Welcome to my new Story, Bare obsessions. If you are new readers then good luck and if not then welcome back lovelies. I've been writing for 3 years on here and I have 2 other stories that I'm working on, but this story is my focus right now. it's idea I've had for a long time, and I've always wanted to do my own take on a time traveling story.

If you're following 'My Tom' or 'Taking over me' then i love you even if you've given up on me. This story is just a way for me to get my ideas out of my head and maybe even prove to myself that i can finish a long chaptered story.

So updates will be every week and a half or maybe even a week.

Enjoy

Disclaimer: I in no way own harry potter or it's characters. they all belong to JK Rowling, i just try to...expand.

~Drew


Anna nervously but closely inspected the work going on around her. The final battle had finally arrived, and the need to run was overwhelming her. A hand landed on her shoulder and squeezed reassuringly. Anna turned to see Harry standing behind her. Her heart swelled and she smiled softly, leaning into his touch.

How frightened she had been, how frightened they all had been when the three, the golden trio, had vanished. The Golden Trio. She still remembered how the nickname was passed around the Ravenclaw common room. It was a phrase filled with humor and fondness. Or, at least it had been to her.

Harry and Anna stayed in a comfortable stillness, just watching the other order members scurry around the room of requirements. They stayed like that until Harry broke the silence.

"Anna, you staying, and fighting with us means a lot to all of us." He said, affection creeping through his tone. Ah yes, Harry knew of her doubts.

"You all mean more to me than anything; you know I have nothing but this school, and you all, my friends. I would be happy to die for you Harry." Anna turned around and faced him.

He was older looking, and more hard. But the warmth in his eyes were the same. Swirling green that were so bright it reminded Anna of the grass back at her parents old cottage. Her real parents. Her heart tugged, and she swallowed hard, trying to rid her throat of the lump that had formed.

"No one is dying tonight." He vowed. Anna was not so sure.

"Are you alight?" Harry asked her, concern etched on his features.

"My dreams have been returning," Anna muttered. "I cannot tell if they are good or bad. All I see is a man. He has no face, it is too dark. I wonder if he even has a face. Sometimes I am running towards him and cannot reach him… and sometime I am running away from him. They terrify me Harry." Harry said nothing, his face scrunched up as if he was thinking.

Anna only talked about her dreams to Harry. She knew he understood; he often had dreams that disturbed him greatly.

"I feel as if… something is pulling at me Harry. It feels as if it's going to swallow me whole and pull me away. I don't know how to stop it." Anna's voice broke and she took a deep breathe, gathering herself under Harry's tightening grip.

"Nothing is going to take you away Anna. I promise." Harry vowed.

"I- harry I am not the best person for this battle. I am not as brave as you or Hermione, or Ronald. But I want you to know that I stand with you, always. And I will help you in this battle." She assured him, even though she knew deep down that he did not need assuring. For some strange reason he believed in her.

"You are one of the best people I have ever had the pleasure of calling my friend, never forget that." He said, smiling his small, soft smile. Anna nodded as he walked away, to talk once more to Ronald. But Anna was not so sure of herself. The sour words from the sorting hat creeped into her thoughts once more.

Most people look back at their sorting with fondness and maybe some humor. But not Anna. The sorting hat made her uneasy. She didn't like the thought of anyone seeing into her head. Seeing her thoughts, memories, feelings, and morals.

Of course she still vividly remembered the words the hat said to her.

What an interesting mind you have, little one. So many things your classmates do not know, and will maybe never know about you. You have the cunningness and the brains to be in Sytherin, but the intelligence and wit to be in Ravenclaw. Yes, I see your need to succeed very clearly. One thing that troubles me is your selfishness. Hmmm, that might make you more suited for Sytherin. But no, you have a bit of loyalty in your head. And a lot of heat and fight in you, yes. I have made my decision... RAVENCLAW.

Back then she had not worried so much about what the silly old hat said, but as she grew older she started to get nervous about some of her qualities. The big one was the selfishness, which was now reflecting here. She wanted to run away, and save herself. One can't really blame her, her natural indict is just flight not fight.

