**I did SO much research before writing this. It was all done on the students during Tom Riddle's years in Hogwarts. I tried very hard to match up the dates, and I think I did a relatively good job. One thing though, students like Mulciber, Lestrange, Avery, Nott, and Rosier I had to give first names to, only because none was listed on the sites. Lestrange I simply gave him the name of Rabastan, which makes sense since the Rabastan in HP time could have been named after his grandfather (or was it great granfather...?) Anyways! I really enjoyed writing this first chapter, and I can't wait to write more, but it's almost 5 in the morning and I need sleep. Anywho, the first few chapters will be a sort of... 'summary' for the first few years in Hogwarts, up until the crucial year. I really hope you enjoy it! Please, please tell me what you think!**

The summer before Rosalina Carlisle-Ainsworth's first year at Hogwarts was filled with busy days and busy nights. Her family was very well known and very wealthy- in the Muggle World and in the Wizarading World. The Carlisles- her father's side- were Pureblood entrepreneurs, taking their business adventures into the Muggle World after having seen their success in the Wizarding World, and quickly established a name for themselves. The Ainsworths- her mother's side- stayed strictly in the Wizarding World due to their Pureblood views on Muggles until Rosalina's grandmother ventured off into the writing career and established a stronghold for her children and grandchildren in the Muggle World.

Rosalina's father, Vincent, came from old money, and raised his daughter to be a perfect, proper girl. When he attended Hogwarts, he was sorted in Ravenclaw and graduated top of his class. Her mother, Caitria, was a beautiful Irish woman and always, strictly told her daughter about the evils of Muggles, and the disgusting Mudbloods, Blood Traitors, and Halfbloods, and how to not associate with them. She was-obviously- in Slytherin during her days in Hogwarts. Now her father was busy with his business adventures, and her mother was a model and writer for the Daily Prophet.

Rosalina's days before Hogwarts were spent attending literature, piano, history, potions, and violin lessons. There were days when her parents would take her to one of their fellow Purebloods' home and she'd play with the children, or sit and listen to the adults talk. Her nights were either spent curled in bed reading, or going to galas with her parents.

When the letter had arrived from Hogwarts, Rosalina was thrilled, immediately wanting to go to the Malfoy's so she could tell Abraxas- her childhood friend- that she was finally going to attend Hogwarts with him.

Most of her friends were a year or two older than her, but Rosalina didn't mind. Abraxas was her closest friend, and she adored the older boy like he was her brother.

Sitting atop her trunk, beaming brightly, Rosalina looked up at her mother, "Mummy, when are we to leave? I want to sit with Abraxas and his friends on the train!"

"Be patient, Rose. You'll see Abraxas soon, and I'm sure he'll save you a seat in his compartment." Caitria's rich accent filled the room as she was rearranging the flowers in a vase before her.

Roaslina huffed and slouched, glaring at the floor before her. If they didn't leave soon, she wouldn't be able to sit with Abraxas, and if she wasn't able to sit with him she may have to sit with… with a Mudblood. Or even a Halfblood or Blood Traitor!

"Rosalina! Respectable girls do not slouch!"

"Yes, Daddy!" Rosalina straightened up immediately as her father stepped in the room, his dark eyes criticizing her. "Well, we best be off. You don't want to miss the train, now do you, dear?"

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"Oh, Abraxas! I'm just so exicted!"

Rosalina was practically bouncing up and down in her seat as she sat across from the blonde boy. Another boy was in the compartment with them, and his name was Rabastan Lestrange. He was a third year, where Abraxas was a second year. Both boys were in Slytherin, and Rosalina hoped and prayed to Merlin she would be in Slytherin too. Lestrange was a very nice and funny boy, and she was fond of him already.

Abraxas laughed, smiling at the girl across from him, "I know you are, Rosalina. You'll love it, whoever doesn't is just fooling themselves. Just remember. Don't bother with the Gryffindors. They're a lot of idiots who will try to take advantage of you, my petal."

Rosalina let out a soft giggle, her finger twirling her brilliant blonde hair as a blush began to rise to her cheeks.

"Oh, Tom, there you are."

Looking up when she heard Lestrange's voice, Rosalina's blush seemed to heat her cheeks even more as she saw another boy walk into the compartment and sit beside Abraxas.

