You stand face to face with Tom, at the entrance of the Chamber Of Secrets, in the girls washroom. You've just discovered everything. How he was the heir of Slytherin, he opened it. He killed that poor muggle-born. Him, the person you trusted most in the world. But here he stood, cold faced, and pale. "Look, imagine the power, the fame. Please, come with me, we'll do this together." He spoke in a way that shocked you. The coldness seeped like poison into his sharp, pleading tone.