But still, she felt damn guilty for wanting to leave. No matter what she did, the selfish thoughts that the sorting hat had saw in her would not go away.

Why should I have to die for something that is not my cause?'

'Why should I give my life for nothing?'

'Why shouldn't I run away from this?'

'Why do I have to fight?'

But Anna locked them away, and tight. She couldn't afford think like that. If she even hesitated a bit in the battle, she would die, and her friends would die. Anna looked down to only now notice that her hands were shaking. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes, trying to steady herself.

She was scared.

No, she was terrified. That was normal though, right? As she looked around the people were looking anything but scared. Excited, restless, anxious, so many words she could use to express the energy in the room she was now stuck in. She was the dark cloud ruining this. Abigail wanted to tear her hair out in frustration, she had promised Harry. She had promised everyone. She refused to betray them.

And still, the pulling was getting stronger. It was as if something, something was coming to get her. To gobble her up and leave her forsaken and empty. Anna wanted to brush it off as nerves because of the battle, but it felt stronger than that.

She would not let it. Whatever monster was coming for her, whether it really was Voldemort or her own mind, she would not let it get in the way of her promise.

And with that thought she stood tall as Harry made his last speech. They all heard the loud screeches and the loudness of the death eaters trying to get through Hogwarts protection.

The sound rung through Anna's ears, threatening to overflow her brain with fear. But once again she just pushed it to the back of her head, silencing the doubt. She didn't have time for this. Harry didn't have time for this.

"We're going to look for the hidden items; you all go out and protect Hogwarts." Harry's voice rung out so loud that it droned out the sound of the deafening booms.

Anna took a deep breath as she joined the others leaving the room. Her protection would soon be gone, and she would be fending for herself. It was a bit comforting to know that the others had her back.

She gathered her nerve and finally left the room, to join the battle.

LINE

Anna shivered at the loud shriek of victory that rung through the air. Voldemort had broken through Hogwarts. The loud access of shrieking and cheers chilled her to a bone. But strangely she had no want to run, and her mind was buzzing in anticipation. Her fight was kicking in, and she was grateful.

As death eaters and snatchers rushed in, eyes blazing in hate and excitement, she didn't hesitate when someone started shooting at her. She reflected their curses skillfully, and shot a few of her own.

"No!" Anna heard Lucius shout. "The dark lord has ordered that no one touches her", and in a flash of green light, she screamed and ducked. Anna was prepared for the blackness of death, but nothing came.

She opened her eyes to see the man who had been trying to kill her, dead, and Lucius Malfoy was staring right at her. Anna's mind immediately turned to flight and she backed up. He started towards her and she immediately found herself running away from him, flinging curses behind her as she went. Her mind went into panic mode. She made a strangled sound as she found the space between them getting shorter.

All if a sudden Anna heard a shout to her left, and turned her head to see Seamus attacking Lucius. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Greyback leaping towards lavender. Lavenders screams rattled through her brain and without thinking she turned to them and cried out "Avada kedvra"

No one noticed. No one turned around and gasped. But Greyback fell to the ground. No one noticed.

Shaking the thought off, she ran to lavenders side, disgustingly throwing Greyback off of Lavender's legs. She was twitching, and shallow breathes were coming out. She was alive, but barley. Anna did her best, but her healing powers only went so far, and in the middle of the battlefield, there was little she could do.

Her heat clenched at the sight of the bite on Lavender's neck. It was deep, with blood and bits of torn skin everywhere. Lavender had been a good person, and a loved friend. She had sisters and parents. What would happen to her now?

Anna was distracted though as another death eater started towards her, what confused her was that they weren't firing at her, and as much as it confused her it scared her more. They were trying to get to her, and Anna had no idea why.

"The dark lord has ordered that no one touch the girl."

Lucius Malfoy's words rang in her ears as she angrily fought off death eaters and snatchers. They were all eager to get to her, which she hardly understood. She was just a Ravenclaw. She was a nobody in this war.

