great job!

hope u post more soon

I'll post the next part soon but I was wondering if you guys would help me out by answering an unofficial poll just so I know how you found this fic.

Question: How did you hear about/come across Kin for Kin.
a) Read Just in Case, came for the sequel
b ) Browsing the Restricted section
c) Told about it by me (samanthalee1983)
d) Told about it by someone else
e) Followed the link in my signature
f) other


Please answer if you get the chance, I will post more story soon.

*pout* no takers?

Oh well, here's the next part anyway. :flowersmile:
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Their first match was against Gryffindor. This was good and bad news for Tom. The good news was Lily Potter probably wouldn’t miss the match for the world. The bad new was she’d probably be cheering for the other guys.
Tom dressed in his green and silver Quidditch robes with a feel of foreboding. What if Slytherin lost. I’d lose face in front of everyone. But if we win she’ll probably be to upset to come back down in the Chamber with me.
That was Tom’s plan for after the match: win or lose, he was going to bring Lily back down to the Chamber of secrets. All he had to do was convince her it was a good idea.
“Hey, Slyddle, get your head out of the clouds until they’re in the clouds mate.” It was a tall blonde Slytherin boy who spoke. Jeffery Johnson, the seventh year Quidditch Captain, had just a slightly annoyed look on his face as he realized his seeker and star player hadn’t been paying attention to the pep talk he’d been giving the last few minutes. “As I was saying, Tom, if you care to listen, we have to win not only the match here today but the Quidditch Cup as well. We, Slytherins, have been unable to pry it from the hands of those filthy muggle-loving Gryffindors since that idiot Potter was seeker. Now, as it is my last year, I encourage you all to let me go out with a bang by pulverizing those morons once and for all! Do whatever has to be done! We will win this year!”
With that last phrase the whole Slytherin team gave a grand cheer and prepared to leave the changing area for the pitch.

After a few moments of forced formalities the game began. Tom rose into the air and noticed Lily in the stands. She held a large red and gold banner that flashed ‘Go! Gryffindor!’ and ‘Lions Rule’. Tom clenched his teeth. A win it is then. I’ll show those arrogant, muggle-loving, brats!
The Snitch seemed to be hiding so Tom had very little to do other than taunt the other team’s seeker who, coincidently, was the fat Gryffindor from Care of Magical creatures that Tom enjoyed bullying. “You seem to be recovering well.” Tom stated as he flew up beside him, watching the game below.
“Shut up.” The Gryffindor boy said, apparently frantically looking for the snitch.
“Honestly, you try to be nice and look what it gets you.” Tom rolled his eyes but smiled as Slytherin scored.
“You’re the one who put that itching potion on me in the first place.” The boy accused, narrowing his eyes at light reflecting off someone’s watch.
“You’ll never get the snitch, I don’t know why you’re even trying.” Tom said, changing the subject. “What’s your team thinking anyway? That having someone ‘weight challenged’ will gain them some sympathy?” Tom looked over at him, really getting into the teasing. “You couldn’t catch the snitch if it were dancing on your nose.”
As if to prove him wrong the Gryffindor shot away from him and down towards the grass. At first Tom thought this was just to get away from him until he saw the snitch too.
He followed in pursuit. “Get him with the Bludger!” He yelled at a Slytherin beater as he dived after the other seeker. Tom compromised and grabbed hold of the other boy’s broom. This slowed the boy down enough that Tom and he were neck and neck, hurtling towards the ground, and the snitch, on their brooms.
Tom heard someone shout “Get out of the way!” and he swerved just as a bludger took out his opponent. He quickly resumed the chase of the snitch. Within seconds he had hold of it and was shaking the daylights out of it for all to see.
His team mates joined him on the ground in celebration. “What took you so long with the bludger?” Tom inquired of the Beater he yelled at earlier.
“Couldn’t get one.” He explained, “It was a Gryffindor beater that took out Bagman.”
“Who?” Tom asked, confused.
“Their seeker.” Jeffery Johnson clarified.
“Oh.” Tom Laughs. “Taken out by his own beater!”
The entire team let the irony wash over them as they went to get changed, laughing.

a) Read Just in Case, came for the sequel
I love your stories!

Great job


as for the poll : A

e) followed your signature links, while reading another story u commented on by a mutual friend of ours.

and as always, excellent writing. keep it goin sam!

First, to answer your question: A, but I browsed through the Restricted Section to find that one...

Once again, great writing, I can't wait for the next post!!! :flowersmile:

great post more soon and as for your poll my answer is: A

Thanks for replying to the poll. If there's someone who hasn't answered yet, please do.
Here's the next part. Happy New Year! :wine:
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The common room was a scene of great jubilance when Tom left it. He was truly the guest of honor but he had his own celebration to get underway. He quietly excused himself and headed off to the owlery.
He pulled out the note that he had written earlier and re-read it.

