It All Starts With Arguments

It was the summer before fifth year, and Melody was worried and concerned.

Tom Riddle has been distancing himself from everyone except his 'so called group of friends called his Inner Circle' and the Professors.

Well what Melody means by distancing himself, is that he ignores her when they're at the orphanage, then at Hogwarts he changes his personality to either manipulate everyone or...

Either way, Tom's been acting different.

Arguments.

The first one they had was the summer before third year, regarding Tom's opinion of 'Mudbloods.'

Tom hated Muggles

Melody could 'thank' Mrs Cole and the bullies at the orphanage for that.

The second argument was at King's Cross about Tom's negative opinion on Muggle inventions. Petty in the grand scheme of things, but at that point, their tempers were being held by a thin thread at that point.

Now, both their tempers were also opposites, just like their personalities.

Melody's temper was a definition of shouting and lashing out.

Tom's however, was usually offering the glare of death (if the situation was serious enough) and/or speaking in a dangerously calm tone of voice.

Even at Hogwarts, some occurred, but were less intense as there were others watching. None had actually hit each other before however, which was a good sign. Somewhat.

Then came Tom Riddle the player.

After dumping/upsetting/breaking the tenth person's heart, Melody lost it again and another argument took place then and there.

Fourth year became his obsession with the Dark Arts, which disgusted Melody to no end.

So there they were, a fourteen and fifteen year old, once again, arguing in the courtyard of the orphanage.

"You've got to quit them, they're not good for you or anyone else for that matter!" Melody was careful not to expose any unwanted details to the onlookers.

"Well, I won't. I perfectly enjoy them. They define me, White. So stop worrying about something that doesn't concern you," Tom said calmly and defiantly.

"Doesn't concern me? Doesn't concern me?! What you're doing never has a great outcome! Do you not understand? Look at 'whoever started the war!' They enjoy torment in others, however,  said others do not. Wanna know why? Because morals are the only reason this world didn't corrupt years ago!" Melody shouted furiously.

"There is no good and evil. There is only power those too weak to seek it," Tom said loud enough for only Melody to hear. (Original quote was by Tom Marvolo Riddle, or AKA, Lord Voldemort)

"No there isn't. Do you not see what's happening? It's practically in your face! Around you! Our world is in complete chaos right now because some git thought it was a 'good' idea to pretend that morals don't exist!" Melody indicated to the sky and around/outside the courtyard for emphasis.

"Geez, I didn't know smoking could cause such chaos," one of the thirteen years-olds rolled their eyes.

Melody and Tom stopped arguing and stared at said thirteen year old in confusion.

"What?" They said.

Then someone coughed.

"You guys done arguing yet? Some of us actually want to have fun here!" One of the burly, rude sixteen year-olds called out.

Melody sighed and went back inside. I can not deal with any more drama right now...

She entered her room and went to sit at her desk. The room was plain in general. A window if your room was at the edge of the building like Melody's, bed to the right of the window, desk and chair on the window's left side, and a wardrobe against the wall in front of the bed.

Melody unlocked her drawer and took out her journal. She's had this journal for as long as she could remember. Well, at least since she learned how to write, which was somewhere near the beginning of the age of six. The pages were crammed with information and some pages were even folded at the top or curved. Even the smallest news was recorded in this journal.

Melody flipped over to a fresh page, got her pen, and began writing her latest entry.

*~_August 3rd, 1942_~*

*~\_Tom and I have argued again. This time it was about his involvement with the Dark Arts. The nerve of him, telling me it doesn't concern me! Like, come on, the Dark Arts are called so for a reason! They are Dark. They harm. End of discussion. Well, it may depend on how you use them, but really, Dark is Dark._/~*

*~\_I even thought I had a pretty good point when I mentioned the war. It's true! Grindelwald loved the Dark Arts, now look at our world! Even the Muggle world! The Muggle world war happened because some git decided that it was a good idea to pretend that morals don't exist, now look at the outcome!_/~*

*~\_Oh, and then he said that there was no good and evil, only power 'those too weak to seek it.' Like, what kind of rubbish is that?_/~*

*~\_If you want to practice Dark Magic in such way you harm people, what does that mean? EVIL. Exactly! So I don't get why Tom won't get me!_/~*

*~\_He's changed. Well, it wasn't like he wasn't a little weird before Hogwarts, but I guess power is getting the best of him. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm not trying to change him, really, I do, but it's not easy. It's just three more years until we graduate, by then we will part ways and god knows what career path Tom is pursuing. I certainly hope it's not about becoming a Dark Lord, goodness knows we've still got Grindelwald to deal with._/~*

*~\_Then there's when Tom began being a heartbreaker. Basically, he 'befriends' someone new, acts all 'nice', then when said person begins to trust him, he just dumps them! And yes, I totally lost it at him, then and there._/~*

*~\_Wanna know what's even worse? No one notices! Professor Slughorn—Oh don't even get me started on that guy. Tom is his favourite student, and Slughorn never makes any effort to hide that fact. He also throws dinner parties for the most 'talented and/or famous'. I'm honestly amazed I haven't snapped during those._/~*

*~\_'Tom this and Tom that, blah blah blah!'_/~*

*~\_Literally._/~*

*~\_ Oh, yeah, I also am in his 'Slug Club' because of my impressive heritage and Metamorphmagus powers. I have to actually MEDITATE a few hours before those parties to control my appearance change. (Like eyes or hair turning red, cool, but creepy!) _/~*

*~\_ I think he just doesn't care about the fact I always used to stand up for him at the orphanage and in first year. Because by the time we were in second year, he made it crystal clear that he could defend himself, and then proceeded to forget everything I've done for him! _/~*

*~\_ Although I never admit it, it hurts. I know I've got Cheryl and Katie, but having someone you practically grew up with act like you don't exist hits hard. _/~*

*~\_ Now I'm no—Wait, someone's knocking, got to go, _/~*

*~\_ Melody White _/~*

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Melody got up and opened the door.

It was Tom.

"Yeah?"

"School letters," Tom handed her a thick envelope.

"Are you a Prefect?" Melody asked, though the question seemed pretty stupid. 'Of course he is, he's got to be!'

"Yes," he said as if she'd asked what colour was the sky.

Yeesh...

Then once Tom left, Melody closed the door and went to open her letter. There wasn't much, other than something about staying safe in 'these times' and a new booklist.

Then another envelope fell out.

Along with...

A Prefect badge.

It was shiny and red, with a 'P' on it. Melody smirked. 'Well guess what, Tom, I'm a Prefect too!'

And sure enough, the letter with the badge confirmed so.

"TIME FOR DINNER!" Mrs Cole called putting through the speaker/announcement-thingy. All the children rushed down to the lunch room.

A/N : Once again, I do not own Harry Potter or Tom Riddle, all credits go to JK Rowling. Only Melody White is an OC of my own. Thanks for reading, the next chapter will be out today or tomorrow!