A Little Trip Through a Diary / TOMIONE (COMPLETE)

Chapter Fourteen: Myrtle's Murder

"You're not a bad person. You're a very good person, who bad things have happened to."

_Sirius Black, Order of the Phoenix film_

Ginevra did not attempt to find Tom. It was too late for him to change. In her timeline, Myrtle was already dead. The Basilisk had most likely already found her sobbing away in the bathroom. She could not be saved. However, it didn't stop the overwhelming guilt Ginevra felt. Could she have told Professor Dumbledore? Could she have told Dippet?

On the other hand, she knew the laws of time. She couldn't change anything too major, and if she changed that much, she might erase her own existence. There was really nothing she could do.

*

Myrtle was already dead. Tom had watched the life leave those simpering eyes and he had felt nothing. He had stared for several moments and then left. He had returned to his common room and sat on the sofa, distinctly aware of Abraxas' nervous glances. But he ignored them. He had just killed someone. Abraxas was right to be worried.

"How did it feel?" Was Abraxas' first question.

"No different to crushing an irksome spider," Tom replied calmly.

"You felt nothing?" Abraxas knew that Tom didn't care for spiders.

"Absolutely nothing."

Abraxas stood and left the room. Tom watched him go. He knew that the boy was scared; any normal sixteen year-old would be. But there was something else there as well. An emotion Tom couldn't discern. It wasn't tangible, it wasn't palpable. Tom had no idea what it was, and that unsettled him.

*

The students were ordered into the Great Hall. Once assembled, Dippet approached the podium and spoke. His voice was solemn, and so were the expressions on all the other teachers' faces.

"Today we suffered a great loss," he said. His voice carried in the silence. "Myrtle Warren was a prized member of our community." Tom almost sniggered. "She will be dreadfully missed. Mr and Mrs Warren are arriving tomorrow. There will be no classes. A memorial service will be held instead after luncheon. I don't need to say that I expect you all there. This is not a time to be divided. We must stand united against our enemy. Dismissed."

"Dippet is such an amazing public speaker," Tom stated sarcastically as he and Abraxas walked back to their dormitory.

"Tom, don't," hissed Abraxas. "You know I don't condone what you did. I will never tell what you did. But I must ask you not to be flippant about her death. Warren had a life, Tom. You took that from her. You took that from her parents."

"And now the emotions show," Tom sneered. Abraxas glared at him.

"Don't be such a bloody hypocrite," Abraxas snarled. "I was there for you. I will always be there for you. But today, tomorrow, maybe I can't be. I can't forgive what you've done."

"I don't need forgiveness," Tom shot back. Abraxas gave him a sad look, anger forgotten.

"Everyone needs forgiveness, Tom."

"I don't."

"You do. You just don't know it yet. But you'll know when you need it. And you'll crave it, in its full capacity. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"And don't say I didn't warn you not to pry into my business, Abraxas." Tom's eyes flashed.

"I won't. I remember it as clearly as you do."

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A.N. Ooh, division in the dream team!!! So, Myrtle's dead. If anyone's wondering, the reason why there are a lot fewer petrifications is because there are fewer coincidences. Myrtle wasn't a ghost that could flood the bathroom and the corridor. There weren't any cameras lying around. Nearly-Headless Nick drifted off somewhere. Convenient, I know.

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