Who is that?
He was sitting in common room, he had a cup of fire whiskey in his hand and he was drinking it little by little, everyone around was having a great time and getting drunk.
But it was after the Yule ball so you couldn't be surprised, Tom wasn't a fan of such gatherings for him they were a waste of time, he didn't know why he was wasting his time now and sitting with these idiots and drinking alcohol, he could be in his dormitory right now and doing something more useful,
Maybe it was because no matter what he did, or how many followers he had, he was still a teenager and he often had stupid ideas, he was still a genius, but they were there, he just didn't fulfill them.
He was a teenager, not a normal one, but a teenager.
He thought about many things, but mainly about the chamber of secrets that he had been trying to find for so long.
He also talked to Abraxas, because he had nothing better to do, he certainly wouldn't go dancing with others slytherins.
Some time later most of the younger years had already gone, they were left alone for the seventh, sixth and seventh anniversarySome time later most of the younger years had already left, leaving the seventh, sixth and fifth years, along with a handful of fourth graders.
Most of the people there were already drunk, but Tom obviously wasn't, he wasn't going to get drunk at some party with a bunch of idiots.
The party was in full swing when suddenly a sound of a thud on the ground was heard from somewhere in the middle of the common room.
As if from nowhere a boy appeared, he looked about 14-15 years old, he was short, there was a scar on his face that looked like a lightning bolt it went from the right side of his forehead just above his eyebrow, coming through his eye and spreading into various branches around his eye and cheek where it ended, he was quite pale and wet, Tom noticed.
A moment later he saw that he was holding a wand in his hand and knife, bloody knife.
His wrists were also bloody.
oh
Tom thought.
The boy started coughing a moment later, trying to get some air into his lungs, people started screaming and panicking, that was normal, after all, out of nowhere a boy appeared with his hands covered in blood.
For a moment when the boy coughed his eyes opened, but not for long because a moment later they closed again.
Blood loss
Tom thought.
And then he realized it would be best to do something, it wouldn't look good to leave some teenager with slit wrists in the middle of the common room.
"Everyone please calm down, orion run for Slughorn" He said in the calmest voice as if there wasn't a teenager in front of them who was probably attacked and he got up from his seat to go to the boy and knelt down next to him to put his fingers on his neck to check his pulse.
And here Tom got a surprise, his pulse was not palpable, this boy was not some teenager who was attacked by someone from the Grindwald and sent here as a warning, it was a teenager who had his wrists cut and was holding a knife that was covered in blood and then tom connected the dots, it wasn't the boy who was attacked, it was a suicide attempt.
The boy's chest made small movements that seemed to be getting smaller with each passing moment. Luckily, Slughorn came and quickly dispersed the crowd gathered around the boy then levitated him to the hospital wing.
There was a huge commotion in Slytherin, but no wonder, out of nowhere in the middle of the party appeared a boy on the verge of death, a suicidal one at that.
Everyone was curious how he got there, most didn't even suspect a suicide attempt, just some attack from Grindelwald.
Although no one could answer their curiosity, not until it was certain whether the boy would survive at all. But that was only for fate to decide.
And Tom stood there still surprised because he realized that the moment he touched the boy he felt magic, strong magic, the kind he only felt when he touched Dumbledore.
But Tom knew that his curiosity too had to wait like the curiosity of others.
But then he looked at the floor, there was a letter on it, where the boy had been lying, probably dropped when he was levitated by Slughorn, Tom didn't hesitate to pick it up and read it.