Stuck In A Book |Harry Potter| Oc |

Weird

I woke up cuddled up next to Cella with... Tom's robe over my shoulders....huh?! So recap we went down into the chamber and into Cella's special area. Which is a area in the pipes that forms a room that is always dry down a days. I should study up on pipe lines at some point. And I'd fallen asleep.

Cella laid curled up by my chest on the couch. Tom sitting in a chair parallel to me and Cella reading a book. I laid there on my side. Tom's robe keeping nice and warm. Tom looked up from his book at me.

"You sure do sleep a lot." Tom said closing his book I nodded curling into more of a ball underneath his robe. That's when I felt Tom's diary, also by my chest.

I looked at his diary not remembering it being there when I fell asleep. Oh well I guess that I just didn't notice it. I heard Cella purr as she stirred in her sleep. I smiled at her burying my face in her fur. I heard Tom chuckle softly.

"Hey Tom." I said Tom walked over and knelt down on the floor in front of me.

"Whatcha need?" He asked.

"Just some honest answers."

"Okay..."

"How do feel about our situation?"

"It could be worse."

"If...if you could move around freely where would go? What would you do?" I asked. Tom straighten his back looking at me confused.

"Why do you ask? It's not like it's possible anyway."

"Humor me please."

"I would finish what I started." He explained his eyes going cold. Ice cold, so cold that I felt a shiver run down my spine. He smiled at my response for some reason, even though it was just me shivering. "But it's not gonna happen." Tom said standing up "Unless you found a way." I didn't find it I was told about it. The question is, should I use it? How many people will he kill if I do? What will he do? The thought created a lump in my throat. I don't wanna see anyone dead because of me.

"Just wondering is all."

"You know a way don't you?" Tom asked brushing my hair from my face.

"I heard of a way yes, but it has its limits." I said hiding my face in Cella's fur.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Tom asked I felt his grip tighten on my hair, he's mad. He has reason to be mad, after all he hasn't done anything but yet I feel like I can't trust him. Well to behave at the least. Heck he has problems with boundaries after all. I don't know that much about him either, just the facts.

"How to explain." I sat up holding Cella in my arms. Tom's hand dropped to Cella's head. I watched her rub her head against his hand purring loudly. Cella seems to trust him. So why don't I?

"You don't trust me." Tom said sitting next to me.

"Yeah sorry it's just hard to." I said shrinking in my seat.

"Why? I haven't done anything."

"You also haven't been given the ability to do so."

"Touche, but you won't let me do anything will you?" Tom asked I shook my head.

"I'm a muggle born, of course not."

"But you know I won't hurt you, I can't." Tom said patting me in the head.

"Yeah but only cause you need me alive, I'm useful." I said standing up.

"And great fun!" Tom said smiling. I rolled my eyes. I stood up Tom's robe falling from my shoulders. "You look better as a Slytherin." Tom stood up and placed a hand on my side, just above my hip.

"Well to bad, cause I'm not one." I said setting Cella now on the couch.

"Yeah...." Tom trailed off.

"Yeah what?" I said looking at him.

"It's nothing don't worry about." He said and with that he disappeared. I gave Cella a final pat before leaving the chamber altogether. I went back to my dorm room and flopped down on my bed.

"Tom is so weird." I said thinking about through the most recent events. I stared at the ceiling for a bit before standing up again and walking to my desk. I began going through my notebooks. Looking at notes and phrases.

Riddle knows the past. Laid on a page all by itself. The heck does that mean. Riddle knows the past! Past what? I let out a sigh before laying my head down on my desk.