Tom was continuously pulled along through the halls, along where only the odd caught a glimpse of him, or no one saw them at all.  He knew these halls, they were he disappeared when he didn't want the Slytherin's to find him, when he didn't want to be called King of Slytherin, or Dark Prince. He knew exactly where they were going, it was a long and slow way of getting to the Headmaster's office, but they would be there soon. He knew that, so he decided to look up at the teacher he didn't know "Professor, why did we go the long way?" he asked politely, relishing in the surprised look that she gave him. His question when unanswered as they finally turned down the hall to the headmaster's office.<br/><br/>A password was spoken so quickly, he barely heard it. Then they were on the stairs and on their way up to the headmasters office. A place he had only seen twice before. A feeling told him he was going to see it more in this time then he ever had before. He let out a little grunt as he was pulled into the office and straight through it to a smaller room in the back and thrust into a chair. As he'd been pulled through, he could not help but catch a glimpse of the very one he had been setting out to find, the one that he was sure he needed to help him. He'd been content on skipping school entirely if it meant that things remained secret, that he never gave the great Harry Potter the scare of his life. But that seemed to be an option taken away from him. She was sitting there, talking to the Headmaster.<br/><br/>He sat quietly, listening to the door close and sure that Hermione was now gone as he could hear the hushed voices of the two Professor's talking in worried tones about him. He stood up and walked over to stand there "I know you're talking about me." he said, standing there as he looked at them. "I know who I look like, but I'm not him. I might be wearing Slytherin robes, but am not Voldemort." he said, unafraid of the name. "My name is Thomas Christian R... Richards." he said, deciding it was a good idea to at least change his last name. There was this sparkle in Dumbledore's eye that made him think the old man knew he was lying, then there was the look on the other Professor's face, and she looked like she doubted him entirely, knew he was lying to begin with. Even about him being Voldemort. "I'll be sorted again, if you like... I can... Work to get new robes since mine don't seem to match. I mean, I thought that I could just sneak myself in without anyone noticing, but clearly not. I've been in Russia and France, but I taught myself more then being in school. I've wanted to come hear for years, I think it was finally time." his story flowed easily, his lies coming like a second nature.<br/><br/>It had been hours before Tom was leaving the Headmaster's office, in brand new robes from Madam Malkin's that had been a floo trip, he had new books and clothes in a room he was given in Slytherin that was to remain just his alone. He had been sorted again and came close to a Hat Stall because he argued with the Sorting Hat about why he was there and not to say anything about him being the future heir of Slytherin. It was arguing that ended with him back in the house he belonged in. He refused to be sorted into any other house.<br/><br/>But right now, he was nervous, glancing into the Great Hall. He was supposed to sit at his house table, but there were no Pureblood family with the last name Richards, it was a muggle name. He'd be outcast in his own house, he would not be King, no he knew that would stay Draco's title, he could see him from there. He was going to be called a transfer student, introduced near the end of the meal. But for now, he needed to sneak in. He did his best, but did not succeed. He was about to sit down when he was confronted by some Sixth Year who stood up and pushed him back "Where do you think you're going!? Who are you? You're not a Slytherin!"<br/><br/>"Yes I am. Excuse me, I'd like to eat. I haven't gotten anything all day." he said, trying to get around the larger boy to the table. "No, you are not a Slytherin." he was told again, making him sigh before looking up into the boys eyes. "Half-blood.... You're a half-blood. Mother disappeared after you were born. Don't be angry at me for it." he said, reading the boys mind. "Move out of my way." he said, but even with the shock factor, his way remained blocked. "You can sit here." a female voice behind him said, making him jump and spin around. "Are you sure? You're a Ravenclaw, doing so could-"<br/><br/>"Sit." she cut him off and pulled him into the empty spot next to her. "Thank you." he said softly, with a smile and nod to her as he was slowly dishing for himself. They did small introductions and got half way through the meal before the Headmaster was calling for attention. "Oh Merlin... I'm not ready." he said softly, listening as words were said. He'd gotten up fast, and was making his way to leave but he never managed to get out as all attention was soon on him. He froze and slowly turned around, giving a sheepish smile "Um... Hello." he said, giving a small wave. "Uh... I'm Thomas Richards." he said, straight up and standing tall. "I'm a transfer and if you will all excuse me, I have a personal matter to attend too." he told the entire Great Hall, giving a bow before turning and walking as calm and fast out of sight as he could. Soon as he was able, he was running to the second floor girls bathroom. He groaned when he entered, Moaning Myrtle. "Shit." he said, turning to leave again, but his way was blocked by the tip of a wand.