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Post by moira on Apr 16, 2002 17:06:32 GMT -5
wow, this is great stuff. I read this over at TD1, and I'm so happy that you've brought the story back! I love what you've done with Tom's character. You've stayed true to his personality in the book. It really does make sense, and it's so hard to not think of this as what actually happened. VERY VERY GOOD ;D I can't wait for more!
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Post by dianella on Apr 17, 2002 8:09:34 GMT -5
Thanks! Yes, I'm trying to not only write an interesting story, but provide what I think is very close to the true history of Tom Riddle. When we get to the end of this, many things from the books will be tied together and make sense.
Sorry for the delay in the next Ch. I need some uninterrupted time to finish it and make it appropriately horrible. Maybe later today??
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Post by Gryf on Apr 17, 2002 10:35:57 GMT -5
Yeah, make it REALLY bad. OH! I hate it already! ;D
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Post by dianella on Apr 17, 2002 11:59:28 GMT -5
*pant pant* ok - here's the next Ch. I hope there are no mistakes - I've barely had time to proof read it!! ENJOY!
Chapter 13
The Diary
“It has happened”, Tom wrote, watching the ink disappear into the page as if it had been swallowed. “The first mudblood was attacked during the night. I stood in the corner of the boys' bathroom, concealed by the invisibility cloak, and the scene that unfolded before me was magnificent.” He paused a moment, watching the ink swirl and vanish.
“A boy, a filthy mudblood boy, was washing his hands when he heard the basilisk slither up behind him. He looked up into the mirror, and his eyes locked with the serpent’s. His eyes went wide with shock and horror; his mouth gaped to scream, but no sound came. His body went rigid, frozen on the spot, and he fell back onto the floor with a crash. It was brilliant. There’s talk of reviving him, though – unfortunately the mirror diluted the beast’s stare. But there will be a next time. I left that promise behind for all to see.” Again the page consumed the ink, and Tom closed his diary, placing it back in its hiding place beneath his mattress.
He pulled his green velvet bed curtains open and got up, looking out across the Hogwarts grounds as the sun began to climb over the horizon. He had been too energized to sleep and was glad the day had finally arrived.
He dressed quickly and left the Slytherin dormitory, heading for the Great Hall and an early breakfast. The night had left him with quite an appetite.
The sense of panic in the halls was palpable and filled Tom with such excitement that it was an effort to play the role of the concerned prefect. “Ah, Tom!” came the feeble voice of Headmaster Dippet. “I’ve asked that all the prefects and the Head Boy and Head Girl breakfast at my table. We must discuss the increased security measures that will have to be put in place. My, my, my… Never in all my years… A student attacked, right here at Hogwarts.”
“Sir”, said Tom with as worried a look as he could muster, “will he be all right? Do you know what happened?”
“Madame Wolfrath feels sure she can bring him back with a mandrake draught, but we are no closer to finding out what happened to him, I’m afraid.”
The other prefects began to arrive amid so much chattering Tom could only hear snippets of conversations. “I heard there was a note...” “…a Ravenclaw, I think…” Dippet tapped a knife on his plate to quiet the crowd and relayed what information he could. “Last night, a Ravenclaw boy was attacked in the bathroom. We do not know what happened to him, but we do believe he will be all right. A note was left behind: ‘The Chamber has been opened. Enemies of the Heir, beware!’ At this time, that is all we know.”
This caused another outbreak of chattering, but this time all the voices were saying the same thing. “The Chamber?” “The Heir?” “But I thought the Chamber of Secrets was a myth!”
Dippet tapped again in an attempt to regain control. “The Chamber of Secrets IS a myth. The attacker left this message in an attempt to throw suspicion away from himself and create exactly the hysteria you are displaying. I must ask you all to first, be a role model for the other students. Do not fall prey to the rumors and panic. Second, enforce the curfew that will begin tonight. Immediately after dinner all students should be in their common rooms. Teachers, prefects, and the head boy and girl will take shifts patrolling the corridors. And third, keep your eyes and ears open for the attacker.”
Tom nodded, picked up his pumpkin juice and took a deep drink to mask the grin that was threatening to cross his face.
