"Marcy, do not be frightened. You will indisputably be in Slytherin!" her mother reassured her. This was little Marcy Notts' first year entering Hogwarts school of Witch Craft and Wizardry.

"She won't be put into Slytherin. Her heart is not in the right place" her sister spat.

"Eloise! Quiet yourself. Marcy will be put into Slytherin, it is in her blood" her father voiced.

Out of the entire Nott family, Marcy's Father, Theodore, was the kindest. What her sister says is true, young Marcy Nott was far too kind and good hearted to be put into the Slytherin house, but her ambitions were great, she was cunning and clever. As well she was tricky and her lineage was strong. On platform 9 and ¾ the Nott family boarded their youngest child on the train, with her elder siblings, Eloise and Gibbon. Eloise was a bright fifth year student and prefect also Gibbon was a sixth year with astonishing potions know-how. They boarded the Hogwarts express together when Eloise turned on her young sister.

"You are a first year student, and with that, I suggest you find a cabin in the first year section! Run along!"

Marcy sulked and turned away. She shuffled through the aisles until she found the 25th cabin, with a boy that looked to be her age sitting alone looking out the window into the raining scenery. He had jet black hair and when he turned to see Marcy, she noticed his gray-blue eyes.

"May I sit with you?" she voiced smiling. The boy shrugged

"If you must…" he said. Marcy took that as an okay and sat across from him.

"I'm Marcy Nott" she squeaked "what is your name?"

"Tom Riddle." He said with a faint smile.

They both talked and talked about their home and Marcy learned he resided in a muggle orphanage. She found the muggle lifestyle mesmerizing as he told her about the outlandish foods they ate and toys they play with. She shared equally intriguing information about the Wizarding world.

"We learn magic and all different ways to utilize it. But when we get there we will be sorted into our houses. My family says that I will be put into Slytherin because of our lineage but my sister thinks otherwise, she is expecting Hufflepuff. I hope she's wrong." Marcy said with a frown.

"I hope we're in the same house" Tom spoke with a smile. This was Marcy's first friend and she was very excited about it. Once they were out on the Hogwarts grounds they entered the extraordinary castle. The students were led to a room filled with tables and older students. A woman spoke in a calm reassuring voice telling them the rules and what to do and then, the sorting began. Students were called and each time the hat called out their house name, the house table would yell with excitement. Marcy stood patiently next to Tom for her name to be called.

"Marcy Nott" the woman called out. Butterflies shot through her stomach. She marched right up to the stool and sat down. The woman placed the hat on her head. Marcy sit there for five minutes until the hat at last spoke to her.

"You are complicated and difficult to place. But I see great achievements in Ravenclaw or maybe even Gryffindor…" Marcy shuddered as her heart sank.

"But of course there is Slytherin" Marcy wanted to scream yes! Slytherin! Please! "Ah yes, Slytherin. You would attain glory and greatness in Slytherin. You have the special ambition."

And for another five minutes the hat sat in silence. The silence was broken with an abrupt holler from the hat.

"Slytherin!"

Marcy jumped out of her seat and found her way to the Slytherin table where she was greeted with pats on the back and handshakes. She knew this be where she belonged.

