So, I've decided to write a Harry Potter fan-fiction. I have attempted several in the past, such as one where Harry had a twin sister (failed miserably), a Draco Malfoy romance (didn't get past writing chapter one), and countless Fred Weasley romances (one which I may take the idea and remodel it). I have taken a new outlook to write this fan-fiction, though. This fan-fiction is all about Tom Marvolo Riddle, the man who would soon become Lord Voldemort. However, this is about more than just him. This is about the only person he ever cared about, and how that person almost sacrificed everything for him.

The title is subject to change, for I feel that 'The Girl Who Charmed Tom Riddle' isn't that creative at all. I may edit the entire series once I finish, too. I already have the first three chapters done, but I wanted to post this to obtain some feedback, because that's how I always am.

I'm going to stop rambling now, and let you enjoy the first chapter ^.^

"Miss Amilae," I heard a voice interrupt my sleep and my mind awoke.

"Miss Amilae," the dreary voice called me again when I didn't open my eyes or sit up.

"Nagini," another voice said and nudged me with her elbow.

I opened my aquamarine eyes lazily and slowly lifted my head. "Mm, yes, Professor Harolds?" I addressed my Ancient Runes teacher as I looked around the classroom. The Hufflepuff girl sitting next to me fought the urge to laugh. This wasn't the first time Allison Reinhold had to wake me up during class. All of my classmates were looking at me, in the center of the room. They were looking at me, their fellow fourth year, who held a new record for amount of times to fall asleep in class in just one term. It was only a month into the school year.

"I asked if you cared to tell me the origin of this rune," Professor Harolds, a tall and scrawny man, pointed at a foreign symbol that he had drawn on the board during his lecture, which I had fallen asleep during.

I looked down at my opened Rune Dictionary and scanned the page of symbols. I sighed, "Honestly, I don't really care to tell you, however…" I found the symbol with it's origin listed adjacent to it on the page. "…I will. That symbol would be from the early Roman wizards dated 421 BC. It was found on each of the columns decorated around the first amphitheatre."

"Correct," Professor Harolds nodded without enthusiasm. As he drowned on about it's meaning, I wondered why I bothered to sign up for this course.

I began to play with the ring on my right ring finger. I took it off and examined it for the millionth time in my life. It had a bronze band and a dark blue ruby fitted perfectly on the band. I looked through the semi-transparent ruby and saw the extremely familiar eagle staring back at me. Taking my eyes off the ring, I looked around the classroom nervously, and then placed the ring back on it's respective finger.

My eyes went back to wandering around the room. The class consisted mostly of my fellow Ravenclaw peers, but also a couple Hufflepuffs, like Allison, a handful of Gryffindors, and several Slytherins. I counted them. Two Hufflepuff girls, four Gryffindors; one boy and three girls, and six Slytherins; four boys and two girls. There was a total of eleven Ravenclaws students; six boys and five girls. Obviously, Ancient Runes is considered a very academic, and therefore boring, class. That explains why so many Ravenclaw students signed up, but not why the least motivated and laziest Ravenclaw did.

I placed my elbow on my desk and leaned my face against the palm of hand. My hand pressed my cheek into my face and made my it look foolish. I gazed across the room at one of the Slytherin boys. He had jet black hair and a pale complexion. This Slytherin boy was probably the only one I could tolerate to be around, for all the other Slytherins were, simply put, assholes.

He was looking at me with his dark eyes. Once our eyes met he smirked, looked down and laughed, then looked at me again and smiled. I smiled back at him.

Slowly, I lifted my head away from my hand and ran my fingers through my short, dark-brown hair. When I felt the headband that held back my bangs, I took it out and shook my head to move around my hair. I continued combing my hair with my dainty fingers, and finally repositioned my navy blue headband.

"That is all for today, class," Professor Harolds proclaimed apathetically and turned his attention to his desk.

