1I do not own Carrie or Harry Potter. This follows Tom and Carrie a few months in after the beginning of their acquaintance. Carrie is distracted from her studies with Tom by events going on at school.

Chapter Two: Darkness Falls

Carrie

It had been three months now, since Tom had become her secret tutor, teaching her how to use, how to better control her secret power. He had told her there were things he didn't know if he could teach her, without a proper wand, but with the direction of her mind, there were many things he could do to help her learn how to direct her power. Things easily hidden from her religious mother. Her loathing for her mother grew as her understanding of her "gift" as Tom caused it grew. It angered her, that she had to hide, in secret! Along with many things however, the boy she wrote was trying to teach her paitence. She had lately less outbursts of power. It was to difficult though, when her emotions were high, for her to control. She told him as much. Those at school pushed her, even as did her mother! They were intollerantly cruel, and they never, EVER, relented! It was hard to believe, when he would tell her that THEY were beneath HER! She could still remember that conversation.

"They are of no account, Carrie. They are not worth your loss of control. Your revenge will come, when the time is right. The trick is to bide your time, to wait for the opportune moment! Until then, consul yourself with the fact that this world will not be thier's for very long." he had written. "What do you mean? How could they, the PERFECT, ever be taken down from their pedestals?" she asked. "They are so far below wizardkind, they are like the cockroach you squash with your feet. They are worth only that much thought. You keep your mind here, on your studies. In them you will find all you need, and when your ready, your time will come." he said. "I have dreams sometimes. I can't tell if they are nightmares, or a wish. I am always covered in blood, on a stage. There is fire, and I hear their screams. They are afraid of me!" she confessed to him. "How often do you have this dream, my dear?" he asked her.

"At least a few times now, in the past month. It started when the posters started to go up around school about Prom." she replied. "Have you ever had dreams before? Things that appear so vivid they appear real, only to have them happen later?" he said next. "Sometimes, only since we started speaking. In the bowl of water, when you were teaching me divination, I saw my mother speaking to me about my father, thier "sin". I cried and cried in the dream. I was so angry! She hides me from my family! I felt suffocated, using all my being to hold back that knot of power," from striking. Then, about a week later it happened! Wait, what does this mean?" she asked, feeling a bit afraid. "Only that you are an unknown prodigy, my dear! I believe that you have the gift of the Sight!" he replied. She could feel his excitement as though it were her own! She had gotten use to it, being able to feel the emotions behind the words he wrote.

Today though, she needed him for far more than his lessons! Terrible things had happened! She had almost lost control! She had started her time, again. She left the shower, begging any kind person at all in all those she had to share the girl's locker room with for a tampon. She was scared when the chanting started, the leering! They began to throw tampons at her, some of them used! She was deeply hurt. It was hard to remember what Tom had told her about them, when all she could hear was their cheerful jeers and their cruel faces! What had she ever done to deserve any of this? She hadn't waited for the close of the school day. She hurriedly got dressed, grabbed her bag, and bolted home, relieved that her mother was still at work, though she was sure to catch it when the teachers called her at work! Carrie didn't care! She couldn't remain there. It was too dangerous! She locked herself in her bedroom and opened the notebook.

"Tom are you there? I NEED YOU!" she wrote, desperate. She felt it, curiosity, and then worry, worry for her! He, the wizard she conversed and only knew through a strange notebook, was the only person to show REAL concern, whatever the reason for her in her life! She felt the tears coming. "Slow your heart Carrie, you are frightening me! Tell me what's happened!" she saw appear on the page. Tears falling, staining the page and disappearing as she wrote, she omitted nothing, even though he was male, in telling him what had happened in the girl's locker room. She wiped her tears, and smiled a shy smile when she felt his answering anger before his words appear on the page. "These cockroaches are the kind that like to remain after the exterminator has come! No matter! Listen to me. Wait for your revenge. It is not the right time. Whatever you do though, they must not get away with this! You are a pureblooded witch! And by far the most talented I have ever met!

Show them who you are! You are stong, I know that you are. Practice patience, but know this, we WILL make them pay! Oh, have no fear, they will beg you for mercy, before you are done with them! Now do you understand, Carrie, what I have been teaching you? This is why they will never understand! This is why muggles can not practice magic! Because this is their true heart! Just because one can wield magic doesn't mean they should." he replied. He warmed as he got into his subject. She could feel his anger slip into something else. A man on a mission, he seemed to her suddenly. "How do we keep people, like those girls, from coming in and taking everything from us?" I asked. "Reason must be used first. Pressure from the older families. Shows of mercy. Not all muggle borns are without intelligence. I have come across a few who were put into school against their will, such will be natural allies. My vision Carrie, is to bring back the past! Every year, the numbers of those who can practice magic dwindle.

Proud, ancient wizard families entirely disappear. And the muggle borns that replace them do not possess their talent. The magic has become diluted. I fear for the disappearance of all our kind, if something is not done! The old families that remain must be strengthened. Those not of pure blood should be taken from the rosters! If we can rebuild those families, there are just enough left that maybe, just maybe we can reverse this. In doing so WE become the majority. We won't have to hide in the shadows, or be hunted, as you are!" he had said. "There would need to be not only a strong, but a powerful leader for that. One that can command the respect of the Old Families. Aristocracies only think about thier own bottom line, however. That leader will need Followers, LOYAL ones!" Carrie replied. "Ah, my dear, from me you have learned well! Yes, and I believe I can do all this!" he replied.

