Summary:

"I hate him. I really hate him," she spat viciously because she really did hate him. Tom Riddle that is. Adeliz Burke was the only one who saw him for who he was. Everyone else was completely infatuated with his charm, but why wouldn't they be? He was handsome, smart, funny, and charismatic; even she had to admit that. "Tom Riddle is a two-faced dog," she muttered. Of course she was no saint either.


Two-Faced Dogs
Prologue
"
I must not tell lies"


October 2, 1941


I must not tell lies. I must not tell lies. Imustnottelllies.

Adeliz hand was beginning to cramp from holding her quill a bit too long. She had been writing the same sentence over again and again on a sheet of parchment. It was rounding on number eight hundred and sixteen that her fingers had sprawled the loopy cursive pattern. She barely even comprehended the words anymore having let her mind wander after the first five minutes.

This was all his fault, that impeccable Tom Riddle.

"Oh merlin how I hate him," she hissed digging the quill deeper into the page. Now normally Adeliz Burke did not use words as strong as hate. She disliked everyone equally, whether they are pure-blood, half blood, or mudbloods. But Tom Riddle was the exception. He was the only one she had ever associated the word hate with.

It all started during her first year at Hogwarts. She had been unfortunate enough to get stuck in a train car with the self-righteous git. In the first five seconds it became painfully obvious that neither of them would become friends. Especially when the first words out of his mouth was, "Close the door. You're letting all the cold air in." From that moment on she knew that she hated him and that hate only grew with each passing day.

Now five years have passed and both Tom and Adeliz had remained sworn rivals. It certainly didn't help that they were sorted into Slytherin house and became Prefects and had all their classes together where they were both unfortunate enough to be seatmates. It also didn't help that Adeliz one and only friend was completely obsessed with Tom Riddle and spent half her time gushing about his supposed 'hotness'. Nor did it help when Adeliz and Tom inevitably butted heads in class the teachers would take his side.

All of this of course led up to the reason why she was in detention now because it was ironic if you thought about it. Here she was sitting in at a particularly tiny desk in an uncomfortable chair that was unleveled so she had to balance precariously while she wrote out the sentence: I must not tell lies. It was laughable really because it was speaking the truth that got her here to begin with.

"I beg your pardon Miss Burke," Slughorn stuttered outraged, "What are you implying?"

"I'm implying that you grade based on who you most like not on who has the most skill," Adeliz answered back. Her voice was steady almost too steady. She was the picture of nonchalance as she addressed her potions teacher, Mr. Slughorn.

"Miss Burke you don't know what you're saying. To imply that I do not grade fairly is quite an accusation. I do not tyrannize my students according to my own personal opinions," he rebuked.

"I'm afraid you misunderstood me professor. I did not mean to offend and I also did not use the word tyrannize. I only meant to say that you grade on a curve."

Slughorn floundered for a moment before he launched into another argument, "You mean to say I differentiate my student and the ones that I favor get more opportunities?"

"That's putting it kindly, but yes."

Adeliz laughed as she replayed the conversation over in her head. She didn't actually know how it had started or what she had said to begin it. The one thing she knew for sure that is was most certainly Tom Riddle's fault. If he hadn't made that snide remark about how some students were smarter than others (mainly pertaining to her and him) then she wouldn't have snapped.

"Okay Miss Burke," Slughorn's voice brought snapped the girl back to the present, "you can put down your quill." Adeliz breathed a sigh of relief and dropped the quill on the paper without any regard if it fell on the floor. She clenched and unclenched her hand several times to help ease the soreness. That had been the longest four hours of her life. "Tell me what you've learned Miss Burke," Slughorn requested.

'Not to speak my mind,' she was half tempted to say those words out loud, but thought better of it. "I must not tell lies," she answered grudgingly repeating the sentence that was sprawled all over her paper.

Slughorn nodded accepting her answer, "You're free to go." She wasted no time standing up from her seat and heading out the door. She had missed dinner and she was late for patrols, again. Tom was already annoyed at her for well, being her. To be perfectly blunt she didn't know how she ended up as a House Prefect. She was the least likely candidate for the job, unlike Tom. Perhaps that was the reason why she hated him so much as he was the epitome of everything she was supposed to be, everything her parents expected her to be.

He reminded her that she was a disappointment and she hated him for it.

As Adeliz rounded the corner she slowed to a respectable walking pace. It was only a few more steps before she came face to face with the sight of Tom Riddle. She fought to keep her face neutral as she neared him. Leaning up against one of the stone walls with his arms crossed across his chest and his eyes closed in an almost peaceful expression she was able to see why the other girls swooned over him. He was handsome. His dark raven hair fell in such a way that it just made you want to run your fingers through it. It didn't hurt that his features were almost perfectly symmetrical and angular and chiseled with a creamy pale skin tone that made her wonder if he was actually carved from stone. It would be fitting if he was, it would certainly match his heart.

"How was detention?" He asked cordially. There was a slight mocking tone to his words that only she could hear.

"It was fine."

Tom opened his eyes and regarded her thoughtfully. "I already did patrols without you," he informed her, "You took too long to get here."

Adeliz ground her teeth together in annoyance. 'Of course he decided to tell me this only after I dashed across the school. What an arse,' she glared. "Great," she attempted to sound enthusiastic, although it fell flat. Tom's lips quirked up ever so slightly in response. 'Stupid tosser,' she almost muttered.

"Well I'll just head off to bed then," she yawned, "goodnight Riddle." She fought the urge to add anything to it as she turned swiftly on her feet and headed back to the Slytherin dorm. She didn't ask why he was waiting for her or why he was still up at that time. She didn't necessarily care.

"Tom Riddle is a two-faced dog," she muttered because she must not tell lies and the truth of the matter was she hated Tom Riddle. She would always hate him, nothing would ever change that. They say there's a thin line between love and hate, but Adeliz believed there was an even thinner between her and Tom. After all it took a two-faced dog to know a two-faced dog.


Author's Note:

This was just a little taste for an idea of a story that I have. Tell me what you think and if you want me to continue. Constructive Criticism is encouraged and appreciated.