So why did Voldemort want her?

The thought was confusing, and honestly terrifying. But Anna continued to fight, and clawed her way through the crowd of people trying to grab at her. Honestly as much as she was terrified, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disgust and annoyance. Anna hated when people touched her, or got into her personal space. It was absolutely maddening.

It seemed like she was fighting forever, until finally the hands stopped, and were people were cheering. They had won, Anna was sure of it. Her vision was hazy, probably due to some spell someone had fired at her, she wasn't sure, and everything around her was getting confusing and cloudy.

Anna stumbled out into the courtyard, bruised, bloody, and exhausted. She was sure they had won. Her stomach dropped as she saw the scene in front of her. Harry's body lying on the ground while Voldemort and his followers laughed.

Without thinking she collapsed to the ground, her knees scraping as she stared at Harry's body.

Anna clutched her head as her dreams started playing out in front of her. The presence was overwhelming, and she wanted to scream. The pull was so strong it made her stomach flip and she was sure she was going to be sick.

'Where does it want me to go' Anna thought, though the thought felt far away and almost not her own.

It was all over. The light, the good, the heroic side had lost. That was not how it worked. The moral always won. They always beat the wicked one.

Anna looked around her to see Hermione's body, discarded, bloody and still. They had mutilated her face and body; the word mudblood had been etched all over her. Another look showed her that Ron was across from her. Fred, George, Ginny, Luna, Cho, everyone was dead. Lying in tattered ruins at her feet. Tortured, bloody, broken.

How had this happened?

"Get the girl." Voldemort hissed. But Anna was one step ahead of him. She forced herself to get up and started running before anyone could obey his command. This is what she was best at, running away. She would gladly run away from this threat. Anna ran harder and faster than she had before. She didn't know where she was going, she just stopped fighting the pull and when she stooped she had made it to the room of requirement.

Was this how her dreams went? She couldn't remember.

She doesn't even remember what she had thought, just that the door appeared and she swung it open before she could even think about it.

Instead of a room Anna screamed as she was dropped into darkness. It was as if she was paralyzed and suffocating. Anna closed her eyes, sure she was about to die, and suddenly she was dropped into a hard surface.

Anna passed out before she could open her eyes.


"Dear? Can you hear me?" a voice called out. It sounded distant and Anna struggled to open her eyes to see where the voice was coming from. Everything was so dark and heavy. When she was finally able to open her eyes, the light burned, but at least she was starting to hear the voices more clearly.

"Oh dear. I told you it wasn't wise to wake her up so soon. She had a monumental amount of damage done to her." A female voice fretted, obviously worried.

'Wait…where am I?' Anna suddenly thought.

She immediately opened her eyes, and sat up, gasping for breath. She coughed a few times, wincing at the pain in her side. As Anna fully opened her eyes and her eyes focused, she realized two things. One, she was at Hogwarts, in the infirmary to be exact. And two, she was surrounded by three people. A young woman, with a scrunched up face, which most have been because she was worried. Dumbledore, but not Dumbledore. He looked younger and well…not dead. And an old man whose face Anna had only seen in books, Headmaster Dippit. She suddenly wanted to faint all over again.

And if that wasn't horrible enough, she shouldn't have even been there, as the castle had gotten destroyed during the Battle.

Before she could even ask what was going on, Dumbledore coughed slightly, bringing her attention to him. Anna's heart ached at the sight his long auburn hair and beard; his eyes looked young and twinkled. It hurt to see her dear dead professor, standing in front of her, very much alive. And it was obvious he had no idea who she was.

"Miss, I am sure that you are very tired and still sore, but we have some questions that need to be answered." He said, his tone was sympathetic and patient. His eyes never lost his twinkle as he smiled softly at her.

"Where did you find me?" Anna asked, trying to keep a cool head. If she was correct about what happened, then it would not be wise to call too much attention to herself. And how in the world was she going to explain this? A random person, in strange clothes stumbles upon Hogwarts, probably looking like death was upon her. It was a mess of a story.

