Tom Marvolo Riddle walked down the middle of the Great Hall, his black hair dropping in front of his face. It was his 7th and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Looking around him, he saw the House banners flutter as the group of new First Years stomped in, their voices getting louder by the second with nervousness. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Tom sat down at the Slytherin table and looked over at his friends. They were all very attractive and he let his eyes trail down the table to the girls at the end. None of them were particularly attractive and he made small talk with his mates as Dumbledore started off the new year with the school song.

They sat through the same basic rules they got every year, sometimes multiple times throughout the year if someone wandered into the Forbidden Forest in hopes of seeing a unicorn in the flesh.

"Marvolo, when are you finding out who's your Co-Head? We need to know if it's safe to bring up some Fire Whiskey to celebrate tonight." Abraxas Malfoy said. Tom looked at his friend who's pale blond hair reflected the candlelight.

"I don't know yet, mate. Probably after the Sorting. You know how McGonagall is about her precious First Years; they always have to be showed how to enter their Common Room first before she shows the Heads where their room is."

Malfoy, with his sharp pointed jaw, nodded and turned back to their other friends Jef Goyle and Percival Crabbe and told them what he had said. Tom turned back to the Sorting which had been going on for a few minutes now.

"Lily Evans," McGonagall called out, her voice loud enough so that way the whole Hall heard over the sound of the last placement's House clapping. Tom watched as Lily, a tiny girl with bright red hair and piercing green eyes pulled on her taught curls as she made her ways slowly up to the front of the room. She was pretty and she looked like a tiny princess, ones that always found their way to a prince in Muggle movies.

He kept watching as McGonagall helped her onto the stool and placed the Sorting Hat on her head and as she closed her piercing eyes. Freckles were smattered across her babyface-cheeks, nose, and chin. Her mouth mumbled, which, thought Tom, was useless because the Sorting Hat did not take suggestions from anyone. It had laughed when he had asked in 6 years ago to be placed in Gryffindor with the bravest of people he knew and told him he would have to stick it out in Slytherin. Marvolo rolled his eyes and sneered at this memory. It was in the past, yet the past was something he couldn't let go of. "Gryffindor!" He heard the Hat shout.

The table at the far end of the Hall bellowed and hollered for their new inductee. They would teach her all about what bravery and honor was supposed to be about, thought Tom, something that he obviously didn't possess. Seering he went back to the conversation of when he would find out who his Co-Head would be. His mates had stopped by Borgin and Burke's when they had went shopping for more sugar quills and their textbooks and had bought a cabinet that mysteriously made things disappear and reappear in different locations and wanted him to keep it in his room to smuggle in alcohol.

"You know," Crabbe said. "There's this Muggle drug I found out about over the summer in Wales. It's called cocaine, it's all powdery and you, you smoke it; gives a lovely high. I'm sure we could bring that in and make some extra profit this year. You know how Mudbloods always are acting crazy when they have to give it up during the year, acting all foolish and demented."

Marvolo cut his dark eyes at Crabbe. He was always trying to find ways to make extra money and get other people in trouble. He sneered and watched as Crabbe dropped his eyes to the table.

"James Potter," McGonagall yelled, interrupting Tom's thoughts. He turned around, his legs straddling the bench and watched as James strutted up to the front of the room with a confident face, his deep black hair falling into his eyes. Tom had heard someone in his family say that they were related distantly to the Potters, but he didn't know how he was related to the tiny First Year that sat down cockily on the stool with a smirk on his face as McGonagall dropped the Hat onto his head. He hoped they were not close enough that James knew about him because he did not want to have to haul around a First Year for the first half of his last year. He was hoping to get laid at some point, and it wasn't going to happen if he had to babysit.

"Gryffindor!"

Tom sneered and turned back around; vaguely noting his relative sat down beside the pretty red-haired Lily Evans and was stumbling in his words as he tried to talk to her. Marvolo shook his head and got up, going to find Hagrid and ask about his room so he could set up the cabinet before his friends came up. He didn't have time to wait for McGonagall, he was going to try and find some of that Muggle drug Crabbe spoke about. Something, Marvolo thought, it could be used for something other than money.