The boy- Tom was it?- was very handsome, and Abraxas seemed to pale in comparison to this boy. The way his black hair was slicked perfectly, parted to the side. The way his dark chocolate eyes looked at Rabastan before looking at Rosalina herself. The way his Slytherin robes seemed to be so neatly pressed and perfectly draped over his body. The way his pretty pink lips moved as he talked…

"Oi, Rosey, you okay? Tom was talking to you."

Rosalina jumped, feeling Abraxas touch her knee. "Oh! Oh, sorry, I sort of… spaced. Sorry!" Her blush returned, staining her perfect porcelain cheeks pink.

A sort of smirk tugged at the corner of Tom's lips as he looked at the younger girl before him. "I asked you who you were, little girl."

Little girl? Who did this boy think he was?! Obviously we wasn't a wealthy Pureblood, seeing as how she had never met him once in her life. And besides, what kind of name was Tom? It was boring! He had no right to address her in such a way. Daddy will surely hear about this…

"I don't believe I should introduce myself to you because you are rude, and do not know how to address a proper lady." Rosalina said sharply, sticking her nose in the air and turning her angry eyes away from him.

A snort sounded in front of her, and she glared at Abraxas as he struggled not to laugh.

"Oh, trust me. I do know how to address a proper lady, but since I do not see one here I have no reason to."

Rosalina's blonde curls snapped in his direction, her eyes fiery as she glared at him. "What are you? A Halfblood? Or are you a Mudblood? Sorry, but I do not associate myself with either. My blood is too pure for me to waste my time!" She was red in the face with anger as she saw how her words did not affect him. Quite the opposite really, he just smirked!

"You have quite the temper don't you, little girl?"

"Abraxas, why are you allowing him to sit so close to you? You may get germs."

Abraxas was leaning back in his seat, a very amused look on his face as he watched his little petal get all flustered and frustrated at his mate. Lestrange also had the same look on his face as he watched the two.

"You boys are so… Ugh!"

Rosalina stomped her foot and crossed her arms over her chest. Her eyes were glaring out the window when she heard the Tom boy speak again, "My, my, you are quite the spoiled little brat, aren't you?"

"Alright, Tom. I think that's enough." Abraxas said with a chuckle. "Rose, just tell him your name."

Steel grey eyes flicked to Abraxas defiantly, then back out the window again.

Leaning forwards, Abraxas gently touched her knee, "For me, my petal?"

Rosalina blushed as she looked down at his hand, then reluctantly looked at the boy named Tom. "How do you do? My name is Rosalina."

Tom eyed her, his dark brown eyes slowly looking over her face before looking back into her grey eyes, "I like Lina better. I'm Tom Riddle."

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"Rosalina Carlisle-Ainsworth."

Rosalina blushed as she heard the murmurs arise as Professor Dumbledore read her name off the parchment in his hand. She knew people were either recognizing her name, or gossiping about how long it was.

"U-Um… I prefer to go by Ainsworth." She muttered as she walked up to the Sorting Hat.

Dumbledore smiled down at her, his blue eyes twinkling with light, before placing the hat on her head.

"Well, well. Quite the brain we have here. Not necessarily in intellect, but your personalities. How conflicting they are. You harbor many traits, and find it hard to control them at times. Very impulsive indeed, but very brave. However, Gryffindor will not suit you. No, no. You're very loyal to yourself, aren't you? Very seldom do you put your loyalty in anyone else, so Hufflepuff is a no. You're not the brightest witch, but I do sense a very strong intellect in certain aspects of magic, and outside of magic too. Yes, Ravenclaw will do you well."

Rosalina began to panic. Ravenclaw? No. She just couldn't be sorted in Ravenclaw. No, not Ravenclaw. My life will be ruined… so, so ruined. Mummy will hate me, Daddy will expect so much from me… I'll go mad!

"Mad, you say?" Rosalina gasped upon hearing the hat respond to her thoughts, "I can see it here, in your head, that Ravenclaw is the place for you. Now Slytherin, that is the house that will destroy you. You will be seduced by those around you, wanting to be just like them. No, no, Ravenclaw is for you, my dear."

Please, please, please, not Ravenclaw. I'll be miserable. I'll go mad!