"Our head boy found you, outside the seventh floor in the left corridor, he was patrolling when he found you, completely passed out. He quickly brought you here, and then alerted us." Dippit said, in a clipped tone. He was eyeing her clothes which were still bloody.

"Sir, what is the date?" Anna asked slowly, turning to Dumbledore. Their strange clothes, the fact the Dumbledore and Dippit were staring at her made her very scared for the answer. Anna was pretty sure she had an idea but the actual answer shocked her.

"It's October 26th, 1945." Dumbledore answered her, his expression perplexed. And that is when she passed out once more.

LINE

When Anna opened her eyes, her mind was still hazy from sleep. She quickly snapped out of it and sat up. Abigail looked around the room as she remembered her situation. Dumbledore was sitting on the far side of the room, humming as he read from a rather large looking book.

"Professor Dumbledore," Anna gasped out, struggling to get out of bed. Once she finally made it up, she looked only to see he was sitting on the bed next to her.

"Do you want to explain who you are, how you got here, and how you know my name?" He asked her, raising an eyebrow. Anna cursed herself for messing up and quickly thought through what she should tell him in her head. If she told him too much, she could alter the timeline. She shuddered to think what horrible changes she could cause.

"Professor, this is going to sound…crazy. Insane actually, but I am from the future." Anna told him, waiting for a reaction. Surprisingly, there was none.

"I suspected," he said, willing her to continue. It wasn't surprising that he already knew, or had expected. Due to her clothes, she just mysteriously being passed out in the hall, and the fact that she passed out when she heard the date.

Anna decided that the best thing to do would be to tell him. If he knew what was going on, he could help her get home. So she told him that an evil wizard was causing terror throughout the wizarding world and that she had been helping to defeat him and his followers, but that they lost and when she ran into the room of requirements, and it sent her here, fifty years in the past. Dumbledore had a thoughtful expression on his face the whole time she was talking.

Anna made sure to hold back details like who Voldemort was, Harry, and any real details. He really only needed to know what happened to her, so she could get back home.

"I'm terribly sorry I can't tell you any more than that. But a friend of mine once told me how easily wizards can mess with time and the horrible consequences that come with it. As much as I'd like to change what is happening in my time, I cannot risk it." She sniffed, bowing her head.

"I understand my dear," Dumbledore comforted her. He layed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, and Anna instantly felt a bit calmer.

"How did this even happen, sir?" Anna asked desperately.

"I'm not sure," Dumbledore said, but he seemed to be thinking aloud.

"Sir, please," Anna begged him, trying to get his attention. "You have to help me get back. There's not much there for me, but I cannot stay here." She pleaded to him. He hesitated, like he knew the answer to her question, but didn't want to tell her. Her stomach sunk as he sighed and gave her a sad smile.

"I am sorry, miss…?" He looked questioningly at her and Anna realized she had not told him her name.

"Anna Chapman." She said quickly.

"Well Anna, I'm so sorry, but I cannot help you get back home," he said to her. "I have never heard the Room of Requirements to do such a thing, and even if it could, I doubt you would be able to reverse it. It seems, you might have to stay here."

Anna stared at him, in disbelief. He wouldn't help her; how could he not help her She had to get back, she couldn't stay here!

"No, you don't understand. I need to go home. Don't you understand how badly this could mess up, well everything. I'm not supposed to be here. How can you not help me?" She asked him angrily.

"You have to understand Miss Chapman. No wizard has ever traveled this far back in time. Tell me, what were you thinking of when the door opened?" He asked her, his face serious.

"I don't know," Anna whispered, racking her brain for anything. "I wasn't even thinking, the door just opened. I fell into the darkness." She shuddered at the memory of the cold blackness wrapping around her.

"That's what I feared, it seems as though the room assessed your situation and acted as necessary. I'm afraid I know no way that it can be reversed . But I can help you in a small way, I have applied you to Hogwarts as a seventh year, so you can finish your schooling. We prepared robes and supplies for you as well, I am sorry but this is the best I can do." He said to her.

