Tom Riddle-simply saying that name gives me goosebumps. I'm not worthy to look at him, yet I cannot have enough. His dark hair, darker eyes, and the sheer will that lives behind them is too intoxicating, too thrilling to ignore. I've watched him ever since I came to Hogwarts, just like every other girl my age. As the years passed by, though, THEY stopped. They no longer felt that strange and passionate energy that emanates so clearly from him, no longer seemed to care. I still feel it though, and I still care-more now than ever. He's so strong, powerful, and mysterious. Sometimes I imagine what it would be like if he knew what I felt. It makes me shiver, to tell the honest truth. Just imagining his eyes on me, for me to know my name is running through his mind, my face within his thoughts . . .it's too much to bear. I don't think I could survive being put up upon that sort of pedestal, much less deserve it. He's so far beyond where I am, and where I will ever be. He's everything-absolutely everything to me, even though I'm nothing to him. He doesn't even know I'm alive, but he's the reason I breathe. My friends tell me that I should really give up on this 'school girl crush'. They say that he's way out of my league, and that I'm obsessed. Maybe I am, but they don't understand-not at all. He's otherworldly-a darker sort of angel. He's absolutely perfect, with his cool demeanor and his dry sense of humor. I don't think I could live with him knowing how I feel-I'd kill myself first. Don't think I make that threat lightly. I know spells that would do the trick quite nicely. For now, though, I'll watch. I'll watch his dark, beautiful form, and listen to his smooth, entrancing voice. He can never know what I truly feel . . . never.