205"Everyone, I would like to introduce you to Mr. Tom Sweyn…"
Everyone from the great hall applauded, especially the females.
"He is a transfer student here from Durmstrang…" Dumbledore continued, " and will continue his sixth year education here in Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry…"
" And of course, to start with all, he is to be sorted into which house he belongs…"
The great hall then burst into whispers. "Ooohh… I hope he ends up in Gryyfindor!" squeals Lavender Brown, "I mean, look at him! He's so GORgeous!" She and Parvati then burst into a fit of giggles.
Harry was still looking at the transfer student.
Something about him made his hair stand… and he. Don't. Like it.
He also found Snape looking at him with a strange look, something Harry was familiar about every time Snape looks at him.
Tom was about to sit on the stool, but then, Dumbledore tapped his shoulder and whispered, "Meet me at my office after the feast…password's Gryndillow" before proceeding to the staff table.
Tom sat down the wooden stool, all students' eyes on him.
He then placed the hat on him, a voice now ringing through his mind.
" Aaah! Back again I see…" said the hat. "Quite great things… great things you've done through the years… but terrible…"
" You still know where I should be putted, am I right?" Interrupted Tom.
"Yes… I do not change any of my judgments, but I did have some difficulty with young Mr. Potter…" "Oh really…?" said Tom with due interest. "Yes… quite hard, he'd be great in Slytherin, but he then chose to be somewhere else… but then, let's get back to the sorting, Yes, no doubt about that, well then, now that I'm sure… SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted the last word, the Slytherin table burst into a loud applause. The other girls from the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw table moaned in disappointment. Harry saw him taking off the hat before coming down to join the Slytherin table, but before he could even get there, he saw him look at him, giving him one of his charming smiles. Harry tried to return it, but failing miserably and ended up just staring at him dumbly.The start-of-term feast has ended, and everyone was guided through his or her house dormitories.
Tom headed towards Dumbledore's office where he came face to face with an extremely ugly Gargoyle statue.
"Gryndillow" he bellowed.
The gargoyle then sprang to life, and hopped beside as the wall behind him split into two. Tom then stepped into the spiral staircase that began to move upwards in a circling motion.
Reaching the top, he went towards the large oak door that could be found at the end of the hall. He reached forward the brass knocker, which was the shape of a griffin, and knocked on it softly.
"Ah! Tom, Come in! The doors open" Came Dumbledore's voice from behind the wooden door.
Tom opened the door, coming in, wearing a most defiant smirk. " I knew you wouldn't be fooled by a simple charm such as this, Albus…" he said, coming towards the Headmaster who had now laid down the book he was reading a while ago, fixing his half-moon spectacle to look at the young lad.
"Yes, quite a simple spell, but charming solution as one of that!" his eyes were twinkling mischievously, something Tom had found quite uncomfortable. " Yet you seem to be a little bit different from the Tom Riddle I had remembered forty years ago…minus the eyes and the hair of course…"
" I made myself look different for I know that some others still recognize me for who I am… regarding the fact that you've found my diary five years ago…?" Tom said slowly, matter-of-factly.
" Ah yes! Your diary, quite brilliant! I had never expected it from a fifth year when you were still studying here… But let's get into conclusions…" Dumbledore rose up from his seat, and started pacing down the room.
Fawks was at the corner, looking at him as he nestled at her place, following him with her eyes as he walked over the room back and forth.
" What seems to be the reason for you to be coming here in Hogwarts, Tom?" Dumbledore asked, stopping from his walking fiasco.
"I prefer to be called by my own name…" Tom drawled, " I have no intentions into keeping my filthy muggle father's name as so to speak…"
"Voldemort then…" Dumbledore said most assuring, " What seems to be interesting here for you to come…?" he asked again.
" There are things here that must be seen accomplished that my followers had seemingly failed miserably…" he sighed.
" Does this have anything to do with our young Mr. Potter…?" He asked.
"Yes… unfortunately, it does… But I assure you that I would never harm the boy…"
" I wouldn't be too sure about that, then what was the purpose of those threats that you had given to him those whole previous years?" the Headmaster said, stroking his beard knowingly.
"I have my own reasons, Albus, and I will not let anyone tolerate any of my purposes" Voldemort said threatingly.
"Yes… I could see that…" Dumbledore replied, "But I will still keep a close watch on you… and if you ever hurt any of my students, I will not think twice into killing you …" he said calmly, something Tom had never seen from the threatening tone of the aged wizard.
It was a long moment of silence before Dumbledore said, " Would you care for some Lemon Drop?"
Harry was all-alone, the surroundings nothing but pitch black.
It was all-quiet… even the wind was not heard…
No one to comfort him…
All was lost…
No one to care for him…
Tears were shed…
Then he heard it.
Words of comfort…
Whispers of care…
The man held him with his arms…
Warmth and comfort…
Love and reassuring protection…
He couldn't see his face, yet his silver-gray eyes shone through the darkness…
Then….
Cold high-pitched laugher…Screams and pleads for help were heard…
He felt the man against him was shoved by the other,
Laugher… Screams…
His scar had burned…
Pain…
He saw the man with gray eyes being lifted by the wrist,
Struggles…
The other man laughed, his face hooded with black cloak…
Loneliness…
And then, he held out a dagger from his robes,
Aiming at the struggling mortal…
He thrust his weapon, breaking through the flesh…
Blood was scattered…
Green eyes widen…
Death…
He just sat there,
Frightened…
Not knowing what to do…
All he could hear was laughter…
Deaf with what surrounds him…
A voice echoed through his mind…
" You are mine…"
Harry sat bolt up right, his face streaming up with sweat.
It was still dark, but he knew it was already morning.
What was all that dream about? Harry thought for a second, who could those men possibly be? But he knew he wouldn't get any answers, for those men's faces were hooded, and the place was filled with darkness.
After a while, he couldn't remember any of it, the more he clings to it, and the more it gets away.
Thinking it would rather be no use getting back to sleep, he got up from bed, sneaking towards the bathroom so not to disturb any of his roommates, and took a quick shower.
He got dressed, went outside the portrait, and headed towards the great hall.
"I was too early then…" he said to himself as he entered the great hall.
The hall was deserted, making it look bigger than the usual.
So I'm the first, he thought, but his thoughts failed him when he heard a drawling voice from behind.
"What the hell are you doing here, Potter?"
He turned around, only to come face to face with none other than…
"Malfoy…"
TBC
Thanks to the nine reviewers from the first chappy! Sorry if this one's kinda shorter than the last, I wasn't in the mood that time…
Here are my replies from those nine:
HPIceAngel: Don't worry, it'll come around soon…?Youkai: Thanks for the correction! Oh yeah, for the plot praise too! ^_^
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Megs: Yess, well Dumbledore did notice, It's in this chapter and thanks again for the plot praise!well, It's also the same as structure, no?
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Blimey! Am I really good at plots!? I'm quite flattered! Lol Maybe I'll try to plot something really… eeeeevvviiiillll….Lol again Wow, that must be the most corniest joke I had ever said!
Well, thanks for wasting your time reading my fic! Hope you review if you can tell me whether my story sucks or not… ^_^