Chapter 1- First Glance

By Lovelydarkness57

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. It belongs to the great J.K. Rowling.

Hi!!!, this is my first ever fanfic, so I am REALLY nervous *sweats*. I really hope you understand what am trying to do and I hope you all like my first chapter.

Bye!!!

A cloaked witch walked hurriedly down the obscured streets of Knockturn Alley. The streets were empty but she could swear that someone was watching her. Her steps were unsteady but she try to look comfortable. She thought that the whistling wind sounded like the voices of the dead coming to haunt the living, but that was just her mind trying to frighten her more.

The cloaked witch suddenly stopped in front an old store. Borgin and Burkes was a really intimidating place, she thought. No matter how much her mind was telling her this was not going to work, she knew that she didn't really have another option. This was her last chance to prove herself she was capable of doing something. So, the cloaked witch opened the door, and stepped in.

Young Tom Riddle was vigorously observing the deserted streets of Knockturn Alley while thinking that the darkness has never been more appealing to him. The darkness has always been his unrequited friend, but now, he thought, it was merging with what was left of his soul. And he knew that in the end when his horcruxes are done, the darkness and himself would coexist together until the end of times. This thoughts brought an unnerving smile to his face.

Borgin and Burkes was empty except for himself and Mr. Borgins. There hasn't been a lot of work to do lately, but Tom didn't mind because this gave him more time to plan how he will make Hepzibah Smith give him his rightful inheritance. Thinking about his desired locket did something that nothing could do to him: distract him. The cool, calculating Tom Riddle was so distracted with his own thoughts that he didn't notice the young cloaked witch step into the shop.

The cloaked witch nervously put her hood down showing her whitish, waist length blond hair. Her eyes curiously revolted around the obscure shop taking in every single detail she could get. Her eyes rested a little too long on the shadowed young wizard that was oblivious to her presence. She thought he looked vaguely familiar, but she discarded the thought. She needed to do what she came here for.

"Hello", she shyly called.

The dark haired wizard that had been oblivious to her presence mere seconds ago now looked at her with his calculating, pale eyes.

"Are you, um, Mister Borgins?"

"No, I'm not", he shortly answer.

" Okay, do you know where exactly he is now? Because I really need to see him". His stare was doing weird things to her because for some reason her voice sounded like a little girl's. She strengthened her shoulders and lifted her chin to look more imposing.

Before he could give her an answer Mister Borgins came into view.

"Is there someone looking for me Tom?", Tom, why did it sound so familiar to her? It couldn't be the same Tom she knew, he probably was working for the Ministry. The young witch was so deep in thought that she literally jumped when she heard Mr.. Tom's voice.

"Yes, Mr. Borgins, this young lady right here is looking for you?"

"It's that so? Miss...?

"Oh", a little startled by her inclusion in the conversation, "Yes, yes," she responded while nodding at him.

"Why for? And who are you?", now the old man was looking straight at her. She thought it to be quite unnerving.

" I'm Alissa Goshawk, sir, and I came looking for a job. Here."

" I am really sorry to inform you Miss..-"

"Alissa, please"

" Alissa, but I can't give you a job." He looked apologetic, but she did not care, bloody hell, she needed this job and she would not give up so easily.

"Please, sir, I need this job. I can do anything," taking her wand out," I am really good with spells, and I can clean..."

"I'm sorry Miss-"

"I beg you please, if you could be so merciful to me I will always owe it to you," Alissa knew that it was not well seen in her family to beg but for just this moment she didn't care a bit.

"Alright, but look at me girl, you'll have to work every single day and you will help Mister Tom Riddle, right there," he then pointed at the quiet wizard whom she thought to be working in the Ministry.

"Are we clear?", he had adopted a businessman face. Alissa nodded.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you-"

"Shut up, and listen to what I say, you must obey Mister Riddle here, because if I hear you have broken something, I won't hesitate, understand?" Again, she silently nodded.

Mr. Borgins readied himself to go back to his workplace and said," Tom, tell her everything", then left.

Tom was really surprised by the fact that Mr. Borgins had let her work here. He thought he would just tell her to sod off and go back to his workplace, that is what he himself would've done in his place, but to his own disgust he did otherwise. He didn't know what this girl, Alissa, did but he was glad that she was at least not a mudblood. He knew this because her last name was a well known pure blood family, but that did not change the fact that he thought her to be a little odd. Who in their right mind would beg for a miserable job to a useless old man? That, he knew, was something he would never do.

He looked at her now, she was small, with a long blond hair and chesnut eyes. Her skin was delicate like a doll's, her cheeks were flushed probably because of the wind, he thought. She was happy, because of something but he couldn't figure out why she would be happy for a dreadful job.

She slowly approached him, making him rethink the reason why she was here.

"So, you are Tom Riddle?," she carefully asked. He knew why she was asking, everybody thought he would be the next Minister of Magic, but what they didn't know was that in the end everybody will be under his control.

"Yes," he coolly said. He could see it in her eyes that she wanted to know more, but he didn't give a bloody hell about what she wanted. He had more important things to do than to waste his time on an insignificant witch.

"What you have to do is attend the customers, and help them, answer their questions and-"

"Wait, I think you forgot to tell me or maybe you were going to tell me how am I suppose to answer the customers' questions if I don't know anything about Dark artifacts?"

"Well, as I was going to say I would be teaching you about them, so you will be prepared." Tom expected her to say something back, but she didn't, she just kept staring at him as if he had to give her something back.

"Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow morning, and I hope you aren't late, because I do not want to waste my time, Miss Goshawk-"

"Alissa, please." She interrupted him yet again, he knew that if she just kept interrupting him, he would use the Avada Kedavra on her.

"Right, ...", they just stood there eyeing each other until Tom decided that he wouldn't play this stupid game anymore and left her there. He told Mr. Borgins he was going home, and left.

-When two people are destined to be together they might not know each other or even like each other but their future has already been written.-