"What shall I tell people though?" Anna asked him.

"Well you said your parents are originally from France? Good, we can tell them that Grindlewald attacked your home and killed your parents. I let you apperate here but due to your injury's you were slightly off track. We will say your parents were dear friends of mine, and I was given the responsibility of looking after you." He explained to her.

Anna nodded mutely. She was numb all over. How could this have happened to her? She quietly followed Dumbledore as he led them out of the infirmary and to his office.

"Here are your clothes, you can quickly change into them and meet me outside so we can go to the feast and get you sorted." He said, before taking his leave of the room. Anna looked around in awe; she had never been in Dumbledore's private office before. She smiled softly at the bird peering at her curiously.

Anna swiftly changed into the clothes Dumbledore had given her. They weren't that different than a regular Hogwarts uniforms except the skirt was longer and she had to wear white tights. She looked at herself in the mirror and winced at how thin she looked. Then again she had always been slightly undernourished.

She shook off the thought and went back out, waving slightly to Fawkes as she left to go back out and meet Dumbledore. They walked silently to the Great Hall. Anna stopped slightly and took a deep breathe.

"I will of course consult some of my trusted friends about your problem" Dumbledore said. Anna gave him a small smile.

'This is most likely going to suck,' she thought bitterly.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at her, silently asking if she was ready. Anna gave a quick nod and held herself straighter; she refused to show fear, especially to a bunch of Hogwarts students. He opened the doors and the chatter that she had heard outside the door, stopped and the hall became completely silent. All heads were turned on them.

Dumbledore and Anna walked through the table of students until they were at the staff table. The stool and the old sorting hat were there, just like when she was 11. Her mind went back to what the sorting hat had said to her the first time she had worn it, and she was nervous all over again.

"Students," Dumbledore's voice rang out throughout the hall, and if there was still somebody talking after their entrance, they would have been silenced then. "We have a new student joining us. We all know of the hardships going on in France and Germany right now due to Grindlewald. So we shall give Miss Chapman a warm welcoming." He motioned the stool and Anna took a deep breath as she sat down, and Dumbledore placed the hat on top of her head.

A time Traveler? Was one sorting not enough for you Miss Chapman? I find that you did not enjoy the first time I sorted you. I doubt you will be much happier with this. The years of hardships you have faced have hardened you Anna. I know exactly where to place you, but head my warning. Not all is as it appears here, and you should be very careful of the friends you make here. Do not lose your way, and yourself. You will battle with who you are and who you want to be, and in the end you will have to make a choice that will change everything, but remember, help will always be given to those at Hogwarts who ask for it. One last thing Anna, beware the man in your dreams, he is here.

"Sytherin!" The hat called out. The hall was silent as Abigail sat in shock on the stool. Dumbledore took the hat off of her, looking at her with a bubbly look on his face. She found herself wanting to role her eyes but resisted. She walked over to the Sytherin Table who were looking at her in a passive silence.

'At least I'm not a muggleborn' she thought to herself.

Abigail quietly took a seat at the end of the table, deciding it was a good choice to act as uninterested and uneager as they were acting towards her. Soon everyone seemed to get a good enough look at her and people went back to their own conversations and their meals.

Anna drowned out the noise, trying to concentrate. She shouldn't be there, if she messed even the slightest thing up. She could set off a reaction that would most likely change something in the future. She needed to figure out a way to get back, plain and simple.

It should be sooner rather than later but Anna suspected it would take time to figure out what had happened to her, and how to reverse it. Especially because she had to do it all on her own. So that meant she would at least be able to finish her schooling. She just had to get through the year, and then she could go home. She would be a distant memory that, if she was lucky, everyone would forget.

"Hello there," She was startled by a voice and immediately turned to see who had spoken. Anna was met with the sight of a very handsome, and very pleasant looking boy who looked to be around her age. She quickly took in his unkempt but surprisingly stylish brown hair, incredible cheekbones, and eyes that were so blue that it looked like she was looking into the deep-sea.

