A Little Trip Through a Diary / TOMIONE (COMPLETE)

Chapter Eleven: The Planning

  "He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word_"  

_Philosopher's Stone_

Ginevra found herself exhausted the morning following their daring adventure, but was nonetheless exhilarated. She even waved at Tom in the Great Hall and ventured to sit beside Myrtle, despite the girl's many complaints.

"So I told Dumbledore about Olive Hornby, and he did nothing! I mean, how far does it need to go? It's bullying!"

"Yes, yes it is," Ginevra stated, watching the aforementioned girl laugh at another student at the Gryffindor table. "However, how much proof do you have?"

"Enough," sniffed Myrtle. "She's always hexing me."

"Ginevra!" Tom appeared behind Myrtle, looking genuine pleased to see her. He, too, appeared tired but he was still immaculate, not a hair out of place. This was in severe contrast to Ginevra, whose bushy hair stuck up at the ends and was being irritably static.

"Tom!" She replied with equal enthusiasm. "Bye, Myrtle!"

"I wouldn't spend too much time with Warren," Tom advised as they strolled towards Charms. "She's a nightmare, and if she thinks that you're her friend, she'll quickly find you whenever she needs a shoulder to cry on."

"Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on," Ginevra spoke, glancing up at the prefect.

"You'll spend every day with a wet shoulder, then," Tom said casually.

"Fine," Ginevra surrendered, glancing round and lowering her voice. "Is she really always complaining?"

"Yes," Tom replied simply.

"Someone should shut her up, then," Ginevra said angrily. 

She remembered the similarly emotional ghost that had haunted Hogwarts in the '90s and couldn't see how Myrtle had not moved on. Maybe she only wanted to spend her death complaining to the living.

"I'm sure someone will, soon," Tom answered confidently, before leaving Ginevra standing, worried, by the main stairs. 

Had she just sealed Myrtle's fate?

*

Tom paced the Slytherin common room. His followers, with the exception of Abraxas, sat before him on the various couches and armchairs scattered around. Abraxas stood to the right of Tom, arms carefully folded in front of him. His face was a mask, like Tom's but with indifference instead of passion.

"I have picked the first victim of Salazar's noble pet," he said. Several of his knights shuddered at his words. Tom ignored them. "In little less than a month the Mudblood I have chosen will be killed." 

A few of those who had trembled relaxed; Tom would not be sacrificing any of them to the monster. A couple still appeared terrified.

"My Lord?" One put up a shaking hand. Tom nodded at him. "Who is it?"

"A filthy descendant of Muggles," Tom snarled. "That is all you need to know."

Another asked a question. 

"But, Milord, what if we are found out?"

Abraxas stepped forward to reply to this one. He put a hand on Tom's shoulder.

"No-one shall be found out. Tom is executing the plan, and therefore nothing shall go wrong. None of you shall be incriminated as part of this, as you shall not be part of it."

There was a collective sigh of relief.

"Unless," Tom's voice was cold, "you go off and cry to the teachers, Dumbledore especially. There shall be a special punishment for those who blab." He stalked around the couches, looking each knight in the eye. "You shall find out what extreme pain that shall be if you make the foolish mistake of revealing all. You have be warned. Dismissed."

The knights all hurried for the door. No-one wanted to be around the Dark Lord when he was feeling particularly angry. Not even Abraxas.

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A.N. The basilisk will be making its appearance soon!!!!! Look out!!!!!!!!

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