"I believe in you, Tom Riddle!" she exclaimed. She felt a feeling that she knew was alien to the boy she conversed with. A warmness, a fondness. "I know, I believe in you too, Carrie White. Remember that, whenever those cock roaches dare to think that they are your betters!" She grinned at the pages softly. All her anger, her pain had been taken, she was ready to return to her school, before her mother found out! "I must return now, I don't want to give Mother the excuse to lock me in the prayer closet again. I shall write back soon! Bye Tom!" She wrote. "Good afternoon, and remember my words, Carrie." he wrote.

Tom

He was in the middle of Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts, when such a feeling of invisable power and overwhelming emotions nearly knocked him out of his chair. Desperation, he felt it so strongly, if he hadn't known better, he would of sworn it was his own! His worry sent him digging in mid lecture, finding his now never absent notebook containing a piece of his soul that somehow allowed him to communicate with Carrie. His heart sped up when he opened to the first page and read her panicked writing. "Tom are you there? I NEED YOU!" he read. What could of happened to set her off like this? His heart was speeding, it almost frightened him! What was making her react so? He replied, hoping she had not been waiting long. "Slow your heart Carrie, you are frightening me! Tell me what's happened!" In spite of himself, in spite indeed of his very nature, he felt worried for her. That feeling soon switched on a dime however, when he read what came next!

It had been the poor girl's time of the month. Due to her unhealthy and psychotic mother, no one had helped her deal with that time properly, and he was a male! She had been taken a shower, when it appeared, a heavy flow of blood coming down her leg, enough to terrify the young girl. She came out of the shower, begging for help. Wrapped up, she begged for a feminine product who's name he had never heard before. Instead of help, those stupid, arrogant, bitch muggle girls tortured her by throwing tampons at the girl, some of them she had told him had been used! He himself had to fight hard to keep his notorious anger in check! Carrie White was the most powerful witch, period, he had ever had the pleasure to encounter! Her pedigree was so far above these stupid bitches it was laughable! She could kill them all with a look from her eyes! That they didn't know any of this was beside the point! He calmed himself enough however, to teach Carrie, and remind himself, of the virtues of waiting for the right time.

"These cockroaches are the kind that like to remain after the exterminator has come! No matter! Listen to me. Wait for your revenge. It is not the right time. Whatever you do though, they must not get away with this! You are a pureblooded witch! And by far the most talented I have ever met! Show them who you are! You are stong, I know that you are. Practice paitence, but know this, we WILL make them pay! Oh, have no fear, they will beg you for mercy, before you are done with them! Now do you understand, Carrie, what I have been teaching you? This is why they will never understand! This is why muggles can not practice magic! Because this is their true heart! Just because one can weild magic doesn't mean they should." he wrote. He wondered, as he sat there, if now perhaps would be the time to let her in on everything. He held no doubts to were her loyalties would lie! And she, more than anyone else on the globe, would understand why it was so important he act as soon as he could!

He became more convinced of this when she sent her reply. "How do we keep people, like those girls, from coming in and taking everything from us?" she asked. I couldn't help but feel proud. There was none sharper than she. How very perceptive she had become, since we had begun our strange acquaintance! He smiled as he began. "Reason must be used first. Pressure from the older families. Shows of mercy. Not all muggle borns are without intelligence. I have come across a few who were put into school against their will, such will be natural allies. My vision Carrie, is to bring back the past! Every year, the numbers of those who can practice magic dwindle.

Proud, ancient wizard families entirely disappear. And the muggle borns that replace them do not possess thier talent. The magic has become diluted. I fear for the disappearance of all our kind, if something is not done! The old families that remain must be strengthened. Those not of pure blood should be taken from the rosters! If we can rebuild those families, there are just enough left that maybe, just maybe we can reverse this. In doing so WE become the majority. We won't have to hide in the shadows, or be hunted, as you are!" And so there it was, his vision. He felt nervous, scared suddenly. It felt so alien to him, He almost thought it was hers, but it was not! He wanted her to join him! Not just for her power, He had come to admire the girl. She was unlike the silly hangers on of Slytherin, or the stuck up self diluted girls of Grypphindore! She took her abilities seriously, she reveled in all the things she had accomplished.

In three months she was learning 3rd year spells! All doubt was taken from him, and the birth of an Honorary Slytherin took place with the girl's next words. "There would need to be not only a strong, but a powerful leader for that. One that can command the respect of the Old Families. Aristocracies only think about thier own bottom line, however. That leader will need Followers, LOYAL ones!" she replied. Oh yes, perceptive was his young friend. He smiled in response. "Ah, my dear, from me you have learned well! Yes, and I believe I can do all this!" he replied. He was very touched, something he hadn't felt before, when she replied next. "I believe in you, Tom Riddle!" She really did! The only one that ever had, this stange, powerful, untrained witch he met through his notebook! He replied, entirely honest in his words, "I know, I believe in you too, Carrie White. Remember that, whenever those cock roaches dare to think that they are your betters!" He felt her calm, her regaining control over and reigning back her power.

"I must return now, I don't want to give Mother the excuse to lock me in the prayer closet again. I shall write back soon! Bye Tom!" she wrote. He grimaced at the thought of that terrible prayer closet that her mother found an excuse to drag her into at least once if not more a day into! He wouldn't let her in on those thoughts however. He would find a way to find Carrie, and get her out of that place eventually, and when the time was right, he would see that she had her revenge, on the harpies that dare think they are her betters, and her crazy mother as well! He replied to her "Good afternoon, and remember my words, Carrie."