The Second Tom

Chapter Two

I watched the first years sorting with little interest. I only took notice to those who were sorted into Slytherin and maybe a few others that stood out from the crowd. Godric, wasn't one of those. It was annoying when everyone acted surprised when the Boy-Who-Forgot-To-Die , as Abraxas and I have dubbed him , was sorted into Gryffindor. Hell, it was as surprising as Draco being sorted into Slytherin.
Though what did catch my full attention was James storming up to me after the sorting was finished.

"How dare you you disgrace the Potter name by parading around as a filthy snake! You have never been anything but a disappoint, but now I don't even know what to call you."

Some looked at the scene in shock and others in amusement because no one has dared talked to me in such a way since I was in first year. I have been respected at Hogwarts and I'll be damned if I let James Potter disrespect me here of all places.

"Professor Potter, I dare say the only disgrace to the Potter lineage is you. Seeing as you've allowed yourself , as an instructor at this school, to not only speak ill of your own son, but to publicly push the negative stereotypes of the Slytherin House. So you, dear father, are the only one acting in a disgraceful manner."

There was gasps and laughter heard from every corner of the Great Hall. Even the cold-hearted Severus Snap had a small smirk on his face. Most of the Gryffindors had looks of anger on their face. The Weasley Twins were one of the few in their house that was openly showing their amusement. I knew they weren't siding with the light side because they had pleged their loyalty to me. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been shocked. They had gained some of my trust, but nobody had as much of my trust as Abraxas did.

I lowered my voice so only Abraxas could hear me and started putting different foods on my plate,

"Tonight we are going to the Chamber of Secrets. I found were it was over Summer break, and since the first day is focused on first years it is the perfect time."

I looked up at Abraxas and saw him nod his head. Tonight will be the first trigger of the Light's downfall. Once we get inside of the Chamber of Secrets we will retrieve the Philosopher's Stone which I will give to the Dark Lord, or who is Professor Quierll. I also have all of his soul pieces which I will return to him as well.

"Abraxas..."

His eyes locked with mine and he looked at me in confusion.

"There has been something on my mind, and I just can't seem to brush it off. I started thinking on my childhood, weirdly enough, over the break, and there is a blank space in my memory of everything that happened before I was three. It was odd because before that time I had always had memories of that time."

He seemed to go into a deep thought before replying to me.

"Maybe something happened before you turned three. You've said the Potters have never showed much likeing to you. What if you were placed in their home for some reason and your memories blocked and false ones put in it's place?"

I had been thinking the same thing. I wouldn't put it past the light to do something like that. Though, if that is the case then why and who was I before I was forced to be apart of the Potter family? I had nearly burnt a whole in my brain all summer trying to answer these questions. I couldn't ever come up with one that made sense. Were my parents dangerous? Death Eaters? At the moment I have no clue, but it wasn't something I was going to forget about. Though, perhaps I was just cursed with terrible parents and I simply forgot things in my early childhood, though I'd say that was very unlikely.

"Perhaps..."

It was the last we spoke of the matter, or spoke at all. I was pulled into my thoughts while I ate my dinner. Mostly, of coming face to face with the Dark Lord if everything went as planned. I have to say it made me feel good inside to be the one who aided in the return of the Dark Lord. Oh how much I'm going to love to see the utter terror on the light's face. It'll be priceless.