started already.

"Where is it?" Tom muttered. He knew he should've left Ingio's parchment for later. He should've followed Jenna to History of Magic. Tom took out his timetable, History of Magic, where is it... Aha! Tom found it on the slip of paper. He followed the directions. While doing that, Tom thought about what Ingio said.

Something about a boy who looked like a Tom. Lord Voldemort looking like the boy when he was younger. Probably a load of nonsense. Although, maybe it wasn't nonsense. Tom never knew where he came from, who his parents were. And, if what Ingio said was true, well, would that make Voldemort his father? The idea was crazy. Lord Voldemort, his father. No, it couldn't be. Tom's head hurt thinking about it. He just couldn't stop thinking about the idea. But it all made sense! Tom did have a connection to Voldemort, how else could he have known the passageways around Hogwarts on the first night to Gryffindor Tower? When he heard Scorpius talking about Cedric Diggory, he had felt guilty of his death, because Voldemort had killed Cedric! Tom couldn't believe it. He had this strange connection to an evil man. This made Tom infuriated. So this was the reason why he was in Slytherin. Because Voldemort was his father. Tom could barely contain his anger, no one would want to be friends with him after they heard this. Tom had to keep it a secret. He couldn't be friends with Albus either. Tom's father killed Harry Potter's parents. Albus would be mad at Tom.

There was no other way, he could only be friends with those in his house. But when the year is over, where will he go? Surely Voldemort had a place to stay when he was down in school.

Suddenly, a memory flashed in Tom's head. An orphanage. Where did Tom stay when he wasn't at Hogwarts, he didn't even know where he lived, but Ingio said something about a Graveyard, maybe that was where Tom lived, but why couldn't he remember anything? Tom's head even more now, it was like something was pounding his skull, Tom gasped in pain and clutched his forehead. It was now a sharp stabbing pain, as if someone was repeatedly stabbing him with a sharp knife. How he knew that, was a mystery. Tom staggered towards the hallway until he fell down. The pain was increasing and he couldn't keep it in anymore, his breathing shortened into quick and short ones. He was suffocating.

What's happening to me? He thought. He was sprawled across the floor when he heard a creak. It was a door, he heard slow footsteps, then, they stopped. They started again, but they were quick and rushed.

"Tom!" A voice gasped, Tom looked up and saw Jenna standing above him, she kneeled down and helped him up.

"Thanks." Tom croaked. The pain stopped and Tom could easily breathe now.

"What happened? Did you find Ingio?" Jenna asked. Tom nodded and told he about meeting Ingio, the what Ingio said about the Graveyard and the boy. He told her about when he was going to the classroom and thinking about everything, (He was the only one he could trust with the information that Voldemort was his father) then the pain in his head.

"It stopped after you came." He explained. Jenna nodded taking the information in like normal news.

"That's strange. Ingio is shifty. The thing about Voldemort being your father, I don't see how that could be wrong, I don't want to be mean," Jenna added, rushed. "Your forehead, I'm not sure. Maybe see Madame Pomfrey."

"But I don't want to miss another lesson! I already missed Transfiguration."

"You did?"

"For Quidditch try-outs." Tom explained.

"Okay, well, look. Was the pain terrible?" Jenna asked.

"Yes, like someone was repeatedly stabbing me in the head, I don't know what it feels like, but Voldemort must have felt it."

"Well, maybe it's got something to do with Voldemort. You never know, he did have these things called Horcruxes. Maybe when he made you, he gave you a Horcrux."

"Yes, but I'm supposed to kill someone to create a Horcrux. Right?"

"I'm not accusing you of anything, but what if you did kill someone. In Harry potter's fourth year, who died?" Jenna asked.

"Barty Crouch Junior, Barty Crouch Senior and Cedric Diggory. Barty Crouch Senior was killed by his son, Crouch Junior. Cedric was killed by Lord Voldemort and Barty Crouch Junior had the Dementors suck out his soul."

"So, we can rule out both Crouch's. So who's left? Cedric Diggory, and he was killed by Voldemort, but was Voldemort in his real body at that time?"

"I-I don't know, Albus probably knows." Tom said.

"There's another thing Tom." Jenna said. Tom knew what she was going to say and didn't like it.

"You've got to tell Albus."

"He'll hate me! My father killed his fathers parents! He'll hate my guts!" Tom said.

"He won't hate your guts. He knows that you wouldn't hurt anyone."

"Well, I hurt Scorpius. At Quidditch try-outs." Tom mumbled.

"Did Albus see?"

"Yes." Tom sighed.

"Well, you have to tell him. I don't care how you tell him. Just tell him, okay?" Jenna said firmly.

Tom nodded. "It's lunch, we should be heading to the Hall." Tom said as he checked his watch.

"We have charms after," Jenna said. "With all the houses. You can tell him then."

Tom sighed as he and Jenna made their way to the Great Hall. Tom couldn't tell Albus.

He was scared.

Very scared.