"In the end, child, it is your fate. I decide that fate for you…"

Rosalina was near tears. If she was placed in Ravenclaw, she'd be around Mudbloods and Halfbloods and Blood Traitors. She wouldn't be around her friends, her fellow Purebloods. She'd be letting her mother down and giving her father a reason as to expect high marks from her. No… if she's placed in Ravenclaw she'd… she'd…

"SLYTHERIN!"

Rosalina gasped, her eyes widening as she heard the Sorting Hat shout where he was sorting her. A large smile appeared on her face as she felt Dumbledore pull the hat off her head, and she jumped down off the stool and ran to the Slytherin Table.

The applause around her was barely heard as she sat beside Tom Riddle. She smiled across the table at Abraxas, and when she glanced at Tom she saw him smirking at her.

"Well done. You're in the right house, Ainsworth." He spoke in a low, quiet tone to her. "I can see so much happening now that you're here."

Rosalina blushed before turning her head away from him, "I don't speak to anyone who isn't a Pureblood." Her eyes fell onto Dumbledore as he placed the hat on another students head. His eyes met hers, and she saw the twinkling blue light fade as he looked upon her with worry.

*.*

At the request of her father, and after taking exams, Rosalina was taking second year Potions and History of Magic. Normally, it was not something done, but after Headmaster Dippet tested Rosalina, he allowed her to take Potions and History of Magic with the Second Years instead of being with her fellow First Years.

It was already a month into the term, and Rosalina couldn't be happier. She's made new friends; Alphard Black- a First Year boy who always looked unkempt but excelled in his Charms class, Orman Mulciber- a quiet, bookworm of a boy in his First Year who only really opened up when he was just with Slytherins, and Walburga Black- Alphard's older sister in her Second Year were among her closest friends. She had met them all before, but never talked to them before attending Hogwarts.

Rosalina was quick to learn that Walburga was a bully, but only towards those who truly deserved it. She tormented the Mudbloods and Bloodtraitors, and she always reeked havoc on the Gryffindors. Rosalina would join in on occasion, but whenever someone told on her, the adults never believed them.

Rosalina portrayed a sweet, pure, innocent girl to her professors. She already was becoming Slughorn's second favorite- his favorite being the Riddle boy. All of her professors, even ones she didn't have, adored her and thought that she couldn't hurt a fly. Rosalina couldn't mock them more if she tried.

Around her fellow Slytherins, she was herself. Her pompous, malicious, devious self. She was beautifully wonderful in the eyes of the Slytherins. Everyone in Slytherin knew who Rosalina Ainsworth was, what she was capable of, and the fact that she was truly sweet to those close to her. Even those she didn't know she was nice to, until she found out their blood wasn't pure, or they crossed her some way.

Really, Rosalina wasn't that terrible of person, she was nice when she wanted to be, but she was the very epitome of a Slytherin student.

Rosalina was running late to Potions, and it was a double Potions day, meaning she'd get in even more trouble. She had yet to be late since classes started, and now as she ran down the empty halls, heart pounding, Rosalina was fighting back tears.

She burst through the doors, huffing as she stood back at the door. A blush burned her cheeks as everyone's heads turned towards her.

"Miss, Ainsworth. Lovely for you to join us." Slughorn smiled at her, winking as if tell her she wouldn't be punished.

"Sorry… I was in the library returning a book." She shyly walked over to the group of students, standing at the back. Her small form was hidden by the slightly taller Second Years.

"Right, where was I? Ah, yes. You will be brewing the Alihosty Draught and directions will be found on page thirty-three of your textbooks. You have the remainder of the class to produce a perfect Draught. You know your partners, now off you go!"

Rosalina stood awkwardly as the other students hurried to their stations. Partners? They hadn't been assigned partners…

"You're my partner, Ainsworth."

Her grey eyes glared up at Riddle as he stood in front of her. "I most certainly will not work with you, Riddle."

"Why? Afraid to admit I'm far more skilled at brewing potions than you are?" Riddle's signature smirk quirked his lips up.

"Oh, shut up, Riddle." Rosalina stormed off to the supply cabinet, already knowing what to get since she's made the Alihosty Draught before.

After juggling the ingredient in her arms, she walked over to the station that Riddle was waiting at. Carefully she set down each jar, each vial on the wood surface and quickly began telling Riddle what was to be done.

"I know, Ainsworth. I've brewed this potion before."

The two worked in silence until their Draught was done, and after Slughorn tested the Draught on a willing student, he deemed it perfect.