I gathered the several books I had for Ancient Runes and a few notes from the class. I made a face when I thought about how much money had been spent on these books when I dreaded the class. Allison noticed my annoyed expression and laughed. "Nagini, could you tell me why you bother with this class?"

I sighed, "I really don't know."

Allison giggled. "With your attitude, it's a wonder to think you're a descendant of Ravenclaw herself."

I laughed and spoke with irony in my voice. "Mm, Yes. I, Nagini Rowena Amilae, with the wit and beauty of my famous ancestor, should be a diligent and hardworking student like Hogwarts has never seen." I couldn't finish without laughing in between words. Allison joined me.

"I do not think that supported the idea of me taking this class…" I finally said.

"So much trouble for a class you don't even like?" my Slytherin friend appeared in front of my desk.

"Tom, could you remind me why I decided to take this course?" I asked rhetorically.

Tom gave me one of his boyish smirks. "It's obvious, my dear Nagini. You knew I was taking the course," he explained.

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "You wish, Riddle." Tom smirked back at me and looked into my eyes. There was a moment of intensity between us which spread throughout the emptying classroom.

"Um, Nagini," Allison interrupted us nervously, "We told Professor Dumbledore that we would get to class early, remember?"

I broke my gaze away from Tom and looked at the brown-haired girl. Blinking and shaking my head, I remembered what she was talking about. "Yes, I forgot," I breathed. I turned back to look at Tom, but he was already gone.

Professor Dumbledore was my absolute favorite teacher at Hogwarts. Ever since my first Transfiguration class, he had always had this happy, alluring glow about him. For the past few years, Allison and I had come up with some of the smallest excuses to merely spend time with him. Now, we practically gossiped with him. He had become more of a friend to us, rather than a teacher… A mentor, if you will.

When we walked into the classroom, Minerva McGonagall, the dark haired Gryffindor Prefect, was conversing with the professor. When Dumbledore saw Allison and I enter, he broke away from the conversation and greeted us.

"Ah, Miss Amilae. Miss Reinhold. Come in, come in," he gestured amiably.

Allison and I stepped forward into the classroom and put our stuff down at our seats. "Good morning, Professor Dumbledore," I greeted him cheerfully with a smile.

"Good morning, Miss Amilae," Dumbledore nodded towards me.

"Professor, I need to get going now. We're holding a Quidditch practice for everyone who has a free period. I'll see you this afternoon," Minerva said as she picked up her books.

"Good bye, Minerva. Enjoy Quidditch," Dumbledore bade goodbye, smiling.

"Ravenclaw is still going to beat you on Friday!" I jeered at her, in the nicest way possible. She looked back and laughed, shaking her head.

After Minerva exited the room, Allison opened her mouth at once. "Professor, you know Tom Riddle, right?" she asked with curiosity in her voice. Once she spoke his name, I became even more interested in the conversation. What was she getting at?

"Of course," Dumbledore spoke collectively, yet I felt like there was a sudden change in his mood underneath his gentle guise.

"Well," Allison pressed on, "I think our friend Nagini fancies him!" She let out a laugh. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. Dumbledore laughed lightly and his eyes scanned over to me.

I looked from Allison to my professor and exchanged glances between the two before I said anything. It took me a while to find my words, for I really did not know what to say. I finally spoke. "No?" I said meekly.

Allison put her hands on her hips. "You're the only female he actually engages in conversation with, you know. Every single Slytherin girl practically drools over him. I, on the contrary, think he is rather strange… He actually makes me nervous, sometimes… Although he has such a charming voice… " Allison trailed off.

Dumbledore broke her off and began to speak., "Tom Riddle is a boy of little friends-" I soon interrupted him, however.

"Wait, I thought we were talking about me liking him, Allison?" I asked when it finally registered that her reasoning did not support her accusation.

Allison made an exasperated sort of hand motion. "You know what I mean. You two fancy each other!" She proclaimed it again. I sighed, and was about to speak, when Dumbledore held up a hand.

"Tom Riddle does not have many friends," he began again, "So, if you two are fond of one another, act on it. I'm sure he is quite lonely."

I gave Dumbledore a displeased look. "I said that I don't like him, Professor," I reminded him.

Dumbledore chuckled and his blue eyes twinkled. "Of course," he said softly, and slightly sarcastically.

"Tom has friends," Allison said suddenly, "Avery, Lestrange, Rosier-" She began listing the names of the boys whom Tom was always surrounded by. Although, it seemed more like they were more with him than he was with them.

Allison cut herself off, for students started filing into the classroom. One of the first of them being the boy in question, followed by two of his "gang members." He took his typical seat behind me, while Avery and Rosier took seats next to and behind him, respectively. They were in conversation, although Tom didn't seem too interested. He merely nodded along with them, his eyes glancing around the room.

I was at the front of the classroom next to Dumbledore's desk. Allison and Dumbledore had begun talking again next to me. I was uninterested in their conversation, as I was studying Tom. His glance finally met mine. This always seemed to happen.

I noticed that Allison had taken her seat and Dumbledore went to his office. This left me alone at the front of the classroom. As I advanced toward my seat next to Allison, Avery addressed Tom.

"Riddle, why do we always sit here? I'm tired of looking at this Mudblood's head all day."

That was the first time I had ever heard anyone call Allison that derogatory word in front of her. Tears began to form in her eyes. Allison looked down at her desk and her hands fidgeted on her lap.

My eyes widened and I glared at Avery, who was smirking. I looked over at Rosier, who shared Avery's same smart-ass look, and then I looked at Tom. He was smirking, aswell, but seemed aloof and wasn't looking at either of them. I lingered my eyes on him, and I knew he could feel my glare burning the side of his face. He finally turned his head and faced me. His expression seemed somewhat torn. I breathed out fiercely and sat in my seat, seeing how I couldn't bare to look at a pure-blood git or a boy that I couldn't understand. I wondered why Dumbledore hadn't come out of his office to start class yet.

I glanced at Allison next to me, obviously still upset, and then peered at the two Slytherin boys behind me from the corner of my eye.

Avery spoke again. "What, Riddle? Do you fancy Miss Ravenclaw or something?" he laughed and then looked over at me, "She may be the descendent of Ravenclaw herself, but look at the pathetic people she associates with."

Allison began to sob. I nearly jumped out of my seat and drew my wand. Pointing it at Avery's throat, I could see the shock and fear in his eyes.

"You filthy scum!" I shouted, "I am so sick of you pure-bloods thinking that you're some sort of royalty. You have no right, absolutely no right, to refer to those of different birth in such a degrading manner." Every word that I spoke was filled with intense rage and meaning.

Every pair of eyes in the room were on me and Avery. The Slytherins were either laughing at my words or making disgusted looks towards me. The Gryffindors in the class were almost all cheering for me. Hufflepuffs seemed slightly scared, and disapproving, but sympathetic towards their housemate. My fellow Ravenclaws seemed afraid that my actions would get us more points deducted.

"Although you are right, Miss Amilae, you have no right to point your wand at another student," a civil voice spoke softly from the front of the room. Dumbledore had finally emerged from his office and had seen the latter of the incident.

I lowered my wand and turned around to look at him. "I'm sorry professor…" I mumbled, ashamed of my behavior. I wasn't ashamed of standing up for Allison, I was merely ashamed of being caught.

"I think the two of you should go to Professor Dippet's office and sort out this quarrel, don't you agree?" Dumbledore said casually.

I sighed and gathered my things off of my desk. I smiled at Allison, who seemed considerably less upset, and she returned my smile along with a look of apology. She shouldn't feel sorry, however, because her parents are not anything she should be ashamed of. One does not have the luxury of choosing their parents.

Avery had already exited the room, causing a ruckus from the moment he angrily packed up his books to the moment he stomped out the door. Before heading out the door myself, I looked at Tom one more time. He was gazing at me with inquisitiveness in his deep dark eyes. If I looked into them a moment longer than I did, I probably would have shivered.

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