A/N: So, I decided to rewrite the first chapter of this. Not in its entirely, because I liked it well enough, but because I'd written this three years ago and I am much better at writing now, I felt the first part needed to be changed a little. Maybe if I get a new idea for it or have more time, I'll rewrite the first few chapters, because I know they're a little rusty. But I don't want to completely rewrite them; otherwise, I know I'll end up changing it too much and would have to start over completely, and it would no longer be the story it began as. Anyway, enjoy!

Summary: Lizbeth Blackrose is Tom Riddle's best friend, and she knows more than he tells her. Because Little Liz has a gift: She's clairvoyant. She's seen the future….and she doesn't like it. Now she has a plan: Make Tom realize there's more to life than anger and death. It doesn't work out as she planned…and she ends up with more heartache than she could ever imagine.

Prologue

I never meant for this to happen; I tried, I really tried to stop him, really. But I guess I didn't see this coming. Of all things I had seen, I didn't see the most important, the one hanging right in front of my face.

Loving him wasn't enough; I had to join him or die. I guess he was surprised when I told him no—he thought I wanted a world where only the pure ones ruled. I didn't.

I should have tried harder, should have paid more attention to the changes within him, but I didn't. I was just a kid though, so how was I supposed to when I had what I thought were more important things to worry over? But my best friend was the most important and I just couldn't see that.

This is the story of how I fell in love with the Dark Lord.

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Chapter one: The Dark Future

Lizbeth's summer morning wake-up call was as follows:

A warning shout from her aunt Charlotte, a loud call of "Wake up, you ungrateful brat!" When this didn't work, Charlotte would send up her sister, Laurie, to drag her "churlish ass" out of bed. Her older sister was now a seventh year and as such had magic on her side. So when Lizbeth did not wish to get up—and thus stayed in bed, ignoring her aunt's rude calls—Laurie would march up to her bedroom and hex her behind out of bed.

This was how Lizbeth Blackrose found herself with a face-full of carpet Friday morning.

"You are aware that it is very simple, Liz, if you just woke up when Auntie told you to," her sister reminded her, pocketing her wand once her job was done.

The younger girl just mumbled her incoherent response into the floor.

"Come on, Lizzie," Laurie said, nudging Lizbeth with a socked foot. "We're going to Diagon Alley today remember?"

Lizbeth stood up, pulling her nightgown into place. "You waited this long to go? You do realize it's almost the first of September? You should have gone when Auntie dragged me against my will with her. I would have suffered so much less."

Laurie shrugged. "I forgot. Besides, I didn't want to go until Ella got back."

"Got back from where?"

"France, remember? She was spending the summer holiday in Paris."

She didn't; Ella was Laurie's best friend, not hers.

"Fine."

"Excellent. We leave in five." And with that, her elder sister flounced out the room.

Lizbeth groaned. She was no, by any means, a morning person, and needed a good half hour to even fully wake up in the mornings. She couldn't see how her Aunt and Laurie did it, waking up early every morning and still managing to actually be awake.

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"Okay, so I think we've got everything," Lucy, Lizbeth friend and dorm mate said to Lizbeth.

"Finally," she mumbled, "we've been at this for nearly three hours."

"You really hate shopping, Liz." Her brunette friend laughed.

"It's called laziness. I work all summer and then I have to go walk around for hours, carrying heavy things? What do you expect from me?" she whined, pouting.

"You're just upset you haven't seen Tom yet," Lucy said.

"Yeah, well why not? I can see you whenever because you live right across the street from me, but he's all the way over here, in an orphanage he can't stand."

Lucy shook her head. "Yeah, well I'm glad I don't see him over the summer. The boy freaks me out. I mean, he's always with his group of—I swear—followers and you're probably the only girl he can stand. With Laurie, Ella, and I it seems he only tolerates us because of you."

Lizbeth frowned. She knew Tom was a bit strange, that he was probably up to something, but it wasn't like he ever did anything bad. He was nice enough, if a bit quiet. And he was polite though Lizbeth knew otherwise. She knew Tom wasn't what he seemed like, but not only because she was his best friend. It was because she saw things others didn't, couldn't see. That didn't mean she liked him any less; it just meant she was more cautious of him.

"Well, that's your problem, not mine," Lizbeth stated, walking ahead. Lucy shrugged, dropping the subject and followed her friend.

They left Diagon Alley and entered the streets of London. Ella lived in the heart of London, and her and Laurie had already finished their shopping and were back at Ella's house, waiting for Lizbeth and Lucy to finish up theirs. Lizbeth rounded the corner of the abandoned alley and ran smack dab into someone.

"Oh, I'm-" Lizbeth looked up at the sound of the voice. Staring up into bright blue eyes, Liz smiled.

"Tom!" She nearly jumped him, wrapping her arms tight around his neck. Though she was kinda short, so she was just barely touching the ground.

His lips curled up into an almost smirk at her reaction. "Well, it's nice to see you too, Lizbeth," he mused.

She dropped her arms and jumped to the ground. "I didn't expect to see you here; I thought you were only allowed to leave when you got your letter," she said. Hogwarts' yearly letter had arrived weeks ago, when she had first gone to get her school things with her aunt.

"I am, but they decided to have a day out." He pointed behind him, where a bunch of kids—ranging from six to sixteen—plus an older lady were watching them. Well, actually the older lady was staring at Lizbeth strangely and the others were too excited it seemed to pay them much attention. The lady was freaking her out a little, but Liz was used to muggles staring at her.

Lizbeth had dark purple hair nearly to her waist, and very pale jade green eyes. In the wizarding world, no one thought twice about her appearance, but out here was a different matter entirely.

Tom noticed her discomfort and said, quite angrily, "Just ignore her."

Behind her, Lucy poked Lizbeth's back and said, "We got to go, Lizzie. Ella and Laurie are waiting."

"I don't want to," Lizbeth said stubbornly.

Tom chuckled lightly. "Just go, Lizbeth. I will see you on the train." When Lizbeth didn't budge, Tom grabbed her arm and pulled her away from him. Lizbeth would have left then, if everything hadn't just faded away from her.

She was surrounded by the stench of death and chaos. Hundreds of bodies, all muggle, were piled high around her. It made her sick, nauseous, disgusted. And amidst them all was Tom, though he looked nothing like the Tom she knew. This one was chalk white, snake-like. Yet she knew it was him…his eyes, they were the same. It terrified her, made her go weak in the knees. This wasn't happening, she though, shutting her eyes tight. This isn't happening. And then…

"Lizbeth, Lizbeth are you alright?"

The busy streets of London were loud—Tom's worried eyes were clouding her vision—and the world was back.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she reassured him. Only she wasn't, she wasn't fine at all. She had to force herself to stop shaking, to stop panicking. It was no easy task. She stepped away from his grasp and backed up. "I think we should leave now," she said to Lucy, grabbing her hand.

"Huh? Are you sure? You just-"

"Yes," Lizbeth cut her off. "Bye Tom!" Then she dragged Lucy through the streets.

When they were far enough away, Liz stopped, nearly collapsing onto the sidewalk.

"Liz, what's wrong? What did you see?" Lucy kneeled down in front of her.

"A dark future," was all Lizbeth could say before losing unconsciousness.