"Um, Hello." Anna replied, trying to look pleasant and not as reproachful as she felt. If he noticed anything amiss, he didn't comment.

"Benjamin Garrick." He drawled, holding out his hand. She shook it quickly, deciding it was best to act in a polite manner to make him go away quicker, without raising suspicion.

"Anna Chapman," she replied. There was an awkward pause and for a moment she thought he was going to leave, but apparently he decided that she was worth talking to.

"So you're exchange student?" he asked her, taking an apple and biting into it. Anna smiled a bit, resisting laughing at the question he obviously knew the answer to.

"Nah, I've been hiding out in the library the last couple years," Anna joked, for a second she wanted to hit herself for the lame attempt at humor but she was relieved and surprised when he laughed. He was either very polite or he was actually enjoying talking to her.

"But really, yes. I came over from France," she told him casually. "Dumbledore took me in and enrolled me."

"What happened to your parents?" He asked her.

"Oh, um. They died in an attack. It was a couple of Grindlewald followers, just wanting a bit of a laugh I suppose." She probably should have been acting more upset, Anna realized. It sounded strange how casually she was talking about the death of her parents. But if Benjamin noticed anything strange he didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry, that must have been really hard." He apologized. Abigail smiled at him, trying to silently tell him that he hadn't hurt her feelings. He seemed a bit relieved and decided to change the subject and started to ask her where she went to school and what she I was taking this year.

"I was home-schooled in France, but for this year I'm taking NEWT level Defense against the Dark Arts, Charms, History of Magic, Potions, Transfiguration, Study of Ancient Runes, and Arithmancy." Anna states, counting off her fingers. When she finished Benjamin was looking at her in half awe and half like she was insane.

"What's wrong?" Anna asked, groaning internally as she felt the heat rise to her cheeks.

"Nothing, just wow. That's a lot of classes. I'm only taking 6 this year. The only person I know of that's taking so many advanced classes is Tom Riddle." When Benjamin spoke that name Anna choked on her soup. She tried to cover her mistake, but inside she was screaming.

Tom Riddle. That was Voldemort's real name. From when he was in school. Dumbledore told us last year, but I couldn't have actually traveled back to when he was in school.

'This was just perfect, not only was I sent 50 years into the past and sorted into Sytherin but now I'm going to have to go to classes with the guy who's going to kill all my friends in the future. Just great.' Anna thought miserably.

"Are you alright?" Benjamin asked her, looking sincerely concerned. Anna waved her hand at him and nodded, coughing a few more times.

"Sorry about that," She said, a bit embarrassed.

"It's fine, I hate when that happens," he said conversationally while sipping on his own pumpkin juice. For the rest of dinner they chatted, and she completely forgot about her Tom Riddle problem.

Until Dippit just had to include himself. He caught her eye and waved her over, and Anna got up and said goodbye to Benjamin, promising she would find him in the common room after supper.

Anna walked over to the staff table and stood silently, trying to ignore all the stares she felt on her back. She waited for Dippit to speak. He was happy to keep her waiting though, chewing slowly and when he finally cleared his throat she was very irritated.

"How are you settling in my dear?" Dippit asked, though he didn't sound very interested. Anna rolled her eyes internally but kept the polite smile on her face.

"Alright sir, thank you." She answered him, trying to keep her tone polite.

"Well to help you settle in, our head boy is going to take you to the common room, and he'll also be helping you to your classes." He said, and waved his hand as if dismissing her. Anna opened her mouth to protest but Dumbledore sent her a look, and she gritted her teeth.

"Here he is, he'll take you to the common room now." Dippit said looking past her. Anna sighed before she turned around, trying to put a pleasant looking smile on her face.

The boy made her want to drop her jaw, he was absolutely gorgeous. He had ruffled, but untidy black hair with high cheeks bones, and grey eyes. He towered over her 5'4" frame, he must have been at least 6 foot.

