Honey walked through the corridors to get to class. She halted when she heard Meredith calling after her. Meredith and Becky caught up to her. Tom went quiet as she talked to her friends.

"Where have you been? You suddenly disappeared for days, without so much as a word, come back, and ignored us when we called your name? What is going on with you?" Meredith stopped talking to catch her breath.

"We are worried about you." Becky summarized Meredith's rant.

"I'm sorry. I am going through stuff." Honey said.

Meredith thought about the war that was going on. "Oh! I'm sorry. I did not mean to be harsh. It's just um we've got to do our project and we need you."

Meredith was talking about the plan for Honey to Polyjuice Potion herself into Pansy Parkinson and put Mackled Malaclaw in Draco Malfoy's dorm room.

"Don't worry. When it's done I will be there." Honey promised them. "I'll see you two later."

"Sure."

After Honey walked off Tom began to talk.

"What's going on? What project are you and them doing? Doesn't sound like a school project."

She told him about the Polyjuice Potion.

"I see...I'm stuck in the body of a girl who is going to transform into another girl for revenge on a boy."

"That about sums it up."

"Never thought I'd be in this type of position."

"Oh, yes. I never imagine I'd have two murderous ghost living in my body. One even escaped. Anything is possible."

Tom ignored her sarcasm. "Why are you doing this? It's not even our business. We have enough to do as it is."

"I thought this would interest you. We are going inside Slyhterin's common room. Don't you want to go?"

"I do want to see how much it has changed."

"It's good that you agree. 'Cause you are going to do it."

"Come again?"

"You are doing it. I have no tactic, Tom. You are more suited for these type of things."

Tom thought over Honey's request, which was more of an order. This was probably another one of her tests to win her trust.

"I won't disappoint you."

When Honey reached her Charms class she filed into the room with the rest of her classmates and took her seat. Flitwick was teaching everyone how to do countercharms. Honey waved her wand and did it flawlessly.

"How'd you do that?"

Honey looked up to find a classmate staring at her.

"You did it without saying the charm." said the boy.

"No, I didn't. I was only waving my hand. Someone else did it." Honey convinced him.

The boy believed it and returned to what he was doing.

"You did the countercharm on your first try. That's loads of improvement." Tom praised her.

Honey ignored Tom. She continued to practice the spell and wave her wand. She was not able to perform the charm anymore, just as she was barely able to cast Vanishing Spells for Transfiguration. The only classes she excelled at were those that didn't require the use of a wand.

Wizards and witches were supposed to be given wands at young ages and taught to use it in school. Wands are tools to direct magic. Since Honey hadn't even purchased a wand when Marvolo attacked her, she was never taught how to use one until recently. This made her magic roam freely. She was able to perform wandless and nonverbal magic but its unstable and rarely comes out right. She could barely use a wand for simple spells. Tom knew that she was embarrassed by this and she would never forgive Marvolo for doing this to her. Her hatred transferred to him and Voldemort.

"What are we going to do about Dumbledore?" Tom asked Honey while they were in History of Magic class.

"What about him?" she asked back.

"Are you planning on pursuing Dumbledore, search for Marvolo, do schoolwork, your extra project, Qud -"

"What is your point?" she interrupted him.

"What I mean to point out is that you can't do all of these things at once. You'll exhausted yourself again. You'll end up in the Hospital Wing, your parents will be contacted, and your father will demand to remove you from the school." Tom paused for her to understand. She would be taken away from Hogwarts. Taken from the normal life she dreamed of. "You must sort out your priorities. Your must choose which is more important, which to do first."

"If you want me to focus on capturing Marvolo just say it. No more long winded speech."

"I want to find Marvolo as soon as possible."

Marvolo's escape was unfortunate for Tom and Honey. Both were left regretting that they did not kill him when they had their chances. With Marvolo on the loose it was only a matter of time before he enacts his revenge on them. It meant they had to get him before he strikes first. After talking it over, they decided the one thing that could draw him out was Harry Potter. Tom had to grudgingly admit that he was curious about Harry Potter. If Tom was curious that meant Marvolo was too. No matter what he was doing, eventually, he would approach Harry Potter to see how he caused Voldemort's downfall. It meant they had to stay close to the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Only stalk him. We don't have to be friends with him." suggested Tom.

"Wouldn't it be easier if we were? I can ask Potter if anyone around him was acting suspicious."

Honey's words reminded Tom of the warning he gave her about Voldemort. So engrossed he was with Marvolo, he almost forgot about Voldemort. He would have brought his older self up but shut his mouth. When Voldermot arrived in Potter Cottage, Honey lost conscious. Her mind protected itself by retreating to the windowless bedroom but she was conscious long enough to hear about the Horcruxes. Tom took control when Voldemort glimpsed inside their mind. Voldemort saw all that occupied Honey's mind, her windowless bedroom. On his end, Tom allowed him to see what he wanted him to see and kept Honey in the dark as much as he could. He stunned Voldemort and went to visit Melissa. Honey woke up after he left Melissa and returned to Malfoy Manor. Tom didn't know what happened between her and Voldemort but as he was a part of Voldemort he could guess. His older self probably fed her lies. This could interfere with Tom's plans. It didn't matter. Between him, who had always taken care of her, and Marvolo, who was trying to kill her, and Voldemort, a man with a bad reputation, in comparison which of them appeared more trustworthy? Tom didn't need Honey's full trust, only enough to get her to help him capture Marvolo. Marvolo first. He could handle Voldemort and everyone else later.

