I've returned from the past

Part 2: Chapter 4

Hey ya'll... been a while. Thanks to everyone who's been reading it despite it not being updated in a while, and thanks to everyone who's been putting up with (mind my language) my shit. I'll be posting two chapters of the other mini stories and the first chapter of my updated version just to see about how people feel with the vibes and all dat.

As for this chapter- this is not quite the family reveal everyone wanted but I promise we're getting there. This is Tom's pov post spiral and took me far too long to write. In my excuse, it's hard to write emotionally unavailable jealous psychopaths. And just to clarify before everyone asks- no, Tom did not see what Hadrian saw, just to clarify things up.

To everyone who says this story doesn't make sense and doesn't like it, listen, I'm sorry but there's thousands of other stories and I'm not a published author, give me a break guys I'm trying to do this for fun. Partly why this took so long to update is a lot of negative comments (which I have deleted) and just bad feedback.

But to everyone who has liked this story and supported me, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I have troubles with keeping to projects but knowing that my writing makes such a difference to a lot of people makes me feel important, which is all anyone really wants to feel right? Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

-o.0.o-

Tom was eleven years old when he recognised that not all wizards were born or made equal. Longer, has he known that he is not liked. That he has no allies, no acquaintances- no 'friends', as the other orphans used to point out, giggling like imbeciles.

Tom would torture them into obedience. Not quite physically, he'd only been a child for crying out loud. But mentally, psychologically- he would take what they loved most, like Billy's rabbit.

He cannot do that at Hogwarts. Not easily. The children here are better, of course they are. Tom can easily say that wizards are superior to muggles.

But even he can recognise that they are still human.

They still look down their noses at him and it makes him grind his teeth. They dismiss him- and how dare they. He is mighty- he is great- But they are older.

Tom sits with his back straight at the table, eyeing the table and its denizens, cataloguing them into who could be controlled, who could be manipulated- who was useful, who was not-

And then he meets the greenest eyes in the world- so green in fact, Tom does not believe he has, or will see, a green so unnatural in a boys face.

One of the rich nobles had come to the orphanage once- and had blue eyes that Tom had trouble staring into until he'd reminded himself he is a wizard- and the man is not. But he still remembers those blue eyes that seems to see straight into his soul, so pale and blue they had been.

This boy- Hadrian Black from memory (and also what Tom had learned was a hat stall), is doing the same thing. Staring at him with narrowed eyes, food forgotten- staring at Tom like he is a threat. It damn near makes him giddy- a pureblood, looking at him like he's an enemy- an equal. They'd held long and rigorous eye contact and Tom had dissected the boys facial expressions- or attempted to. But the boy was capable of such a mask that Tom could not see precisely the feelings the boy was trying to share through his glare.

Hatred, obviously. Always.

Easily dismissible- though curious indeed, as he doesn't remember doing anything to warrant such hatred despite simply being placed into the House of Slytherin.