Chapter 2 : Part 3

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Tom was looking around when multiple people started to scream, his Slytherin self-preservation kicked in, and he quickly exited the shop he was in and saw multiple explosions further in the town. 

 

''Back to Hogwarts. Now!'' He yelled at his followers, who didn't even hesitate to follow Tom quickly back to school. 

 

As soon as they entered the gates, he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the wards would hold and no attack could come inside of them. 

 

''Orion!'' Greengrass's voice yelled from somewhere. Tom frowned when he didn't saw the witch when suddenly she shimmered into existence in front of his group. She was clutching a cloak to her chest, and her eyes were red, and she was crying openly. 

 

Orion rushed over to his friend and checked if she had been hurt. 

 

''I'm fine! But Harry-''

 

''What about Harry?'' Tom cut in with a harsh voice, making his followers take a step back. Where was the raven-haired boy?

 

Julia looked at him with fear etched on her face. ''He's dueling the attackers. He gave me this cloak and told me to run, I did, but he's still back there, we-we should get the professors!'' 

 

Tom's stomach dropped, and before he knew it, he ran back to Hogsmeade, ignoring the protests from his followers. What was that  IDIOT  thinking!? Dueling grown witches and wizards? Tom knew they had to be Grindewald followers. Hogsmeade was one of the biggest wizarding villages in Britain, and he had read in the Prophet that multiple villages already had been attacked, mostly to create fear. Something Tom could understand, but why the bloody hell was Harry  fucking  Peverell fighting them instead of running for safety!?

 

Tom passed a group of fifth-years and saw a powerful protection shield surrounding them. Knowing it could only mean one thing.

 

''Where have you seen Peverell last?'' He barked out, making a couple of the girls squeak.

 

''At the fountain!'' One of them yelled with tears, and Tom started to run again. 

 

He was going to kill the stupid boy. How could he possibly think it was a smart plan to stand up against this attack?!

 

While Tom was running, he threw a notice-me-not charm on himself. Not wanting to attract any attention for now. When he reached the square with the fountain, his jaw dropped in shock. 

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