Tom Marvolo Riddle

The Start of Third Year

The Start of Third Year

It was late when Tom Riddle fell back into bed at Malfoy Manor, Nagini sliding up his bed post to lay by his side.

Two years had gone by quickly for the Slytherin Heir, the young wizard learning and growing into himself quickly.

He was now the Slytherin Seeker and had been for a year, winning every game last year.

He was the star of the school, there wasn't a witch or wizard who did not know who Tom Riddle was and they adored him. Albus Dumbledore loathed that, but Tom did not mind.

He would rid the world of Dumbledore and wizards like him soon enough.

Tom and his friends were closer and more powerful than ever, Tom's own magic growing and becoming fairly restless no matter how many sparring matches he had with Abraxas or how many students he tortured for his own amusement.

He learned all he could about the wizarding world, creatures, magic, all of it. He knew the laws and politics behind it all and he hated it. He was surprised that quite a few had been made by Merlin himself. And those few were laws Tom despised.

If Merlin was so intelligent, how did he not see the problem with muggles?

But then Tom remembered that time period was different. Back then, muggles did not have their crazy inventions and those they did have were small in comparison to guns and cars and whatever else they would make in the near future.

There were so many things Tom had seen on the small telly in the living room of the orphanage. Heard about war talk and things.

He didn't like that wizards would be dragged into it. He did not like the implications it had for wizards.

It was all very worrying in hindsight.

Tom yawned, icy blue gaze drifting to the radio playing on his dresser.

He didn't really care about music, but he did admit, he didn't mind whatever was playing.

Long dark hair tickled his neck and fell into his eyes, a contrast to his pale skin and handsome features. The young Slytherin Heir had grown much taller and had begun to look like a young man.

Many purebloods were asking if Tom had thought about marriage yet and the boy had not known what to say. Only politely declining, his gaze averted and face red with embarrassment.

Tom had known from both books and Abraxas that the purebloods tended to marry off their children to other high status children. And that century those close to Tom were prime canidates, Tom himself number one.

He was handsome, smart and powerful. Take his Lord Gaunt and Slytherin Heir status and he could have anyone he wanted.

But..Tom did not want any of the young girls they kept offering.

He was somewhat ashamed to admit, he thought he liked boys more.

It was very obvious in his liking for Abraxas. Though he could not see Abraxas as his spouse later. Abraxas was amazing and yes he did love the blonde..but something was missing there. Something more.