His Mark [Tom Riddle's son] DISCONTINUED

Autumn storms

His Mark
[Knowledge is Power]

1st October 2016
Saturday

Aileen

Fog and rain had turned into ice and snow, the gold and gray of the last summer days had given into the frosty white of autumn- the yellow, red and brown coloured leafs peeked through the shining snow.

The sky stretched clear and almost colorless over Scotland, the autumn sun sent its pale, feeble rays onto the icy, snowy landscape surrounding Hogwarts, which has been decorated with dozens of cold icicles that shone in the milky pale sunlight and reflected all the colors of the rainbow, glittery and sparkling like precious, crystal jewels.

The cold autumn air vibrated under the jeers and laughter of the Hogwarts first years who were playing outside on this beautiful, dry autumn afternoon.

They all looked forward to this modest yet welcome change.
There was a bright cheerful laugh plastered on all of the children's faces which were reddened from the cold.
They all wore warm hats, colored scarves and knobbly gloves in the colour of their respective houses, and were busily engaged in building snowmen and throwing snowballs at each other.

All.
All but one.

Aileen stood out among the pale rays of the cold, nerveless autumn sun.
He was one of the few first years that wasn't frolicking outside with his friends.

He stood there with a bored expression and looked out from a window on the seventh floor.
Aileen watched the others playing their childish games, without feeling even the slightest desire to join them.

Sneering, he looked at the messy pile of raging figures with their ridiculous hats and silly laughter and shook his head blankly.

He would never understand what was so fun about throwing snowballs at each other, only to go back into the warmth of the castle to change into dry clothes.
He would never understand why they enjoyed to build snowmen and snow castles when they would have melted away again by the next morning with no sign of them ever being built in the first place.

He just couldn't understand how they could waste their time in such uselessness whilst laughing as if they had no care in the world.
He had never understood, and would never understand it.
Because he was different from all the others in this respect.

At the age of almost twelve he was already consumed by the desire to someday create something great, something lasting - not something that would melt within a few hours, until nothing remained.
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Weeks had past since the last time that I had seen Cordelia.
I recognised her small figure, struggling through- the to her knee high snow, running after her friends who had snatched a rather large book away from her.

Even she was out there- seemingly not by her own free will, but she was there running around with the rest of them.
Frolocking trough the snow with no care in the world.

I should be down there.., I thought to myself whilst rubbing my temples- a rush of dizziness washing over me.
If I didn't feel, and look as dreadful as I do right now, I would be down there, at least pretending to have fun with the others.

But I had been busy- too busy to socialise with Cordelia and the ones who called themselves my 'friends'.
Too busy to leave the Room of Requirements for anything else besides classes- well I did sneak into the Potions classroom and tempered with the Polyjuice Potion, I found a way to make it last longer, the effects of the potion should now last eight hours.

Eight hours was all that I needed- if Cordelia accepted what I was going to ask from her...I could always compel her to agree against her will- make it so that she feels obligated to accept.
However I would need mental and maybe even physical strength for the later- strength which I didn't posses at the moment.