Lily,
I hope you’re still not mad at me. I am truly sorry for the itching potion incident. In retrospect I realize that it was stupid and childish. I hope you will forgive me. I want you to know that I have something of yours that I thought you might like. Please meet me in the second floor girls’ bathroom at 8 o’clock tonight.
Tom.

P.S.
I bought this Quill at Honeydukes, enjoy. (Suck on the tip.)

Tom tied the note and Lily’s Sugar Quill to the leg of a school owl and sent it off to find her.
Tom walked into the second floor bathroom and looked into a dusty mirror, he thought he looked a lot like the picture of his father his mother always showed him. What would you think of me dad? Are you as crazy as my mother is? He continued to look at his reflection for a moment and then smashed the mirror. He’s not me. He sunk down onto the floor by the sinks to wait for Lily. Myrtle was, mercifully, no where in sight.

Great job sam

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Great writing, please don't make us wait too long for the next post!! (Not that you ever do!) HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yay this is great i really wanna read some more.........BUMP

Here's the next part.
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Tom heard Lily enter the bathroom, nearly an hour after he had punched the mirror, right on time. “You’re punctual, I like that.” He stated looking at the dried blood on his fist.
“Tom, what do you want?” Lily asked in a worried voice.
He finally looked up at her and found himself staring into her brilliant green eyes. Like her father’s. “I don’t know Lily. I never know what I want. My mother tells me what I want and I follow along like an obedient dog.” Tom’s jaw clenched and he looked away from her again.
Lily slowly lowered herself so that she was sitting cross-legged in front of him. “What happened to your hand?” She asked softly.
Tom roughly pointed to the Mirror and abruptly stood up. “Come on.” He said not looking at Lily. He said the ‘magic words’ and the sink lowered, seemingly quicker than before. He slid down to the chamber below without checking to see if Lily was behind him. He continued on to the door to the main chamber. As he spoke the words that would open it he heard Lily’s small footfalls chasing after him. So the sweet lamb is running after the big bad wolf… that’s a new one. He continued to the front of the chamber with his jaw set and his mind focused on his one task.

What is he going to do with her??! :unsure: Tom, you are not really a bad guy, I just know it!!!!

Great writing as usual Sam, I just love this story!!! :flowersmile:

what is he going to do he isn't gonna kill her is he? please post more soon

Mwahahahaha. I'm gonna drag this out for a while.
Note: I'm back in school so I may have a little less time to write. I'll try to post at least once or twice a week though.

Take a deep breath, this one's rather long.
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At the front of the chamber Tom waited for Lily to catch up with him. When he heard her footsteps slow he said “Stay here.” He then turned sharply to the left of the chamber and disappeared into its wing.
When Tom emerged from the blackness again he was holding onto a medium sized box.
Lily, it seems, had been thinking of the content of the letter. “Tom, you said that you have something of mine, what is it?” She crossed her arms protectively across her chest and stayed a few feet from Tom, who was now placing the box on the ground over the stain from his father’s book.
“I do have something of yours, Lily,” Tom said, calmly rising to a standing position in front of her. “I have your history, Lily, your father’s history. Things I’m sure he’s never told you. I have the truth, Lily. Sit.”
Lily sat where she was standing, apparently confused as to why she had sat down when it was the last thing she wanted to do at the moment.
Tom continued talking, looking very much like a professor giving a lesson. “I want you to understand something, Lily, my magical education didn’t start when I entered Hogwarts, it started when I was just a small boy.”
Tom started to pace slowly back and forth as he began to tell the story of his life. Lily sat transfixed on his ever word. “You see, my mother… is a little insane. What’s more she hates Harry Potter, with a passion, she’s obsessed with him. She wants to get him back for something that most people think he had ever right to do: Destroying my father.” At this he looked pointedly at Lily.
Lily looked confused and hesitant, “But… if your father was a dark wizard or something…”
“He was.” Tom cut her short. “He was perhaps the darkest of dark wizards. Like I said, many people thought Potter had every right to destroy him. My mother disagreed.” He paused. “In a way I do too. My father was a dark wizard, yes, he did terrible things, yes, and, yes, he probably needed to be stopped. But had he been shown an ounce of kindness, a droplet of compassion in his life then perhaps he would not have turned into the monster that everyone, even now, sees him as. But no, not even ‘Saint Potter’ could spare a kind word for my father. Not even when they were so much a like.”
Tom’s steps were picking up pace and his face was a portrait of bitterness and anger. “That dolt Dumbledore couldn’t… wouldn’t take my father under his wing like he did dear Harry. No, he watched and waited. He knew what my father would become and he LET IT HAPPEN! He didn’t to ANYTHING and he could have! He could have!”
Tom kicked the box and it traveled a few inches. “But he didn’t. And my father grew up to be my father. A man hated and feared by the entire magical community… save a few idiotic lapdogs that were his supporters. But even they feared him.” Tom laughed harshly. “Imagine, all those people being afraid of a frail old man. A man who was defeated by a mere boy, not much older than I am.”
Lily didn’t dare to move but she finally got the courage to speak again. “Tom… I don’t understand. I’ve never heard the name Slyddle before coming here. Who was your father? Was he a Death Eater?”
Tom looked somewhat surprised when Lily spoke, he had almost forgotten she was there. “No, he wasn’t a Death Eater, he was Death himself. He defied death and became Death all at once. I’m not surprised you’ve never heard the name Slyddle before; it isn’t real. Tom Slyddle Sr. is a myth, a phantom, a figment of my mother’s over active imagination.” Tom paused to look at the awesome statue of his ancestor. “Of course, the name has logic to it. I don’t know what you know about the Chamber here, “ He gestured around him. “So I’ll give you a quick history lesson: The Chamber was built by the great and noble Salazar Slytherin over a thousand years ago – along with the school – but it was sealed when he left because of a difference of opinion with the other founders. Fifty years later, give or take a few, Salazar’s descendant came to Hogwarts and figured out how to get into here – much like I did – and set a monstrous snake loose on the Muggle-borns of the school. That descendant was Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as the Heir of Slytherin, later known as Lord Voldemort. My mother wasn’t actually very fond of the Dark Lord so she named me after his younger persona. But you see, thanks to Meddling Harry Potter, she couldn’t us Tom’s real last name, everyone knew about the chamber by that time and I was sure to be targeted, if not by Harry than by one of his do-gooder friends. So she made a compromise. Something simply, easy to remember, that would always remind me of my destiny. Slyddle, a combination of Slytherin and Riddle, actually kind of clever isn’t it? In all my life not one person, outside my mother’s trusted circle, has ever put it all together.”
Lily looked slightly frightened as it dawned on her exactly what he was saying. “Do you mean… that you’re related to Lord Voldemort?”
Tom smirked. “Not merely related, my dear, I am his son. I am the Heir’s Heir. I am the Dark Lord’s last hope. You see, He planned to have me in case your father actually won, in case He lost, in case He needed another to finish what He started. Stay where you are seated.” Tom glared at Lily who had begun to slide away from him while attempting to get up. “I’m not through with you yet, Lily, you still don’t know everything.” He pointed his wand at her head. “I would be very grateful if you would sit still and let me continue.”