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Post by moira on Apr 17, 2002 15:59:34 GMT -5
[glow=yellow,2,300]I love it, I seriously do. The way you're portraying Tom, it's just perfect. You get to see his thoughts, emotions....it's just AWESOME. I really like where you're going with this! It's so cool, cause you can think back to the second book, to what Harry discovered, and now you get to see Tom's side of things. I can't wait to see how some things are gonna happen, like Myrtle's death, and with Hagrid.....hehe! VERY GOOD![/glow] ;D
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Post by Gryf on Apr 17, 2002 20:48:16 GMT -5
What can I say...it's prefect. It's very cool. That was an excellent chapter. I'll be waiting impatiently for the next one (still under construction).
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Post by dianella on Apr 17, 2002 21:42:32 GMT -5
Thanks for all the encouragement! I hope the new chapter lives up to the others!
Chapter 14 The Death
Tom paced back and forth on the stone floor, his hands behind his back and his brow knitted. He scowled and kicked a rat skull across the floor, sending it smashing into the wall. “No deaths! Not one filthy, lousy mudblood is dead. After 4 years of searching for this Chamber and all my hard work, no one has died!”
“Ssseveral timesss I have tried, massster”, hissed the basilisk as it swayed from right to left, avoiding Tom’s path and his projectiles.
“I know, my friend, I know.” Tom leaned against a pillar and placed his face in his hands. Then, looking up suddenly he added, “That doesn’t make it any less frustrating. I am the heir of Salazar Slytherin! His work was KILLING mudbloods, not turning them to stone so they could be revived. We must do better, my friend.”
“Yessss. Kiillll….Rrrriiiiipp…” The serpent’s eyes glittered and its tongue flicked rapidly as it imagined the murderous rampage it longed to fulfill. Tom looked at the beast and smiled. He had stopped pacing now. He stood up straight and looked into the stone face of Salazar Slytherin. He said nothing, but his face showed clearly the new resolve that strengthened him. He turned back to the basilisk and said, “Come with me now!” as he moved toward the tunnel that led out of the Chamber. “The curfew will be in effect in just a few short hours. We must work quickly.” They moved quickly down the tunnel and entered the pipe, Tom in the lead, and worked their way upwards.
Tom dropped lightly onto the floor of the bathroom and brushed off his robes. He watched the beast glide from the opening behind the sink and pour itself onto the floor of the bathroom, coiling up like a well-tended rope on a ship. Tom bent forward and turned the tap to close the entranceway. “Today will be our day, my friend. I can feel it!” That same resolute look was fixed upon Tom’s face.
“Who’s there?”
Tom whirled around with a look of panic.
“Who’s there?” came a girl’s voice from inside a stall. “I heard you…you’re a boy! You’re not allowed in here – this is a GIRL’S bathroom!”
Tom stayed silent, not daring to move.
“Have you come to laugh at me too? Come to make fun of poor Myrtle? Well, hah hah hah – now you’ve had your laugh so go use your own bathroom and leave me alone!”
Slowly, the door to the stall opened, creaking slightly as it did so, and a girl with thick glasses that covered red, swollen eyes peered around its edge. Instantly her eyes grew wide as they locked with the serpent’s. Her jaw dropped, her breath caught in her throat, and her heart stopped. She dropped to the floor, dead.
Tom walked up to the dead girl and thought about turning her over to look into her face…to see the face of death. But he didn’t want to touch a filthy mudblood, so he let her lie, careful not to let even the hem of his robes brush her lifeless body.
He turned back to the snake and warned, “They’ll be searching for the attacker when they find her. You should return to the pipes and stay out of sight. I’m going back to the common room before I am missed.” Tom covered himself in his invisibility cloak and turned toward the door to leave. As he reached for the handle, he looked back over his shoulder at the girl slumped on the floor and sighed, “Finally.”
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Post by lilg on Apr 18, 2002 6:42:29 GMT -5
Di, this is magnificent! I've never had the time to fully read the whole story before but now that I've finally read it - its too good for words, you've really portrayed Tom well. Really looking forward to your next chapter!!
