Attention [Tom Riddle]

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Tom pov

Now that she was out of my way, for at least a few hours, I could go somewhere without being interrupted. I tightened my grip on the diary, and stood up out of my chair. The others went away for breakfast, so the common room was empty now. Not that I will take any risks.

So I decided to make a little visit to her dorm. The place that looked so quiet and neat, but filled with secrets and hidden pain, a perfect place to create my first horcrux.

It will weaken me for a small amount of time, and there will be visible changes, and that is something I couldn't care less about. I will turn out stronger than ever afterwards.

I took out my wand and muttered a specific spell because I was fully aware that Wilson had casted a protection spell over her dorm.

As the door creaked open, I walked in and saw the boring room, with nothing more than a bed and closet. I took a closer look at the wall behind her closet and saw a small crack from the ceiling to the ground. I smirked, but paid no further attention to it.

I got out the dark spell book from my pocket, and placed the diary in front of me. I casted a silencing charm, and locked the door with one wave of my wand.

May the procedure begin.

Loella pov

A small smile made it's way on my face, as I took in my surroundings. The people that once mourned over their passed loved ones, could now be seen with a smile, or that glint of hope that was reflected in their eyes.

I waved with my wand, and muttered a spell. My clothing was changed into a black dress and my hair was now in loose waves, exactly how my mother used to wear it.

Magic isn't allowed to be used when you are underage, or when you are nearby muggles for that matter.

But who would see a lonely girl in the shadows.

A lonely girl with no family, no love, and got so accustomed to the darkness, that she only saw the dark shadow that was created by the light.

Because that is how life works. There will be no darkness, if there is no light.

But there will be no light, when there is no darkness.

It depends on what point of view you see this world.

I walked down on a hill that led to the graveyard. It was still very early in the morning, time difference being the reason of that. It fascinated me to see that there were already people bringing flowers, and taking walks in the cold morning dew.

For a moment Riddle crossed my mind. It looked like he was planning something 'rather unusual' today. Not that he didn't show odd behaviour more often, but he was more focused and seemed to be very satisfied with the fact that I would be gone for the day. Which is understandable in Riddle's case, but something was off.

I rolled my eyes at my own rambling thoughts, and when my focus went back to where I was going, I saw that I already stood in front of the Wilson's gravestone. I lightly touched it and closed my eyes.

Memory's flashed by in my head, of my mom who used to sing and would already be busy with cooking, which was something she really enjoyed. My dad would just be reading a potion book and take several glances at my mom, with nothing more than pure adoration in his eyes. My sister would be still asleep, and I would just take in the peace, the love that was radiating from the house, and the smiles that appeared on their faces when I entered the room.

No one is perfect, and my family was far from perfect. Those hidden secrets is what killed them in the end.

I retreated my hand and opened my eyes again.

I looked around and saw hundreds of grave stones, and could practically smell all the sins that were deeply buried in the ground. These people will be forgotten in the end.

I know for sure that I will be forgotten as soon as I leave this place of the living. And something told be that Riddle will be in every history book of the wizarding world.

He was strong, clever and very determined.

It is a shame that 'love' will forever be the strongest magic. That is something he doesn't have nor ever will have.

He will not be on the winning side, not now, not after many years. I am aware of his intentions of making horcruxes. He will be immortal, he will be ruthless and there will be no sign of an ever caring beating heart. It does not matter how powerful he becomes, or how long he will be stronger then anyone.

He will lose.

I felt someone staring at me, and as I turned around my eyes met dull grey ones.

Tom pov

I collapsed on the ground, as my ears still ring from my raw scream.

I felt weak, and my bones and muscles felt like they just tore apart. My breathing was heavy and I coughed a few times. I tried to stand up and carefully made my way to Loella her mirror. My once dark brown eyes were now glowing red and my skin looked paler than ever.

I started to smirk, and knew for sure that this will not be my last one. I looked at the diary, or my now first horcrux and felt nothing more then pride and power.

I will be the most powerful wizard in history, and this was merely the beginning. I had to hide my precious diary, but not now. Not while I was still weak and teachers, or let's say Dumbledore will suspect something.

I leaned on the end of the bed, and just sat there, waiting for my favourite girl.

No one but me, will ever hurt her, take care of her or lay a finger on her.

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