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Post by Gryf on Apr 11, 2002 13:54:21 GMT -5
OMG! You leave us there! You are good because I am really starting to hate Tom. I felt sorry for him in the beginning but, that poor little kid. UGH! I hate him...
MORE, MORE, MORE...
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Post by Baby_Buttercup on Apr 11, 2002 14:35:47 GMT -5
OMG!!! ME TOO!!! that story is so amazing!!! i can't wait to read more!!! waiting like this is like waiting and anticipating for the 5th year!!!
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Post by dianella on Apr 11, 2002 20:06:34 GMT -5
ok - as a show of appreciation for all those nice comments, I'm posting this chapter a bit early!! Enjoy Ch 9 The Letter and The Warning While no one could ever prove that Tom was involved in the murderous rampage of the rooster, their eyes convicted him. Hushed whispers quieted whenever he approached, and people nervously shifted positions to be as far from Tom as possible. As time passed, life at the orphanage grew ever more isolating. He slept alone, ate alone, and as he was rarely awake during the day, seemed to live alone. That suited Tom Riddle just fine. Tom yearned for night, for darkness, when he could perfect his craft and master his past. In the trunk that had been his mother's he had found a valuable clue to his heritage - a magical diary that could transport him as an observer to past events. He saw his namesake, Marvolo Slytherin, as he led raids against muggle towns and built a legion of powerful supporters. He saw his mother at school, learning to use the power that filled her veins. He saw the fool that fathered him breaking her heart and trying to destroy his future. He hated him. He hated all of them - all of the muggles. The day his letter arrived, addressed in emerald green ink and bearing a coat of arms, he was not at all surprised. He knew this would be the year when he would arrive at Hogwarts; he knew already that it was his destiny to be in Slytherin house. He was, after all, the heir of the great Salazar himself, and he was prepared to ascend to that throne. That night, cloaked in the darkness of a moonless night, his master had serious words for him to heed. "They must not know. Those muggle-loving fools must not know that your blood is that of Slytherin. You will enter school and never let them see the great skill, the great power that you possess. Blend in, study hard, and watch…watch for those that will be friend and those that will be foe." Tom hung on every word Grindelwald uttered. He worshipped this man - his teacher, his mentor, his master. The only person in all the world that gave a damn about him. Grindelwald continued. "There is a secret within the school. One that even I, the great Grindelwald, cannot uncover. Only you can discover this secret, and unleash the awesome power within. That power will be yours to wield." Tom, sitting cross-legged on the ground, looked up into the face half-visible in the flickering light of a lone candle and asked, "This secret, this evil force…will I be able to control it?" "There is no good and evil, Tom. Always remember that. There is only power and those to weak to use it. This is a great power, and it will do your bidding. Find the chamber and use the power within to finish your ancestors' work. This will help." He handed Tom a piece of fabric, light and fluid. "An invisibility cloak. You will need to use this to help you move about the castle without arousing suspicion." Grindelwald now bent down and sat gently next to Tom. "We will not be able to meet as often. Dippet may be a fool, but there are others at Hogwarts that are not." His black eyes caught the panic that was crossing Tom's face and he laid his hand with its long, white fingers on Tom's shoulder. Gently chuckling he said, "Not to worry, my boy. We will still manage to continue your training in the Dark Arts. They are vital to your destiny and you certainly will not master them at that school of weaklings afraid of their own power. But we will need to be cautious and avoid the suspicious eyes of Albus Dumbledore. He is neither a fool nor a weakling. I will send you an owl when it is safe to meet. Remember - do not let them see you for who you are."
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Post by minihagrid on Apr 11, 2002 20:41:20 GMT -5
Yay! An extra treat for us!! Isn't the new stuff from the next chapter ono now? I hope so...;D ;D
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Post by dianella on Apr 11, 2002 20:59:57 GMT -5
Yes, the next ch. is all new and totally unread!! You guys are catching up to me! I'm still working on ch 11. And I figure there will be around 18.
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Post by Gryf on Apr 12, 2002 10:52:40 GMT -5
Excellent...(gryf says as she drums her fingers together)
Very good Dianella... 8) you are cool. Hey! good luck sat. Kisses to Ellie from me.
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Post by dianella on Apr 12, 2002 12:15:50 GMT -5
Drum roll, please...
Ch 10 The School
The sorting hat had, as expected, yelled out "Slytherin!" when perched on Tom's head, but not before quivering as if recognizing the body underneath its dirty, tattered brim. Within the stark green common room, Tom found himself surrounded by others filled with ambition and thirsty for power. Their inferior minds and inferior talent made Tom's emergence as a leader and model student an easy path. He sat silently in the corner chair night after night, watching his classmates, looking for those that could be cultivated to suit his future purpose.
At night he would don the invisibility cloak searching for the hidden chamber in corners, behind bookshelves and portraits, everywhere he could imagine it might be concealed. These searches turned up several secret passages that led out of the castle, which proved quite useful for his monthly meetings with Grindelwald. True to his word, the Master continued to lead Tom's journey into the Dark Arts.
The first year at Hogwarts passed with little incident, and as summer returned Tom found himself back at the Little Hangleton Home for Children without having located the Chamber. The only good thing about returning to the orphanage was the increased frequency of his lessons with Grindelwald.
The next several years at school passed much like the first. Tom grew more powerful and created a small circle of loyal followers. To rid himself of the disgusting muggle name that was the only inheritance from his fool of a father, he used the letters to create his new identity…his true identity. Within the small alliance of faithful followers he was known as Lord Voldemort. But he was able to do little to further his cause. He had not found the Chamber, and the transfiguration teacher, Dumbledore, had an annoying habit of turning up at the most inconvenient times. He seemed to constantly be watching Tom, studying him, and so, following Grindelwald's original warnings, Tom was careful not to expose himself.
Tom vanished beneath his invisibility cloak again, as he had done nearly every night at Hogwarts for the past 4-plus years. The night was so routine, so normal, that Tom had no premonition that something extraordinary was about to take place. Walking stealthily down a corridor, Tom flattened suddenly against the cold, stone wall. Voices were approaching, shadows dancing in the torchlight of the corridor around the corner. The voices belonged to Dumbledore and the headmaster, Dippet.
"I'm not sure I agree with your appointment, headmaster, of Tom Riddle as Prefect", came Dumbledore's meddlesome voice. The weak, tremulous reply of Dippet followed, growing louder as they drew near the turn that would bring them into Tom's corridor. "Tom is a model student, Albus. What reservations can you possibly have about him?" Tom had to move. Even though he was invisible, he couldn't risk Dumbledore coming that close to him. Dumbledore was likely to sense him, hear him breathing or the pounding of his heart. He inched down the wall, gently pushed open a door and slid inside, the door resting quietly in its frame just as Dumbledore and Dippet passed him. The closed door blocked the sound of Dumbledore's reply.
Tom closed his eyes and forced himself to stay calm with slow, controlled breaths. That had been close - too close. Damn Dumbledore. One day, Lord Voldemort would have to hide from no wizard. With one more steadying breath, Tom opened his eyes and looked around. The room was dark, but he immediately knew he was in a room he'd never entered before. It was a room he'd never even thought of entering before. He was in the girl's bathroom.
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Post by minihagrid on Apr 12, 2002 15:54:21 GMT -5
Three parts in quick sucession...I feel like its my birthday! YAY! ;D The new stuff is great. I love the fact that despite the fact that this is Lord Voldemort, he still stumbled across the girls bathroom and entrance by accident. Even more ironic is the fact that it was Dumbledore who 'helped' him find it!
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Post by dianella on Apr 12, 2002 17:51:11 GMT -5
Ahh, minih, you ARE a sweet talker!! Keep it up and I might have to post the next ch. early too. Yes, I'm so glad you like the irony of Dumbledore's role
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Post by Leia Skye on Apr 13, 2002 8:48:35 GMT -5
Thanks Leia!!! It's so nice to hear comments like that. Did you read the other story I have posted here, Young Remus? It's good too. (I think it's dropped on to page 2) No, actually, I haven't! But now I'll have to go on a frantic search to find it!
And wow! The new stuff is prime, as always!
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Post by dianella on Apr 13, 2002 16:49:38 GMT -5
Chapter 11 The Chamber
Tom would have laughed if he weren't concerned about being heard. What would Lord Voldemort's followers say if they saw him in a girl's bathroom? He slipped the invisibility cloak off, watching his image materialize in the mirror over the sink. His black hair was plastered to his sweaty forehead, and he reached forward to turn the tap and rinse his face. Nothing happened. He twisted the handle back and forth with a puzzled frown.
Bending down to inspect the faucet, he felt his breath catch in his throat. His heart felt as if it had stopped and time seemed to be frozen. His eyes were fixed on a figure carved into the base of the tap - a tiny serpent. Slytherin's sign. His sign.
Slowly he stood up and looked around. Could 4 years of searching have ended here? In a girl's toilet? He looked back at the faucet and turned it again. Nothing happened. He pulled it. He pushed it. Still nothing. Then he had an odd thought. His mother's diary had shown him the great Marvolo Slytherin, his grandfather, speaking to a snake. Could he have inherited this gift as well? He had never tried to talk to a snake. He didn't know how to do it. Even if he could - would it work here?
