Tom stared you down with a chilling calmness. He studied your features. Your school robes. It seems that you two were at a stalemate for you could control the basilisk as well as he could. With the monster of Salazar Slytherin confused on who to listen to it would appear that he would have to deal with you himself.

He was the sixteen year old self of Lord Voldemort. A memory that was preserved in a diary horcrux for fifty years. And now you stood in his way. Tom was very displeased.