"Watching him from afar is a better option." Tom urged. If he was not careful, what happened with Melissa and Ben could happen to Honey and that Potter boy. He had to prevent it by finding something to reattach her to him. He thought of the birthmark she was concerned about. He could use that. When night fell and Honey was asleep, Tom entered her windowless bedroom. He pulled up Honey's sleeve to look at the rough patch of skin on the back of her wrist and whispered an incantation.

As she slept Honey subconsciously rubbed her birthmark. She awoken and found that she was in an unfamiliar room. She looked up at an old woman who had sharp features and a harsh expression on her face.

"Do you know why no one chooses you, Tom, because you can't behave." said the old woman. The old woman grabbed Honey's arm and pressed the back of her wrist onto a burning hot coal on the stove.

Honey cried from that pain. The old woman vanished but the pain from the coal lingered along with the smell of burning flesh.

"We must behave like good, normal boys or else no one will want us." Tom's voice echoed in the room. He appeared at her side to hold her.

"It hurts. I have to cut it out." muttered Honey.

"You can't cut it out. You can't get rid of it. You can't get rid of our past. Of who we were. Honey?" Tom said cautiously, in seeing that she silent and lost in thought. "Remember me, Honey Bee. Remember our past."

This was his plan? To convince her that she was him? She would have glimpsed his mind to see what else he was planning but couldn't do it anymore. Every time she did it she risked letting him see inside of her mind too. Before he would only see the windowless bedroom but now he would surly see more. If he discovered the truth he would fight her for the stone. She was going to play along with his games, make him believe he was in charge. She would have gotten rid of him already by trapping it inside of the crystals but she had a use for him. She had to keep him with her for a while.

"Oh, Tom!" she cried. "I'm so scared. What are we going to do?"

He hugged her back and promised that everything would be all right. In the next few days relationships between Honey and Tom were better. She behaved like her old self to avert suspicion. She went to all of her classes, lessons, tutoring her friends, and stalking Harry Potter. Things were going back to normal. As normal as it could get with Death looming over your head. Literally. Death couldn't watch her through the cards anymore since she threw them away. She could see his silhouette in the clouds on the enchanted ceiling. No one even Tom could see him. She had the ability to see Death and shadows of the creatures invisible to normal eyes. Tom could see some of the creatures too but he didn't seem to care.

"What do you think of Potter?" Tom asked Honey.

They were spying on Harry Potter in the Great Hall. Class was over and everyone was Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor table with this friends.

"I have not formed an opinion of him as of yet." Honey told Tom.

"Oh," said Tom, "what of his appearance?"

Honey studied Harry. "He needs to straighten the collar of his shirt."

"I meant...I meant his face."

Honey was confused by his question. "Do you mean the scar?"

"Do you think he's handsome?"

"I'm going to need a better look at him to answer you." she replied.

"Wait, no! Don't go to him! Don't!"

It was too late. Honey was already standing up to go to Harry but Fred and George caught up to her before she could reach him.

"Honey!" said Fred and George.

"Get away from them!" Tom ordered Honey. "Stay away from all the Gryffindors."

"I don't care for Slytherin and Gryffindor rivalry. They are my friends. I am having a conversation with them. Please, I want friends." Honey told Tom and shut him out. He wouldn't be able to see or hear anything now.

"Haven't see you in a while." said Fred.

"Where have you been hiding?" asked George.

"I've been here. What have you two been up to?" she asked them back.

"Mischief." they said in unison and grinned.

"Why wasn't I invited?" Honey teased them.

"Because you are special." said George.

"You are too innocent for the likes of us." said Fred.

This made Honey laugh. They were the innocent ones compared to her. They would view her as a monster if they knew of the things she did when she was Winifred. But that was all in the past. She was reborn. She had a new life. She should enjoy it.

"Where are you two sitting? Can I sit with you?" she asked them. She missed their company. It was different when she was with them than when she was with Meredith and Becky. Meredith was always in charge. She would order Becky and Honey around and made them do her bidding. Fred and George accepted Honey into their circle. Like now, the twins showed her to their spot and updated her about their latest inventions and ideas.

Feeling the hair on the back of her next erected, Honey knew someone other than Death was watching her. Marvolo was in the Great Hall.

"Great catching up." she said to the twins and stood up. "I've got to go. Talk later."

They said their goodbyes and Honey walked out of the Great Hall and into the corridors. She hoped Mavolo was following her. While talking to the Fred and George, she formulated a brilliant scheme. She released Tom from Riddle Manor.

"Tom, I don't feel well." she breathed. Encase Marvolo was near she put her hand over her forehead, appearing as if she was about to faint.

"I'm taking over." said Tom and Honey allowed it. "Rest. Focus on getting better."

Honey retreated back into her windowless bedroom where she could watch and hear everything Tom did without his knowledge.

