First I just want to say that I'm really sorry about how long it's taken me to update this! Me wanting a life is really no excuse. But I also want to thank everyone who's reviewed or put this story down on story alert or favourite story and whatnot! :D Thankyou thankyou thankyou! :D It means the world to me!
But I've also just realised that this story lacks a disclaimer :P And so it's with much disappointment and heartache that I have to say that I am unfortunately not J.K Rowling and that these characters and all do not belong to me (what a sad life this is) :P

~enjoy

CHAPTER 6

Tom was rarely to be found speechless - usually it was everyone else that would be left breathless at his superiority and magical prowess - but she...he couldn't believe it – he stood there, gaping at her incredulously, bewildered beyond comprehension.

For weeks she had hung onto him as if her very life depended on him. She had aggravated and bickered with him so much that he had frequently felt like a fuming bull. And to top it all off she was a mudblood. His life had been hell with her in it. But now…now she just… ignored him. Feeling a bit miffed at her sudden disinterest in him he decided to go make her life a living hell now – to give her a taste of how annoying an unwanted presence could be.

'What're you doing Granger? I thought you already knew everything, or have you been misleading us all this time?' He waited a second before realising that she hadn't even acknowledged him! The nerve of that girl!

'Granger, I'm speaking with you – answer me!'

'Busy, go away.' Really! Was that all she could spare him? A mere three words while he had gone to the length to bestow upon her numerous words from his gracious self?

'Yes, I can see that,' he bit back acidly. 'But that wasn't my question. I want to know what you're doing.' There was a subtle hint of a command there, his voice bordering threatening.

'I'm busy Tom – or can you not comprehend that tiny little concept?' She hadn't even glanced up from her book while she was speaking!

'Granger!' Pulling out the book from underneath her nose he chucked it carelessly aside where it landed with a thump on the library floor.

He had expected her to yell at him, to point her grubby little finger into his chest and start screeching at him about his arrogance or whatnot, but instead she raised a solitary eyebrow before accio-ing the book right back into her hand, giving him a look that clearly let him know that she thought he was being childish. As if she was the adult here and he was just an annoying little speck of dust on her robes.

His magic bristled indignantly at this, rolling off him freely, and he embraced that thrilling sensation of it burning through his veins, of its uncharted and adulterated course through his mind, body and soul; merging with his blood, forming that inexorable moment of sinful bliss. He let it crackle through the humid air, whispering nothing but dark secrets, wrapping its arms around that petty first year, constricting her breathing and lung movements.

'I'm warning you Granger, don't play with me,' he whispered, smirking as he began to feel her struggling against his bonds. But she didn't understand, couldn't even begin to comprehend his power. She was but a first year.

But then he felt it; her magic; its power; its strength.

Confused, his concentration broke for a tenth of a second, but that was all she needed. Her magic lashed out at him forcefully, drowning his mind in a mass of light that blinded him and pierced his heart with sharpened swords. It trapped him within the very confines of his own mind. It strangled him till his hold on reality began to fade away and it smiled serenely as he began to fall into an abyss filled with unknowns. As his mind betrayed him his eyes set themselves on the title of the book that she had been so obsessed with...The Foolish Words of a Master...

She walked spitefully away from the unconscious Tom. He would never remember it was her; she had made sure of it.

Walking away from the depths of the shadows of the library she let her mind wander back to Grindelwald. Having once read a paper written by the infamous Raven Wield a certain sentence had ingrained itself into her memory unconsciously…

…He who dares interrupt the fragile cloth of time will be cast out and left to their own demise as time will find a way to return them...and if not, then it will kill the foolish, for Order will triumph...

Shaking her head she forced her mind to steer away from her upcoming doom. She had known it…known it from the very start; known that it was this above all else that had Dumbledore grief-stricken and broken.

But It has to be done! Someone needs to be willing! If only the people would remain safe...

Walking through the corridors that led to the Slytherin dungeons her mind barricaded a wall; a wall that would block all thoughts of retreat and grief away.

And that was all that she would need.