"Well done, Tom. And well done Miss Rosalina! Two perfect pupils!"

Rosalina blushed and smiled proudly. The hairs on her neck stood up as she heard Riddle whisper to her, "I still like Lina better."

*.*

"All alone in the library, Ainsworth?"

Rosalina looked up at the person with such a silky smooth voice. She never really noticed before… but Riddle was tall for his age. He loomed over her as she sat down, his dark eyes looking down at her.

"That's sort of the point of a library, Riddle. To be alone and study. Now, if you don't mind I don't want to associate with a filthy Halfblood unless absolutely necessary." Her eyes glanced back down at the book before her, and soon gasped as the book was ripped from her hands.

Rosalina's grey eyes snapped up, and she whimpered upon seeing Riddle pointing his wand at her, leaning down with one hand resting on the arm of her chair.

"Listen to me, Ainsworth, you should do well to learn more about those who you call filthy. You may come from a strong pureblood family, but the blood of Salazar Slytherin runs through my veins. I am more pure than you. If anyone is filthy, it is you." Riddle hissed into her face, his wand dug into her chin.

Rosalina's eye were wide with fear. Was he being honest? Was he truly an heir of Salazar Slytherin? He sure did have the black hair and dark eyes…

Would he hurt her? She was always taught to not draw your wand unless you have full intentions on using it. What was he going to do to her?

"Get away fro-"

"It's time I taught you a lesson, Ainsworth." His eyes seemed to flash red with sick pleasure as he glared down at her shaking form. A sick smirk stretched his lips, "Silencio. Crucio."

Rosalina's body erupted in excruciating pain, her mouth wide open in a silent scream. Her body thrashed and kicked in the chair, pinned down by Riddle. The pain was too much, too much. Tears spilled freely from her eyes that were squeezed shut. Never has Rosalina experience such pain.

She mouthing screamed words to him, silently begging him to stop.

The pain ended abruptly, but she still experienced painful tremors. A sob left her lips, and she looked up at him, tears staining her face, "H-How could you? You heartle-"

"Crucio."

A scream began to leave her lips, but was smothered by his hand as he pressed it roughly against her mouth.

Rosalina didn't know what scared her more. The fact that he had used an Unforgivable… or the sadistic enjoyment that shone in his red tinted eyes.

He lifted the curse, and leaned down close to her, his voice hissing in her ear, "Know this, Ainsworth. You're pathetic mocking of my blood will end tonight. I am above you, and you're nothing but a stuck-up Pureblood. If you chose to stay by my side, you can expect great things from yourself. If you chose to be my adversary, you will experience worse pain than you have just felt."

His thin, long finger ran across her cheek, collected the tears. She watched as Riddle raised his finger to his mouth, his tongue slithering out from between his lips and licking the wetness from his finger.

Rosalina shivered in terror as his eyes rose to hers, their sadistic glint devouring her. She looked away, not wanting those piercing dark eyes to devour her anymore. When she dared to look back, Riddle was gone, and she was alone once more…

*.*

Rosalina was seated between Acton Nott and Abraxas at dinner. The events that had taken place in the library hours ago no longer haunted her. Her eyes fell upon Riddle as he sat across from her, reading and slowly eating. His eyes rose from the book in his hand and connected with her. Rosalina felt her lips turn up in a smirk, and soon Riddle's lips matched her.

"Ah, Miss Ainsworth."

Rosalina tilted her head to the side, raising an eyebrow to Riddle before turning her attention to Professor Dumbledore as he stood behind her. Before she turned, however, she caught sight of Riddle's smirk taking a slightly darker twist.

"Professor?"

"I was wondering if you had that essay that was due yesterday. I gave you an extension till dinner today, and well, it's dinnertime."

"Really, Professor? I truly had no idea." Rosalina could sense the smirk on Riddle's lips.

Dumbledore looked slightly taken aback by her response, "… You do realize you will receive a failing mark for the essay, and I will have to give you detention, Miss Rosalina."

"Oh, I understand perfectly, Professor." Rosalina turned back to the table, but looked over her shoulder at Dumbledore as we began to walk, "And Professor, it's Lina."

**This story is going to explain how Tom became so hatful towards Muggles and the blood impurities. It may not be explained in this chapter, but it will very soon.**