The Outing of Doom

Part 2: Noontime with Riddle

I tried to ignore the fact that I just spoke parseltongue in front of what may be a stranger, but knowing my luck is really my psychopath cousin. Amazingly enough this isn't so hard when Norman informs me Bellatrix stayed behind in the place where those weird smelling creatures were apparently she wants to taste them.

Now I was going to run to the Leaky Cauldron to grab Graeme and then have him help me track down my runaway pets and father, but all things considering I deiced the best thing to do is groan in agony and then run back into the Goblin invested building.

I did give the maybe Tom/maybe not Tom a few last parting words.

"I need to go and save my s-pet before she eat- I mean scares the Goblins-I mean the Goblin's customers. Yeah..." I blink and make a mental note that I really need to practice my lying.

"Bye." I run off to the bank very fast, you know I may just have put future Voldemort into shock. I don't think he was expecting to find someone with his mother's necklace or someone else that specks the snake language.

I really wonder how old he is. I mean he didn't look much older then me, but surly it took him awhile to find out about the necklace. I had always thought he found it when he was like in 5th or 6th year, but he couldn't have been older then 14 and that would have been pushing it. Maybe he was just really short before he did weird things in rituals to himself? Who knows and considering I need to go save Goblins right now who cares?

Wait! Wait, wait, wait…save Goblins…wasn't that what got me into this mess? No I'm going to save my snake from the Goblins. For they are evil and mean and…and not doing anything.

I had excepted to enter a room full of chaos. Maybe the Goblins would be chasing the deadly snake with swords and axes and stuff or maybe they were be just as afraid of snakes as the shopkeeper guy was or maybe Bellatrix would be chasing the people around while the unfeeling evil Goblins of doom watched the snake kill the people for entertainment while they ate popcorn.

But, no there was no chaos this time. The Goblins were doing paper work and the wizards were waiting in line. Strangely this made me even more concerned then I was before.

"Excuse me." I turn to stare at my new stalker. It seems he got out of shock and decided to follow me.

"If you don't mind I really do think we should take the time to converse. You see I-"

I hold up a finger.

"I'm really, really sorry, but I'm having a crisis on top of a crisis today and I have to find my-"

"AHHHHH!" That's what I was expecting.

Lucky the women freaking out wasn't too far from us and I was able to literally dive on top of my wayward snake.

The women was not only screaming she seemed to be trying and failing to get out her wand from her pocket, while the man with her looked very confused and concerned as apparently he had yet to see my evil little child.

"I want to taste it, to taste it! Just one little bite!"

"What is wrong with you!" I hiss quickly and angrily and I gather the unhappy and in hunter mood snake close to me as I high tail it out of there.

As I make my escape I see a Goblin who was watching the women freak out roll his eyes. Such evil creatures.

"You are grounded, so grounded, your grounded for the rest of your bloody life you-"

"That's a basilisk." Stated the stalker who had of course followed me.

"No, no it's not."

"Yes, I am." I don't know if Bellatrix thought she was being funny or was trying to punish me for taking her away from her hunt.

"See?" I hold her up to his face in a quick movement.

"No dieing, not a basilisk."

"But you will be a snake skin purse if you don't be silent."

"That's a basilisk." Tommy boy decides to prove that he is Tommy boy by specking in the, oh so rare snake speck.

I blink at him and search my mind for something to say or some way to react. I blame my terrible day for my reaction.

"Cousin!" I shout with enthusiasm and joy then I hug him snake in hand and speck as quickly as I possibly can.

"Oh wow I had no idea I had more family, it's so nice to meet you, but I'm running super late right now, I have to find my other pets, and my father's somewhere, and things have been going really bad lately. We can get together at Hogwarts ok? I really don't have time right now. So sorry! Goodbye!"

Then I ran again, because oh my god I just hugged Voldemort! I'm goanna die!

Tom Riddle's point of view

Tom was different from the filth he was forced to live with, unlike them he had magic! He was a wizard and after completing two years at Hogwarts he was quite certain of his superiority to both the muggles and most if not all other wizards as well.

He had of course already picked up his school supplies for his third year, but having nothing better to do he spent most of his days each summer wondering the wizarding streets.

Tom had done as much research as he could in the school about his family and had been lead to many frustrating dead ends. He knew he had to have some kind of connection to Salazar Slytherin otherwise he wouldn't be able to speak parseltongue but he had yet to make any kind if connection between Tom Riddle Sir. and anyone known to be related to Slytherin. He had in fact failed to find any mention of any wizards with the name Riddle. That was very discouraging.

