Thread: Time Asunder (HP)- Lady/Moon

Tom, Marvolo, Riddle was bored. Very bored, he was sitting in potions listening to Professor Slughorn drone on about how dangerous this potion was to make. Please, Tom had been making potions like this in his fourth year. He wasn't an acclaimed genius for nothing after all. Much like Hermione Granger in future years, he had the ability to simply know things. Unlike Hermione Granger, he had a healthy dose of worldly knowledge as well. Tom had once been the 'underdog' in Hogwarts. The lowest rung of the ladder for, well, everyone. The other houses hated him because he was in Slytherin, Slytherin hated him because he was muggle raised... well that had changed when he started mastering spells faster than anyone else, and then learning beyond what the teachers where teaching. Now he had a nice following,starting with his one and only friend Abraxas Malfoy, who was no doubt just as bored as Tom was... after all, Abraxas had been right there with him when they'd brewed the drought of the living death to punish the twenty some odd Filch, the nasty squib 'janitor' as Tom called him. They had fed the potion to his cat, the best part was, they had looked through the sixth and seventh years, thinking that no fifth, let alone fourth year would be able to brew such a potion. They had never been caught. Tom sighed and shook his head, lamenting about how boring Hogwarts had become when a huge explosion rocked the entire school and Tom's desk burst into flames. Tom cursed, jerking himself and Abraxas away from the random explosion, ignoring Slughorn who was shrieking and screaming in shock. What in all the names of the Holy Salazar!? Tom hissed, his eyes wide as a figure emerged in the flames. A young boy, who couldn't have been any older than fourteen, maybe fifteen he was so small. Tom turned to Abraxas. Brax... if I ever silently complain about being bored in my head again, slap me. he ordered before turning back to the boy in front of them. His hair was a rats nest, his clothes four or five sizes too big for him. He was covered in mud, blood, cuts, contusions, bruises, and it looked like he had a few broken bones. The boy looked like he'd been in the middle of a war! Slughorn was still shrieking so Tom took command. Potter! Go and get the Healer! Tom snapped. Weasley! Put out those flames! Black! You have medical training, try and stabilize him... whoever he is. Tom ordered, people snapping to attention and quickly started doing as ordered. Margo Black, future Grandmother of Sirius Black, a seventh year who was apprenticing to become a healer looked sick as she took stock of his injuries. severe overexposure to the Cruciatus. while not as popular as when Tom was in command, everyone in the sixth year and up knew what the Crucio did. several broken bones in his leg, air deprivation where someone tried to strangle him. He was bitten by a Venomus Viperius. a Venom Viper, like the one Tom had hatched just two weeks ago. But she was hidden under his shirt at the moment. looks like the beast was seven feet long from these constriction marks! Margo stated, eyes wide with stunned horror. someone tried to kill this boy! All his wounds are from torture! Margo stated, the girl looking about ready to cry. and he's been abused for a large chunk of his life too... my readings say he's seventeen years old... who would do this to a seventeen year old!? particularly one that looked more like a fifteen, or even younger. He was so small and fragile looking, laying there on the table. Tom could feel the power, spilling off the boy though. Such power. He had to have this stranger who had appeared in flames.