Abigail immediately recognized the boy, although she had no idea who he was. Did she know him? No that was impossible. Abigail looked a bit harder and realized this boy looked a bit like harry except well, he was so far from harry it was scary.

He had a polite smile on his face but the closer she looked the faker it looked. And his eyes, that's what made her want to shudder. His eyes held no warmth, they were icy pits that seemed like they could kill you if he wished.

So while he was gorgeous, Anna immediately found herself wanting to be away from him.

"Tom Riddle," the boy introduced himself and everything clicked into place. Harry had said that Voldemort was good looking when he was young, but that was the understatement of the year.

Anna snapped out of her trance and have Riddle a strained smile, if you would call it that. Anna wished Benjamin was the one who could escort her but apparently she didn't get a choice. She turned back to Dippit to once again try to complain but he had already gone back to his meal.

She caught Dumbledore's eyes but he just gave her a rueful smile and went back to his book.

'I guess I'm on my own' she thought bitterly.

Anna turned back to Tom and they walked silently out if the hall, Riddle nodding to his friends while Anna waved half-heartily at Benjamin. She was surprised to find herself actually looking forward to meeting back up with Benjamin.

Her thoughts were swiftly interrupted by Riddle, who started telling her about the castle. It didn't sound like he gave a shit, and he didn't seem to care if she was listening it not. Still she decided it would be best to not arouse any suspicion, so she asked questions and didn't look like she wanted to stab his eyeballs out of his head.

They mostly walked in silence, which meant Anna's thoughts were led astray and she hardly paid attention when Tom did say something.

By the time they reached the dungeons, Anna was shivering. She wasn't used to such cold conditions. She had been in the Ravenclaw towers, and now she had to endure the dungeons. It seemed like a grim place to have to live. But it made sense why it was chilly, they were under the black lake after all.

"Don't worry, a simple warming charm should fix that draft you feel," he explained, and flicked his wand towards her. Anna flinched away but was surprised to feel instantly warmed and blushed before she grudgingly thanked him. He raised an eyebrow but decided to disregard her tiny outbreak.

They walked into the common room wordlessly, and Anna found herself a bit impressed by how everything looked. It was very modern for the 40's, and she actually liked the style of black and green, with the hint of silver. It was very calming.

"So, you're from France?" He interrupted her thoughts, for the second time and Anna couldn't help but find him very grating. His voice was soft and gentle like velvet, but knowing what he was, she couldn't help but notice how forced and almost mocking his tone was. As if he felt like he was doing her a service by listening to her.

"Yes," she responded shortly. He already knew the answer to his senseless question so why did he bother asking it? She didn't notice his nasty scowl that had broken out on his face, or the way his fists clenched up.

"Do you need anything else?" He asked politely.

"No. I'm fine." Anna huffed.

"Well, I can see you're doing fine. The stairs to the right lead to the girls dorms." He replied coldly, she suddenly looked at him, and even though he looked much more composed than he had a second ago, she couldn't miss the fury that twirled throughout his eyes. A twinge of fear went through her, but she shrugged it off.

She nodded at him, trying to think of something, anything to say but the crowds of students started sweeping into the common room and he disappeared.

'Damn,' she thought. 'I'll just find him tomorrow and explain that I was very tired from my journey. I'll just apologize.' Anna felt a bit sick at the thought of apologizing to him for anything, but it would not be smart to make an enemy out of Tom Riddle. No, she had to keep her head down and find a way to get home. Still, the idea was vile.

She felt a tap on her shoulder, and was met with the sight of Benjamin when she turned around. She felt a twinge of affection, but ignored it.

"Wizards Chess?" He asked her, motioning to the table next to them. She considered him for a moment before deciding that one game couldn't hurt. His puppy dog eye might have helped her decision though.

"Fine, but just one. Classes start tomorrow. And I should warn you, nobody back home could beat me at wizard's chess." She cautioned him.

"We'll see about that," Benjamin smirked, and for some reason Anna couldn't help but smile back.


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