Over the summer Harry had survived a dementor attack, a trial and Voldemort's violent return. Most people refused to believe him, but it was all true. Harry was ready for things to calm down, but he would have no such luck.

At the start of the year banquet, Dumbledore stretched his wrinkled hand toward a girl who stood a head above the first years. She glided toward the wooden stool where had sat himself five years ago. "We have new student joint us this year. A fifth year transfer from the Salem Institute of Magic. Chloe Riddle."

Harry froze. His eyes following the back of the brown-haired girl, her black cloak billowing behind her like a dense and stormy fog.

"Did he just say?" Ron whispered to Hermione who was sitting to Ron's left.

"Yes, Ron." She elbowed him.

"Harry? Harry!" He could hear Ron calling his name beside him, but Harry's eyes transfixed on the girl… Chloe Riddle. How was it possible? Maybe her name was just a coincidence.

Riddle slowly ascended the steps and sat on the stool as all the first years had done. Harry's heart caught.

It was no coincidence.

Harry remembered Tom Riddle well from his second year. This girl was his spitting image. His female spitting image.

Her face as a pale as linen, her eyes unnaturally blue. Her chestnut hair fell in wavy curls just past her shoulders, framing her structured face and crimson lips.

Dumbledore placed the sorting hat on her head. The hat paused, arresting the room in a heavy silence.

"Slytherin," called the sorting hat.

No surprise there. Except… she didn't look particularly pleased. Riddle stood, descended the steps and walked to the Slytherin table. Malfoy looked up at her, a mischievous grin on his face, then scooted over. She squeezed in between him and Goyle.

Riddle and Malfoy. Together. Just what Harry didn't need.

People chattered nervously at the Gryffindor table for the rest of the start of school speeches. And an introduction of a Ministry official Harry remembered. She'd voted guilty at his trial.

Dolores Umbridge.

But his mind was on Chloe Riddle.

Stacks of breads and meats and all the goods that normally smelled so appetizing appeared on the tables, but Harry's stomach was churning. He couldn't eat.

"This is insane. How could Dumbledore let one of You-Know-Who's relatives into Hogwarts?" grumbled Ron as he shoveled some yams into his mouth. "And right after everything that happened last year. He's gone mad."

Harry remembered vividly what had happened last year. Voldemort killed Cedric Diggory. In cold blood. A horrifying memory that would never leave him

"I didn't even know You-Know-Who had children," said Hermione, but the puzzled look on her face said she was more disappointed that her books had failed her than that there were mini-Voldemorts running around.

"She looks-" Harry failed to complete his thought

"She looks what, Harry?" asked Hermione, leaning over Ron.

"Like him," said Ginny, from across the table. She had seen young Tom Riddle too, followed him into the pages of his diary. "You okay?" Her eyes met Harry's.

"I'll be fine. You?" Harry was not fine. He was pissed Dumbledore didn't tell him. Still, he didn't want anyone to know that.

Ginny nodded." But I'll have a good grip on my wand whenever she's around."

"No doubt," said Ron. "No doubt."

Harry sighed and stared at his empty plate. His gaze shifted to the Slytherins. Riddle wasn't eating either.


Chloe wasn't hungry anymore. She didn't like eating with people looking at her and everyone was looking at her. More like staring, leering, eye-groping. Still she couldn't help but stare back at one of them.

"Who's that?" she asked the blonde-haired boy next to her who had quickly introduced himself as 'Malfoy, Draco Malfoy'. She almost went for the obvious James Bond joke, but she knew the Malfoy name. He would have had no clue what she was talking about. Muggles and Malfoys didn't mix.

"Who?" replied Draco.

"Glasses, black hair, green eyes." Bronze frames that accentuated his brow, hair as dark and rich as raven feathers and eyes green as grass and leaves and everything alive.

"You mean Potter?"

Chloe stopped breathing. "Harry Potter?

"Yeah."

"Damn." He probably wanted to kill her. Or thought she wanted to kill him. But when she looked at Potter, killing him was the last thing on her mind.

"He's a prat." Draco rolled his eyes and took a sip from his goblet.

"Okay." She had no problem with Potter. She didn't even know him and from what her grandmother said, Potter did the world a service fourteen years ago when he defeated "Grandpa". Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And Grandma was just about as scorned as they came.

"Why haven't we ever met?" asked Draco.

"We have met. Five minutes ago, remember?"

"You know what I mean." He smiled, his left brow raised flirtatiously. She did know what he meant, but Chloe was not ready to get into her sordid family history with a perfect stranger.

"Not here I don't." Why couldn't she stop thinking about him? "Harry Potter. Huh." That was not meant to be said out loud.

"Draco Malfoy, actually." Draco laughed at his own joke, but Chloe just kept thinking about Potter and his damn green eyes.

Hey everybody. I've never shipped Harry with anyone in Rowling's actual world, but I always thought a Riddle/Potter relationship of some sort would be awesome. I kind of want to keep Chloe's past a bit of a mystery and build it over the course of the fic. Also, it will be in three parts fifth year through seventh year. It will deviate from the original plot a bit but I will try to keep the characters (that aren't mine, like Chloe Riddle) in character as much as I possibly can. Let me know what you think. Read and review :)

(also her name was originally Emma Riddle but I changed it so if I accidentally write Emma. Super sorry!)