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Post by Gryf on Apr 18, 2002 14:49:58 GMT -5
Hee! Hee! Hee! Myrtle died... that was good too. I love it, I really do.
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Post by dianella on Apr 18, 2002 15:06:24 GMT -5
I reposted the chapter above. It needed more work... Now I think it reads a bit better. That's what happens when I RUSH and don't spend time polishing The next Chapter won't be posted for at least 24 hours. It's not written!!! (although I know what happens)
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Post by moira on Apr 18, 2002 22:22:23 GMT -5
oooh, yeah, I definitely liked this chapter. I was excited to finally read about when you tied in Myrtle's death. I'll be gone over the weekend to State Drama Festival, so I won't be able to read what you've posted till Sunday anyway! Another excellent job. I love seeing Tom shaping up to be the way he eventually turns out to be. Keep up the good work! You really are doing an awesome job
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Post by dianella on Apr 19, 2002 13:29:51 GMT -5
Chapter 15 The Unexpected Twist
“Do you think anyone else will die?” asked the Hufflepuff prefect that Tom was burdened with. In his mind Tom answered, “I hope so”, but from his mouth came, “I don’t know.”
“It’s just awful isn’t it? I mean – she was in the bathroom! And they’re saying she was dead for hours before anyone knew…” She looked up at Tom, still talking, odd bits of metal shining from her mouth. “And they’re saying that she was a muggle-born, too. Blimey, all of them have been muggle-borns, haven’t they? Do you think it’s the heir of Slytherin?” Tom never had a chance to answer, even if he had wanted to. “Everyone’s talking about it, but Professor Dippet says that’s a myth. What do you think?” She went on, not waiting for Tom’s opinion.
Tom tuned her out, instead surveying the chaos that was Hogwarts. His nerves tingled; his every sense was heightened. He could smell the panic in the air, and he breathed it in deeply, his nostrils flaring. He could hear the whispers that carried the rumors from ear to ear. He could see the tension in the faces surrounding him. He had never felt more alive.
He had sent an owl to Grindelwald as soon as the deed had been done. Grindelwald… Tom would be seeing him soon. Term was nearing the end; the summer holidays would begin in two weeks. He had already arranged with Dippet to stay this summer at Hogwarts rather than return to the orphanage. Grindelwald would be hiding in a secret encampment near Hogsmeade, and Tom would be able to be nearby. They could meet as often as they liked.
The girl was still talking.“…and of course, I’m ever so worried because I have braces. And you know, a wizarding family wouldn’t make their daughter wear braces – they’d use magic to straighten her teeth! So the heir of Slytherin would know instantly that I’m muggle-born too.” She prattled on, Tom looking down at her and making a mental note to remember this particular mudblood.
They walked past the staff room, the door of which was ajar, and another pair of voices could be heard. Tom feigned the need to tie a shoe and tilted his head toward the crack of an opening, willing his ears to hear the conversation from within.
“I don’t see that we have a choice, Armando”, Dumbledore was saying. “We have to consider the safety of the students, and we can no longer ensure that here at Hogwarts. They’ll have to go home. You must close the school.”
Dippet sighed deeply, a sound that signaled resignation to something unpleasant but inevitable. “I will make the announcement tomorrow morning at breakfast. We will end the term early and send everyone home. No student will be allowed to stay at Hogwarts. Ah, Albus. I should have retired last year.”
Tom was still kneeling, frozen in shock. Close the school? No students allowed to stay? Tom’s mind began to race. But Professor Dippet had already promised him. Everything was arranged. Surely, he would make an exception for Tom! He couldn’t go back to the orphanage…not now…not with the Chamber open and Grindelwald coming.
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Post by Gryf on Apr 19, 2002 14:54:05 GMT -5
Oh Yeah! you're good...but, I think you know that. ;D ;D
I really wish harry would have killed him now.
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Post by dianella on Apr 19, 2002 15:14:08 GMT -5
Hmm. I have another chapter ready now...Wonder when I should post it??
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Post by minihagrid on Apr 19, 2002 15:28:19 GMT -5
Do you really need an answer for that? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW! ;D
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