Chapter one: Innocence
As young Tom Riddle started his fifth year several things were on his mind. Nothing related to blood purity or even salazar Slytherin. He was only concerned about his future. He wanted nothing more then to settle down and live a normal life. He knew he was anything but normal, yet he still craved the normality of a family. As he sat in the great hall watching the first years be sorted he would gently clap for the ones joining Slytherin. Tom Riddle was innocent to say the least. As one of the new first years wandered over to the table he followed with his eyes. They sat right next to Murtle. A small smile ran down his face. She was so sweet and gentle. He knew she could easily get upset, but she had always had good intentions. He hated how horribly she was treated in school. As he looked over at her he knew he could not look away. She saw him looking at her and glared. There was no doubt in his mind that she thought he was going to be cruel to her. It was just the opposite in reality. He only wanted to look at her beauty. He was soon forced to look away and conversate with others. After that he quickly ate his food and headed to his dorms to retire. He arrived in his dimly lit dorms. In the familiar green and silver tints everywhere. It was chilly and felt just like home. He walked to the bed he always used laid down and fell into sleep. The world seeming to spin as the beautiful mahogany wood and ivory colored wall slowly faded.
In his dream he could see her standing there. Her dark hair flowing down and her eyes wide and glossy as she looked up at him with admiration. Murtle his dream staring at him with adoring eyes. His voice deep and smooth "Murtle will you be mine?". There was no stutter or no pause in his voice as he spoke only the sound of confidence and conviction. She looked at him awe and immediately replied with a hasty yes. He swooped down and brought her into a passionate kiss. His hand place on her hip and the other gripping her hair. He thought to himself how it was to good to be true and how it must of been a dream. Even so he did not want to ruin the moment as he felt her soft lips against his. Still the moment was ruined as one of his dorm mates through a pillow at him. It was morning now and time for class. It was only a dream and he feared that it was all it was ever going to be. He sighed as he looked awkwardly down at himself and the knew predicament that had been caused between his legs. He then groaned at the thought that he would have to go to class like this and then prayed that nobody would take notice.