Dark souls

3|Not real

"And what is- oh dear." Slughorn's face grows ill as he looks at the potion. 

Missy, whose focus is now broken, shifts her eyes towards the professor, plastering on a friendly smile. "Oh, that would be my fault, you know I'm new here Professor." She confesses happily while Tom holds the edge of the table, still trying to comprehend what had happened. 

Did she just read his mind? Or perhaps she performed legilemency on him. But how? Tom had thought it was only him and Dumbledore that could achieve this skill. He stared at the girl he knew all too well, his nails digging into the wood of the table as he tried not to flip out his wand and curse her. 

"Why yes, Missy, but- nevermind. I'll clean it up myself, this is much too toxic." Slughorn mumbles, and Tom turns to walk out the door, briskly moving past Missy, past the students, walking as far from Missy as he could. Missy reminded him of his childhood. Tom didn't like his childhood. He didn't like her. He never did. 

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Tom had gotten away from Missy, the whole school day he had avoided her. She was awfully clingy, students started to glance at them in a confused way. 

"The new girl." Malfoy talked with Lestrange, pointing the fork at little Missy. She was sitting at the edge of the slytherin table, eating a cinnamon role with a glass of milk. She looked Lonely. Good. 

"Do you know where she came from?" Lestrange asks as he takes a bite of his pasta. 

"Filthy mudbloood." Tom had spitted out, staring daggers at Missy. He wished for her to look his way, so he could dive into her mind and show her the most terrible things. He wished for her to just go away, completely. Why was she here? She didn't belong. Not an orphan like her. 

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It was a New moon that night. Tom stared at the sky as his legs dangled off across the balcony,  the astrology maps on the ceilings of the astrology towers glimmering with the stars. Tom would come up there often, to stare at the stars and think. Many things would come to his mind. He let thoughts drift through his mind until he found one that was useful, and he would take it and file it in a cabinet in his brain. Today, his thoughts were about the moon. 

The moon is God's trophy, he thought. When the moon comes and the darkness with it, the naive man would kneel before His holy cross, praying. They would pray and beg and worship Him, in hopes that he would chase all their problems away. To chase the monster out of the closet. The moon reminded God how easy it is to manipulate man. The moon is God's trophy. 

The naive man reminded him of Missy. She was the last thought on his mind before he went to sleep that night. He slept and dreamed of a small girl dancing on stars and sprinkling star dust down to the burning earth, which Tom has set aflame.