His wonderings in the wizarding world had led him to discovering a little shop in Knockturn ally that was filled with dark and fascinating things. In this shop he had seen a locket that's place card claimed was The Locket of Salazar Slytherin. There had been instant want followed by extreme bitterness at his finical situation, which was being dirt poor.

Tom had found a good bit of information on the 'Lost' Locket. It had an intriguing history and no one knew where it had been for the last several centuries. The story the shopkeeper was going with was that a poor young girl had sold it to him, but few people thought that was the whole story if there was even a shred of truth to it in the first place of course the shopkeeper refuse to say how much it had cost him to buy it.

Assuming the locket was the real thing he planed to acquire the item sometime after his last year at Hogwarts, thus it was quite the shock to see that very locket around the neck of a young girl, younger then him, but still Hogwarts age. Tom prided himself on his excellent memory so classified the girl as being one of the up and coming first years either this year or the next.

He would admit to himself if no one else, that that he reacted at first without thinking.

"Where did you get that?" The girl was walking by him and only thinking to delay her he grabbed her arm, rather harshly at that. This was of course a stupid thing to do. She didn't look like a wealthy pureblood, but obviously had contacts with some at the very least if she was wearing that necklace.

Purebloods especially the richer ones in Slytherin were not accustomed to being assaulted by strangers and would have taken his action as a definite offence.

"What?" She looked more bewildered then angry which he supposed was a good thing even if he was now certain she was not in the same social circles as most of his housemates.

For one thing she was showing her surprise far too much to have lived in a strict pureblood life style; however the biggest clue of course was her dark and complexly untamed hair. People of good standing did not leave their room without being completely presentable, which made perfect sense to Tom who tried to make up for his second-hand robes by being as well put together as he could be. Not that some people didn't take things too far. His thoughts briefly turned to Abraxas Malfoy who as political powerful as he might one day be, spent a wholly ridicules amount of time in front a mirror.

"Oh I'm sorry I was just wondering where you got that lovely necklace." Luckily the girl was female and they were never very hard to charm, with the right amount of flattery that is. Mind you most people male or female, young or old weren't very hard for him to butter up and have thinking he was just the most wonderful young man. Most humans were so completely predictable it was too easy at times.

"You so don't want to know." She seemed more dazed then charmed and Tom was fairly sure that he was not the one responsible for her out of it tone.

"I don't even want to know." Tom blinked. Apparently the how of the necklace coming unto her possession was trauma inducing?

"I wish I didn't know. I wish I had stayed home." That or she was just being overly dramatic. Deciding she was suffering from both being a perfect normal boring individual (As boring as someone with magic can be which, was surprisingly a lot.) coupled with typical female hysterics he opened his mouth to take on the same tones he usually used with the more important girls that wished to converse with him which actually meant they just wanted him to pretend to listen and care about whatever horrible thing had happened to them. 'Oh the horror of having enough food that you gained a bloody stone, those insurable hags.'

Tom by now was so used to the disappointment of anything interesting happening in any social situation, that he went so far as to make the prediction that somehow whatever the girl's problem was it had to do with why her hair was messed up or maybe the only problem was that her hair was messed up and instead of finding a comb like someone with common sense she had ran out to find someone who could spell her hair right for her. (Amazingly enough he had witnessed a 1st year girl doing just that last year.) Tom was surrounded by imbeciles.

But then the world changed! Some divine being took mercy on poor Tom, who had to deal with idiots coupled with boredom! Something different, new, unexpected, and why complexly unprecedented happened!

"Can I come out now?" He heard a voice and it was not human!

"I want to go out too or at least put my head out." Two voices and Tom recognized them as being serpents, but strangely enough they appeared to be coming from…the girl? No…in the girl's…clothes.

"No you can't, now tell me where your sister went."

Tom's normally brilliant and remarkably fast mind slowed to a crawl as he processed the unexpected fact trussed upon him.

She spoke…to the snakes…in parseltongue…to the invisible snakes in parseltongue. Invisible or in hiding snakes…in parseltongue. In parseltongue…to the snakes…as in she spoke to them…in parseltongue.

Needless to say it took a moment to get his head around it.

Note

Tommy-boy is a primadonna and decided to take up alot of the chapter. Just so you all know I did the best I could with Tom, but I have no beta or anyone to brainstorm ideas with so this is what I got. I do want to explain a bit that while Tom is evilish I have made the root of all evil or at least his evil boredom. You see its hard not to have a superiority complex when your so much smarter then everyone else and he's not the type to be amused with illogical games like most children. He's smart and bored and 'better' then everyone accept for Dumbles so of course he becomes evil. This is my reasoning and I'm sticking to it.

Oh and it took a long time to write Tom's point of view because god does that boy have a vocabulary. Please let me know what everyone thought of Tom and his reactions to everything.