Hey people, this fanfic of Tom Riddle's memories. I'll accept comments and advice, but the one thing I won't tolerate is flame-outs, so please if you've got nothing nice to say don't say anything at all. And also the memories aren't in Harry's point of view, it's more of a god-like view. Alright, enjoy.

The Beginning
(Song: At the Beginning, by: Richard Marx & Donna Lewis)

1 year after Battle of Hogwarts: Godric's Hollow

Harry Potter sat on the couch by the fireplace and waited patiently for Ginny and Hermione to get dinner ready. Ron slept in the chair next to him, but he didn't bother trying to wake him. It was one of those days when everyone just got together for convienence. Then there was knock at the door. Harry shook his head. "I got it!" he called to the kitchen.

Harry opened the door to find Kingsley standing there with a solemn expression. "Kingsley?" Harry said with a little bit of surprise. "This is unexpected."

"I'm sorry for intruding, but we've found something that might mean something to you," Kingsley explained.

Harry looked uncertain. "Um, this really isn't the time," he said he looked back toward the kitchen.

Hermione and Ginny were peeking behind the doorway. "It's about Voldemort," Kingsley explained.

Harry's head wipped back around. "What about him?" he asked uncertainly.

"It's nothing of that kind of importance, but we were investigating his various hideouts and we found something that might be of interest to you," Kingsley explained.

Harry entered Riddle House and nodded to the Aurors around him. He rushed up the stairs to the den. His first vision was of Voldemort. A pensive stood in the middle, Kingsley stood by it with a table of bottles next to him. "We've found a few of his memories, that you might want to see," he said and motioned to the table before leaving.

Harry walked to the table and picked up a bottle that read "Nagini" on the label. Did this have something to do with Nagini, being his horcrux? He poured it into the pensive and dipped his face in. It was all Tom's memories... At first all it was, were flashes of a girl. Blonde, blue-eyed, beautiful. First it showed her as a small child, pudgey, freckle-faced, plucky. She skipped down a hill side her short hair bouncing behind her. Then as 11 years old, skipping toward Tom and sitting next to him with a look of absolute glee and excitement. Then as a woman of 17 or 18 lying down looking up at him with such love and bliss. Tom's hand reached down and moved a lock of hair out of her face as she whispered, "I love you". She was dying, that much was certain. She was lying on the ground, looking up at him with a mixture of wonder, fear, and most prominent, love. She mouthed the words, "I love you" before she gave her last dying breath.

Harry pulled his head out of the pensive and looked at the bottle again. The label was marked "Nagini", yet it had memories of the girl. Harry took out his wand and cast a Revealing spell. The words disappeared and the name "Naida Seryant appeared instead. Was there a link between Nagini and this girl, Naida? Harry gripped the pensive and dunked his head in again.

Tom was 7 years old. The orphanage was on another country trip. He was crawling through the bushes, searching for the small voice that called to him. He saw something that caught the light and lunged for it just as another hand came out. His head smashed against another and he fell back on the grass, rubbing his head. He looked at the person who dared get in his way. A chubby, blonde girl held her head as well and glared at him. "What'd ya do that for?" she asked increduously.

Tom looked at her the same way, as if that all this was his fault! "You were in the way!" Tom said and started searching the grass again.

Suddenly he was sprawled on the ground, the girl glared down at him. "Get lost, snake boy!" she said.

Tom got up and brushed the dirt off his clothes before asking, "What are you doing here?".

"I live with you," she answered. "I watch you, you try talking to snakes and you disappear and reappear in a different place."

At first Tom was angry, some snot-nosed brat was spying on him! "And you hurt kids without doing anything," the girl continued.

Tom was starting to get nervous, he wanted to jump to his defense. He didn't mean to hurt those kids, he didn't even know how it happened. "I thought I'd never find another one like me!" the girl squeeled.

She took Tom's hands and spun them around. Tom recovered his hands, but she kept spinning. "What'd ya mean, like you?" he asked curiously.

"I can disappear and reappear too!" she said. "I think I once made this bully disappear and they found him hanging by his trousers on a tree branch!"

She giggled excitedly and kept spinning. Tom couldn't believe it, the one person he'd been hoping to find, that had the same abilities, was this pudgey, freckled, messy-haired, silly, girl! However, he couldn't help smiling at her foolishness. "Do you want to be friends?" she asked suddenly. "I know you don't have any, because I don't have any either."

Tom smiled and held out his hand as if closing a deal. "Tom Riddle," he said.

"Naida Seryant," she said and shook his hand with the most ecstatic smiled on her face.

Random Memories

Naida and Tom, sat in a grove of trees, talking about their most famous exploits. Tom talked about what the snakes told him, what he told them. He even tried to teach Naida how to speak in Parseltongue. She was a quick learner, she managed to make a strangled hiss come out of her mouth, that was actually a very good impression. Then a big kid stomped into view and Naida stood up immediately and approached him with great hostility. The boy pushed her down hard. Tom jumped up, but before he could the boy had suddenly been pushed down and the grass around him started to cut into his skin. Naida still glared at the boy and watched as he ran away crying.

Then they were in the lunch hall, poking at their lumpy stew. Naida rolled her eyes and shoved it away. Tom smiled as the stew suddenly became steaming hot and perfectly brewed. He stuck his spoon in and took a sip. Naida sidled to his side and took a taste as well. Soon they finished the bowl and they smiled at each other. "I want more," Tom said.

Then they were in Tom's room, under his covers with a flashlight on. They were huddled around a book that Tom was reading aloud. Naida nodded off and they slept together that night...

4 years later

Naida sat with Tom and looked at the handsome boy next to her. The man (what was his name, Dumbledore?), had left hours ago, but Tom still sat there in a daze. "I knew we were different, I knew," he whispered.

He'd been repeating it since Dumbledore left and it was starting to get annoying. Not that she wasn't still in awe that Tom's wardrobe had burst into flames and was still intact. "We did know we were different, now we're not so different," Naida said turning completely toward Tom and took his hands. "Tom, there are people like us."

She didn't know if that was a good thing to say, but it was a shot. Tom looked at her and smiled. "I can't believe it," he said. "There's a whole school of kids like us!"

"There's a whole other world of people like us!" Naida chimed.

Naida knew Tom just couldn't wait to see it all, to be proven this wasn't some crazy dream. So was Naida.

That's it, until next chater. Please R&R.