Hello y'all! Second HP story, I know I should be working on Mage Prince but I just need to get this out of my system! Well never mind just read this chapter and you are free to think if you want me to continue this story. Just review and I will accept flames for this chapter.

Warning: SLASH

Pairing: TRHPOC, RWHG

Notes: Tom Riddle is about 18 years old in this fic. and he looks hot kay? Not the scary evil snake-face man in the series.

The usual disclaimer applies.

Summary: Ron and Hermione were chased by a deranged demon when they were going back to the castle for prince's Tom 18th birthday celebration. A demon hunter Ron calls Black saved them. At the very same day Tom is of age to marry. Tom's mother pesters him to get a bride male or female. So the prince holds a contest to find the best fighter in the kingdom -other than him- and he who will wind will be the prince's bride.

Prologue…

Running.

That's what Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger –soon to be Hermione Weasley-Granger- was doing. A wild demon was chasing the life out of them. Ron can see the demon's shadow catching up with them. Its wrinkly, green skin stretching whenever it slacks its jaw, long, sharp teeth covered in what looks like blood, skin piecing claws ready to rip the flesh of unsuspecting humans.

THUD!

Hermione tripped. Her eyes were wide and afraid and her petite frame shaking with fear.

Ron stopped, he quickly pulled Hermione to her feet but it was too late. The demon has already caught up with them. Ron stood in front of his fiancée, protecting her from the beast's monstrous claws. He stood straight, his head held high, ready for the first blow…

…it never came.

He slowly opened his eyes, but paid surged through his arm. He somehow got hit. His right arm has turned has a sickly shade of green. Poison…

He turned to look at Hermione. Sigh. She was unharmed. Ron craned his neck to see the deranged demon but what he saw made his breathing stop. The demon and a black clad –was that a man or a woman?- person were fighting, their movements inhumanly fast. Almost as fast a prince Tom/ Voldemort.

Black –as Ron decided to call him or her- blocked every hit with the grace of a feline, throwing in some hits if he –or she- sees an opening for an attack. The demon was able to rip the cloth covering Black's arm and revealed creamy pale skin. –Ron was almost too sure that Black is a girl- Distracted by the hit Black wasn't able to block a strong kick in the abdomen. Ron heard a gasp from behind him. Hermione was watching as well.

Black was on the floor clutching his –once again, or her- stomach. The demon looming over him, fangs glazed with saliva.

Black took something from the base of his –I'm getting really tired of this…okay… or her- boot. The action went unnoticed by the demon. It was too busy staring at black with its hungry, yellow eyes. –That sounded sick!-

When the demon closed in, Black the thing he –you know the drill- was hiding and thrusted it through the demon's chest. It was a dagger, emerald and rubies encrusted on the handle and a phoenix carved on the diamond blade.

The demon froze. For a second, pain and anger were sketched across the demon's face but it was gone in a flash. It spat black blood out and collapsed on top of Black.

The pain on arm came back and Ron winced. His arm was now looking like it was going to explode. Apparently Black saw this because he –I'm not saying it anymore!- pushed the demon of him and took a piece of cloth from his pocket. He carefully unwrapped the cloth and revealed a small bottle. Ron quickly recognized the liquid as antidote. Black carefully poured the inky black liquid on Ron's wound and waited. It slowly turned its normal tanned flesh and reshaped into a normal looking limb.

Black returned to the demon and pulled his dagger out of its chest, he wiped the blood of a piece of cloth that he discarded after using. Black raised the beautiful blade and let the moon's –it was nighttime- light shine on it. Ron saw a flash of green in the reflection but it was gone in a blink of an eye.

He –Ron- carefully helped Hermione to her feet and turned to thank the mysterious person but…

… Black was gone…

tbc…

I know it was short but it was only the prologue, I promise to make the real chapters longer. Remember it's up to you whether I continue this or not.

Well, Ja!