Tom, don't you dare hurt Lily!!!!!!! >

Great writing Sam, this is really, really good!! :flowersmile:

wow.........that was kinda sudden.....but its still good....in fact i loved it........yay..........Please post some more soon........ :wub:

post post post!

If all the dialog is getting boring, just tell me and I'll try to wrap this part up.
Here's the next part. :flowersmile:
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Lily settled back down and Tom put his wand away. “As I said before, my magical education was started at a very early age. My mother started showing me pictures – of enemies and friends – when I was just a baby. Explaining to my infant self about Mud Bloods and Pure Bloods, about the war and what she considered my role in it. She taught me other things too, when I was old enough to hold a wand. You see, there are spells, enchantments, that can be put on a person or place so that they can’t be found and any magic they do is undetectable. I’m not entirely sure what all of them are, just that they were placed on the place where I practiced so that I wouldn’t get into trouble. My mother, in all honesty, never really had a background in the dark arts until after she met my father but one of his former followers was kind enough to give me a proper education.”
Tom bent down and retrieved two pictures from the box. “These are copies of some of the pictures that my mother used to show me. This is Tom Riddle,” He said advancing one of the photos a little, “My mother is in love with him, funny they’ve never met.” Tom saw Lily about to object so he added: “Voldemort is the one who got her pregnant. He and this boy have little in common.” Tom now brought the other picture forward now. “And this is Draco Malfoy,” Lily made a noise like a snarl, Tom rolled his eyes, “You can not like him all you want. Any way, this is a rather old picture, he’s grown up quite a bit since it was take. He’s the one who trained me. Started simple, with a few minor curses and jinxes, but by the time I was eight I could do all three of the ‘Unforgivable Curses’ without and trouble at all. Of course, I was only allowed to practice the ‘Avada Kadavra’ on animals, but I don’t imagine it’ll be anymore difficult on humans.”
Lily looked apprehensively at Tom but stayed where she was.
“Oh don’t worry, I don’t plan to try it tonight.” Tom reached into the box and collected a battered book from the inside. “I bet you already know what this is, dear old dad must have bragged about it a million times.” Tom opened the book so Lily could see the hole that went all the way through. “It was in this very chamber that Harry Potter,” He all but spat the name, “Killed the great Basilisk. In this very chamber he took a fang and plunged it through this book, destroying my father. Ruining everything he had planned. He killed the Snake!” Tom gestured to the empty space behind him. “He ruined this chamber! He robbed me of my inheritance! And what’s more, the bastar*d lived.”
Tom tossed the book back into the box and turned away from Lily to wipe away the tears that had started to form on his face.

hello.

dang it

Wow! That was great how you made Tom cry in the end instead of becoming more angry. It shows he has some human feelings! And whatever you do, don't stop writing dialogue, it is like the best part, you do it soooooooooooo well!!! Great post!! :flowersmile:

yes...i agree..please update soon........... :wub: