With a monotone expression, the infamous Slytherin Tom strolled in quick strides down the dark school corridors, out of sight of the bothersome students. Potions book in his hand, his curled dark hair swayed over his forehead, and his piercing black eyes never faltered. His tall imposing figure made coming students step out of his path in fear. As he made his way to his dorm, his eyes caught on a familiar figure in his peripheral vision. An unconscious student lay upon the floors. His enemy.