Also in the Great Hall was Marvolo. He borrowed robes from an unsuspecting seventh year and confiscated his wand. With a glamour charm he fitted himself among the many students, using them as camouflage as he spied on Honey. His plan was to convince Honey that he was Edmund, the husband Winifred was desperately seeking, and trick her into giving him the stone. At first he was going to sneak into her dorm room while she slept and cut her arm off. He thought it over and doubt it would work. Honey might not be able to use a wand but her magic would instinctively protect her. Seducing her was an appealing option. This would be more fun than last time since the other Horcrux revealed himself. They were the same person. They knew each other's weaknesses and strengths. It would be entertaining to match wits with himself, especially when his other self was just as manipulative.

Marvolo believed Honey must have came across the other Horcrux while he was trapped in the crystal. There was no way they were inside of Honey's mind at the same time. He would have noticed. The other Horcrux might know about the stone and wants it for himself. He told him he was a split personality of Honey. Chances are the other Horcrux disguised himself as something else and told Honey the same thing. Honey was simpleminded enough to believe him too. Honey was an easy target but Winifred was a another story. From what he had seen, she was not someone that should be underestimate. Winifred left those memories there for Honey to discover. Honey's broom, which he still had, was near the entrance and her tarot cards were scattered on the floor. Maybe Honey stumble upon it already? The items were laying near the area of the memories. Maybe she went pass it and dropped them there by mistake? Could he be lucky? He had to get information from Honey. But to do that he had to let himself get caught.

Marvolo's gaze moved from Honey to the back of Harry Potter's head. He had his sights on the stone but was curious about the boy. He didn't believe Voldemort was defeated by an infant. There must be something more to that Halloween night. When he had the time he was going find out what it was.

Suddenly seeing Honey standing up and leaving the Great Hall, Marvolo followed her from a distant. Honey's head lowered for a moment. When she lift her head back up, the cold expression in her eyes told him the other Horcrux had taken over. Marvolo took a step back. It was not that he was intimidated by himself but he might sense him. He was not mistaken. Honey's turned her head to his direction and smirked. It looked foreign on the lips of her angelic face.

Marvolo's body was still as a statue as Honey walked toward his direction. He only breath in relief when she went passed, heading somewhere else. He glanced left and right and continued following Honey. She was going toward a large tapestry. The one where the other entrance of the Chamber of Secrets was. After she glanced at her surroundings she disappeared behind it. Taking his chances he went after her after he made sure on one was around. Chains appeared and wrapped themselves around him.

"Has being in the outside world diminished your judgment?" said Honey, but Marvolo knew it was not her. She was grinning at him with malice.

She grabbed one end of the chains and dragged him further into the tunnel, down to the Chamber of Secrets. He was brought back to his prison. He relaxed his body although he was panicking on the inside, anticipating the horror that awaits him. He kept reminding himself that it would be worth it in the end when he has the stone. She threw him onto the bed. The chains elongated and coiled itself on the bed underneath him. She waved her wand over him to remove the glamour charm and transfigured her wand into large silver shears. She walked closer to him with the shears in her hand. It was proof enough that this was the Horcrux and not Honey. She wasn't able to perform magic like this.

Marvolo stared at the shears. "What are you doing with that?"

Honey roughly grabbed a handful of Marvolo's hair and cut it off. "I don't like the length."

Marvolo screamed. He shook his head and struggled. Honey raised her free hand back and slapped his face to silence him. She grabbed his hair, pulling his head back, and stared into his eyes. The copper taste of blood was in his mouth. She had a lot of physical strength in one hand for someone so small.

"I didn't think catching you would be this easy." she said. "You disappoint me." The shears flashed near his eyes and another handful of hair was gone.

"You sick bitch!" Marvolo growled.

"You're a sick bitch too. We are the same person." She laughed, cutting more hair.

"You're one of the young ones aren't you?" Marvolo said to distract Honey. From observing her glee for torture he figured this Horcrux had to be from his younger years. He was more unhinged back then.

She released his hair and step back. "Maybe, maybe not." She said, then she circle the bed.

Marvolo's eyes never left her.

"How did you meet Honey?" asked Marvolo.

The mind games were about to start. Marvolo mentally prepared himself for it. What she did or say next was important. She would lace the truth with lies. He had to dissect her words to find useful information.

"We met on Hogwarts Express. She was adorable. Stared at me with innocence, beautiful, big eyes."

Marvolo found a problem with his description. "You weren't on the train. I was there. It was only me and Honey."

She continued circling the bed. "I wasn't talking about Honey."

Marvolo stopped following her movements when he realized that she was purposely making him dizzy. He closed his eyes to center himself.

"You weren't." he stated. He remembered that he said he was with Honey's mother first.

Honey stopped her stride at the foot of the bed, giving Marvolo a good look at her. Marvolo's eyes wander over her body, making note of the accessories she was wearing. The Horcrux had to be somewhere on her body, an item she never takes off. The problem was, she wasn't wearing any he could see. His assessment was halted when the familiar syringe with a needle came into sight. He bit his tongue, letting the pain distract him from the fear.