Tom Marvolo Riddle

Closer

Closer

It was a cold Saturday morning when Tom Riddle and his friends had decided to sit out along the edge of the Black Lake.

The sky was cloudy and fresh snow dotted the trees and grass as winter had just begun. Most students stayed indoors but Tom loved the cold weather. It was peaceful.

No one would bother him if it were cold, it was never loud or obnoxious like the warmer months.

His friends had put down a blanket by the lake, raising privacy wards and warming charms while they ate treats and talked among themselves, their homework finished for the week.

Tom himself, was up high in the clouds on a broom he had borrowed from the professor that taught flight classes. Unfortunately Quidditch could only be played in second year, however, Tom could still fly whenever he wished.

And at the very moment, the Slytherin Heir was up high in the clouds, wind brushing through his silky hair as he zipped by, practicing different maneuvers in the air.

His pale skin was flushed red because of the cold but he didn't care, his eyes closed and he grinned to himself, feeling cold ice on his skin from the clouds.

Up there, he was free.

It was unfortunate that as soon as he landed, he would have responsibilities to attend to. Not that he particularly minded. He wanted to shape the world in his image, he could not do that by escaping reality for a few years at Hogwarts.

Even he had to admit..he was seeing it as home.

His place with Abraxas and Tadeus. Slytherin itself, was his home. He wanted to protect it and see it thrive, to see wizards thrive and stop being afraid because of muggles.

Tom sighed to himself and stared down at the castle below. He had been up in the air since he had awakened but he didn't want the day to deplete. He found he actually enjoyed the company of his..friends.

So Tom finally came down, landing gracefully on the edge of the lake. Abraxas looked up and the Slytherin Heir let the broom drop as he came to sit beside the Malfoy scion, noticing the expecting looks he was receiving.

"You could feel it." he said, and Abraxas nodded. "In your magic, we could feel you wanted to talk about something." he said and Tadeus smiled.

"It is interesting, this connection we have. I'm sure you could feel us too, if you'd let yourself." he said, Tom nodding once. "I can. I know when all of you are angered, excited..feeling down. It is strange. I could only feel Abraxas at first. Maybe, I decided to let you in." he said quietly.

No one laughed at this, only nodded in agreement, understanding more than what Tom was saying.

He trusted them enough, to let them know how he was truly feeling as magic did not lie.

"Do you all, see what I do?" questioned Tom, Regulas frowning in confusion. "What you see?" he muttered, Tadeus silent as they began to think on their King's words.

What did they see?

"I see weakness. In our lines and our magic. The adults are full of bullshit. At least on the light side." said Abraxas and Rabastan nodded. "And our side, has gotten lazy because of our wealth." he said.