The Second Tom

Chapter Three

When night fell and enough time past after curfew, I woke up Abraxas and we made our way out of the Slytherin dorms. I had cast Charms on both of us so we wouldn't make any noise when we walked. Most of my house mates were extremely light sleepers and I didn't want to have to go through the the trouble of wiping their memories. It'd be time wasted.

Once we were out of the main Halls of Hogwarts, I opened Tom Riddle's old diary. It was quite fascinating. The diary contained a piece of his soul which allowed us to communicate with the version of Voldemort that attended Hogwarts.

As I only had a vague idea of where the Chamber of Secrets was and how to get into it, I followed a set of instructions that appeared in the book. After a bit of time Abraxas and I managed to make our way into the Chambers, and as I expected, Quierll was already waiting there. Well, his body was not his mind.

"I musst ssay, It iss truly remarkable that you've found all of my Horcruxs, but alsso made it here without dying. And along with a Malfoy no less."

My eyes flashed dangerously as I stepped in front of Abraxas. Dark Lord or not, I wasn't letting anyone hurt him. Abraxas is the only person I care about and even if it throws my plans off, I will make sure Voldemort never gets his body back.

The possessed Quierll raised his hands with a chuckle, signaling he wasn't going to hurt my best and only friend.

"The stone wasn't so hard to find on my way here. As for the Horcruxs, nobody was adamantly looking for them so I spent my summer tracking them down, so you wouldn't have any unfortunate set backs. Though, that's not all I've gotten that belongs to you."

He looked confused but when I pulled out a wand from my robes and I saw the momentary look of surprise that appeared on his face. As soon as it was there it was gone.

I tossed the man the stone and his Horcruxs so he could start the process of getting his own body back. After what seemed like hours, a tall man who looked to be in his late twenties appeared next to the now passed out Quierll.

The whole thing was interesting yet confusing. It seemed as if absorbing the fragments of his soul had restored his body to a younger version of himself. I had made a mental note to look into that further.

I watched as Abraxas moved to kneel infront of the man but I put my arm out in front of him. We may be on the side of the Dark, but neither him nor I will ever kneel as Death Eaters. I have my own goals that scarcely involved to war between the light and the dark.

After Voldemort took a minute to somewhat get used to his body, he stared at the wand in my hand. 

"The most curious thing about you, child, is that you are able to handle my wand. In my younger years I charmed it so that no one - save for myself or anyone of family relation to I - is able to touch it without being hexed. Tell me, what is your name."

"Thomas Potter, Sir. Though I have long since detached myself from the Potter's. I'd rather not be affiliated with filth such as they."

Anger filled my chest of even thinking of the Potters. They had done nothing but make my life a living hell, and I vow that before I take my last breath on this Earth I will kill them and anyone else who had a hand in my horrid upbringing.