"Crucio!!"

The young woman screamed in pain and then looked back. "Are you done Tom?" She snarled and yelled back "Crucio!!!"

The dark lord screeched in pain and fell to the ground she stood up and picked up his wand. Yelling the spell again at him.

She groaned and fell to the ground, she'd been beaten terribly in the last hour, blood falling. The world went black, but she was jolted awake by a shaking, she looked up at the dark lord who smiled at her.

"Foolish girl." He snapped and then she punched him, across the face and bit his arm. Voldemort howled in pain and dug his fingers into her back, throwing her off.

She stood and ran at him, pushing her fingers up the two slits, he called a nose and he screeched slapping her away, she picked up her wand and murmured. "Avada …."

She never finished the sentence… at that minute something sharp went into her and she slipped back into unconsciousness…


Isabella Sullivan walked next to her mother as they entered the train station., it was jam packed with muggle children all boarding trains to go to the safety of the countryside.

Bombs had been falling on London for what seemed ages… of course, the Valois family, living in a large mansion near London went on undetected. The silly muggles ignored it completely… and those German planes never once bombed it… why? Because it just looked like a simple field, it had a charm on it.

Julia listened as her mother went on and on in Spanish.

Her mother was a pureblood witch from Spain… but her father was an English pureblood.

Her mother had grumbled about sending her to Hogworts when she should have attended Beauxbatons in France.

Until now, her family had let her continue her education in the U.S., while her brothers and sisters and also attended Hogworts. Then when her grandmother died she returned to England.

"Vamos!!" Lets go! Said her mother and took her hand, running with her into the wall as they went to platform 9 ¾.

Isabella climbed onto the train and smiled, waving good-bye to her mother who smiled and waved good-bye as it pulled away. Isabella sighed and walked into a cabin. There sat a young man, about her age with short black wavy hair, he was handsome to say the least. Isabella knocked and walked into the room. "May I please sit in here with you?" She asked. The boy shrugged and then looked back out the window. He seemed very deep in thought.

The train went in silence until she finally had to ask. "What is your name?" She said. The boy's eyes seemed to flare that she'd even bothered to talk to him. "Tom." He snapped. "Tom Riddle."

"Riddle? Is that not a joke?" She asked, confused.

"No. Its not. That happens to be my last name." He snarled at her.

"Sorry for asking…bastardo" She grumbled.

"What did you just say?"

She shook her head. "No say." She looked out the window. The trees and hills flew by quickly as the sun begin to set.

Then the door flew open. There stood a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. Isabella blushed slightly.

He smiled a little. "So she's the little Spanish Pure-blood."

She looked at him as if he was crazy. "Yes. I am pure-blood, but I am English… I was born here." She said.

"Malfoy, what is it?" Said Tom acting bored out of his mind.

"I just came to see how your summer went…" Malfoy sounded afraid for a second.

"Terrible I spent it hiding in a damn little cellar as bombs fell all around. It was worse because of those muggle children… always crying, whining, shaking as the bombs fell." He snarled with anger.

Isabella watched them both, interested to say the least. So, the boy was a muggle-born? She was about to say something when the train came to a lurch and they stopped.

"Welcome home." Said Malfoy to Tom.


Isabella walked up to the stool nervously, and sat down the sorting hat placed on her beautiful black wavy hair.

"Hmmmm… hard this one… Loyal, very loyal… and full of love…Hufflepuff would be good for you. But, bravery and courage is strong in you… but then again… determination and a strong blood line, and ambitious, and very, very resourceful. I know… SLYTHERIN!!!!!"

The Slytherin table went up in a roar, as she walked down to join her classmates. Everyone accept Tom cheered, he only gazed at her with his brown eyes, as if he was trying to make her melt. Isabella walked past him and sat down next to a young lady who smiled at her then turned away.

After the grand feast she was lead to the Slytherin common room, she looked around in wonder.

Her father had been to Hogworts, no doubt he would be pleased… from his line she would be like her brothers and sisters, in Slytherin.

She smiled at the other three girls in her bedroom.

She learned their names quickly. Molly Anderson, Julia Kinders and Lucy Dickerson.

And ooohh… the funny they would have this year….


Isabella sat next to Tom in potions… she looked at him nervously, finally he turned.

"WHAT? Is there a big zit on my face?" She shook her head, her eyes wide. "Then stop looking at me like that!"

"Wait… sir… there is something…" She said, Tom looked confused. "Your face is so ugly I thought you where a Goblin… my mistake." She looked back at her book.

Tom grumbeled under his breath about her being a little bitch. That's when Tom's flask of potion exploded… all over him.

She giggled as he cursed and brushed himself off quickly. Molly sat behind her and giggled also, then stopped as Malfoy gave her a slanted glare. Molly looked at the floor, holding in her giggles.

This little incident all ended with detention for Isabella… with the prefect of her house… none other then Tom Riddle.