Tom narrowed his green eyes and focused on the carving. His mouth said "Open" but the sound that issued from his throat was a low, hissing noise. A bright light issued from the tap as it spun wildly and then the sink began to move, the bathroom filling with the heavy scraping of stone sliding against stone. Tom looked nervously around. If Dumbledore was anywhere near he was certain to have heard the racket. Tom paused, staring at the gaping hole in the wall and listening for the sound of approaching footsteps. They didn't come.
He drew a deep breath, stepped forward and then entered the large pipe that was now visible. Immediately he began to slide down a slippery metal chute, gathering speed as he plunged deeper into the darkness below. His shoulder jammed painfully hard into an elbow bend, and he tried to tuck himself in tighter. Finally, the pipe straightened out and he shot out as if from a cannon. He slammed into a stone wall and then fell back onto a damp, packed earth floor.
Tom got up knowing he should be in excruciating pain, but the pure excitement of where he was and what he was about to find flooded his nerves and made them impervious to the bumps and bruises that covered him. He withdrew his wand and muttered, "Lumos". Even the sound of that single, half-whispered word echoed with the excitement Tom was feeling inside. He knew he was close; he could feel it - an indefinable power was drawing him deeper into the passageway.
The small shaft of light from his wand illuminated a small portion of a stone tunnel stretching far beyond the reach of the beam. Tom took a step on the uneven dirt floor, his foot connecting with the skeleton of some small rodent, sending the bones skittering down the path. He didn't care. He began to walk faster, eventually breaking into a trot and then a full run, not noticing other skeletal remains of animals large and small.
As his robes flapped wildly behind him, Tom suddenly began to hear the sound of his running footsteps echoing back to him - he was drawing toward the end of the tunnel! He rounded a bend and came to such a fast stop he almost fell forward on his face. His mouth gaped as he stared at a massive stone wall with two intertwining serpents carved into it. Their sparkling emerald eyes had an inner light that made them seem alive.
Tom stood for several minutes, catching his breath and wiping the sweat from his brow. Willing his trembling hands to be still, he held his wand out and stood up straight - the proud heir of Slytherin. He met the glowing eyes of the serpent and hissed, "Open".
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Post by minihagrid on Apr 13, 2002 17:17:08 GMT -5
You have a habit of stopping in the most annoying places Di....its sooooooooo annoying. ;D
Keep it coming. Please. Pretty Please. Pretty Pretty Please. Pretty Pretty Pretty Please?
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Post by dianella on Apr 14, 2002 14:15:09 GMT -5
Chapter 12 The Beast
The serpents pulled apart as the doorway slid open, retreating into the walls on either side. Tom was bathed in the greenish glow that emanated from the chamber within. He stepped inside and felt its power rush over him, through him. It was exhilarating.
Carved serpents twisted and coiled their way up massive stone columns that edged the chamber. More animal bones littered the roughly hewn slabs of the chamber floor, and they crunched dryly as Tom worked his way across the room.
With reverence, Tom turned his dark green eyes up at an immense stone sculpture and for the first time, saw the face of the great Salazar Slytherin. He fell to his knees, and to an outsider it would have seemed as though he were praying to the statue. But Tom's legs felt like rubber, his insides seemed to have vanished. With the little strength he could muster, his voice spoke in a hoarse whisper, "Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwart's four, your heir is here to do your bidding."
The face of the great statue began to move, the mouth widening into a gaping hole. For a moment, Tom thought it would speak. But instead an enormous serpent began pouring from the hole, oozing down the statue's body and spilling onto the ground. It was a basilisk and Tom immediately turned away, shielding his eyes. To look at a basilisk was death.
"Face me, heir of Slytherin", hissed the great snake. "My gaze cannot harm those with the blood of Salazar - he who raised me from an egg, cared for me, fed me, and provided this safe dwelling for me. In return for his loyalty to me I have sworn allegiance to all the issue from him, and place myself in your obedient service."
Tom removed his hands hesitantly and slowly, carefully turned his head. His eyes were mere slits as he chanced a look at the basilisk, and as he realized it spoke the truth, he dropped his hands to his side and faced the snake. It raised its great, flat head until its strange, piercing yellow eyes were even with Tom's own. "What is your command, my Master?" hissed the serpent.
"That's easy", replied Tom, a slight smirk crossing his face. "Kill the mudbloods."
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Post by Gryf on Apr 15, 2002 10:54:53 GMT -5
This is so exciting!!! Oh, he is evil . Clever Dianella, I can't wait for more.
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Post by Gryf on Apr 16, 2002 13:13:53 GMT -5
more, more, more...not that I am rushing you.
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