4 years later

Marcy sat in the library reading a book. The library was her favorite place to be, for she knew she would be able to avoid Brutus Malfoy. She was his favorite toy to play with. His fondness of her began in the middle of their fourth year at Hogwarts. She was by far the most beautiful girl in the whole school. It was her pale skin and dark hair, or even the dark green eyes that in some light looked blue. But she didn't think so. Her sister was always very jealous of Marcy when it came to looks and frankly took a lot of that jealousy out on Marcy. Marcy never thought she was beautiful or even attractive for that matter, but Brutus thought otherwise. He also held the fact that even if she was a pureblood she was not rich and her father and mother happened to work for Brutus' family. That meant Brutus could easily get her parents fired and then where would they be? So Marcy was forced to protect her family, by obeying Brutus. But she would still come to the library to hide from him. It was the middle of September in her fifth year at Hogwarts and she knew Brutus would be looking for her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tom Riddle her old friend who she hasn't talked to since the beginning of their second year. He had grown very handsome. He was tall with grey-blue eyes and black hair. His face was perfectly sculpted, but Marcy refused to admit it. She was not doting of Tom at all. He spent most of his days in the library looking at books and charming his way into the restricted section of the library. Marcy refused to even speak to him, because of all the girls that doted on him. He used every last one of them, and she would not give way to his charm and suaveness. Marcy could easily see that it was growing late and she should get back to the common room, but fear of Brutus brought her to never want to leave the library. He was tall and thin with unnatural blonde hair and icy blue eyes. He was reasonably attractive, but he was too aggressive and denote for Marcy's taste. She and Tom were the last two in the library aside from the librarian.

"Marcy dear, you have to leave. I'm sorry." The kind woman spoke above her seat. Marcy nodded and packed up her bags. A creature was loose in Hogwarts and she was hoping teachers and prefects would be patrolling the halls, for her sake. Marcy and Tom left at the same time but he took a different route. Which was curious considering he as well was in the Slytherin house.

"Marcy!" she heard a playful yet malevolence voice dub from in the wake of her. It was Brutus and his cronies.

"Hello Brutus." She said rolling her eyes. She kept walking hoping he wouldn't play his sick games with her, but he caught up to her. He grabbed her forearm and pulled her beneath a vacant stairwell. His friends guarded the outside. Marcy's hand flew to her pocket but it was too late. Brutus was twirling her wand in his fingers.

"Marcy. You and I both are aware of the inseparable connection that lies between us" he said with a laugh.

"You're insufferable. And they're pathetic, but it is moderately evident where they obtain it from." She scoffed. His face got rough, and he made his way closer to her. She backed into the wall, but her eyes never left his.

"Why do you resist me?" he said putting both his arms up, blocking her from moving.

"You are not what I find suitable and you are most ill-mannered. I truly am sorry for the verbal attack, but you leave me with little options…" she said trying to find a way out of his capture. "Please let me leave." She spoke.

"Ha! Now that I have you, I won't let you go anywhere." He pushed her up against the wall and shoved his lips onto hers. As his tongue explored her mouth she tried to shove him off, except not anything seemed to work. His hand slowly made its way up her waist and toward her chest. His fingers played along the buttons of her shirt. She was finally able to let out a scream and he pushed her onto the ground.

"Be silent!" he growled. But a figure had over taken him and thrown him to the floor. Was it the monster? The one that has been petrifying and killing? Marcy knew she should run but she was over taken by fear. She stood and to her upmost surprise saw the handsome face of Tom Riddle. He was breathing heavily but seemed to keep his lovely face and cool composure.

"Uh, thanks" Marcy said and she walked away. She walked down the corridor and Riddle caught up to her.

"You're welcome…" he said with a face of confusion. He walked beside her and she finally spoke.

"What? What do you want?" she said stopping and crossing her arms. He stopped a few feet ahead of her and pocketed his hands.

"I just thought you would be a little more, grateful" he said with a sly smile.

"Well, I never asked for your protection, so I feel as if you were following Me." she said leaning against the wall. He slowly made his way towards her. When he was only a couple of inches away from her he stopped and leaned against the wall.

"I was not following you." He said with a devilish smile. He did look somewhat bored. Which made Marcy angry, but she couldn't help but feel butterflies when he was this close. She fought the feelings and tried to literally shake them out of her head. He laughed.

"You're ridiculous" he said still laughing.

"And you're uncouth" she snapped. He raised an eyebrow and got even closer.

"I just saved you; maybe you should be more civil"

Marcy shrugged and walked away. Once she entered the common room, she fled away from Riddle and up to her dorm. As much as she hated it, she had to admit that Tom Riddle was very alluring.