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Chapter 1: Riddle's Fifth Year

Summary: Tom Riddle's remembers a girl he once loved…

Tom Riddle snuck a glance at the muggle-born girl sitting at the single desk next to him. She was rushing through her O.W.L Transfiguration exam, as were the rest of the fifth year students sitting in The Great Hall.

Her long dark hair was long and sleek, and her eyes were hazel coloured. She was the smartest girl in their year, and sometimes, Riddle thought she could outsmart any of the teachers. He had to admit, she was very pretty.

"Time's up" said Professor McGonagall, her voice echoing through the Great Hall, "All papers to the front please."

Riddle stood at the same time as the girl and took his exam out to McGonagall. He walked at a slow pace behind the girl. She walked outside, as did most of the fifth year students. She joined a group of friends at the Lake and they began to giggle and gossip. Most students were sitting around the Lake worrying about mistakes they might have made on their exam.

Riddle sat there watching her for over an hour, when it finally started getting dark, the girl and her group of friends stood and walked into the castle, Riddle slowly following.

"The animagus bit wasn't at all hard" said the girl as they neared the Gryffindor portrait. Then she turned and saw Tom Riddle standing there.

"Have you got a problem? You've been following me around everywhere and it's starting to get on my nerves, Riddle" she said folding her arms. Her group of girls were now watching him.

"I'm not following you. I can't help it if we both happen to be at the same place at the same time" said Riddle.

The girl raised an eyebrow. "Really? Well, the Gryffindor portrait is right there", she indicated the portrait of a fat lady behind her, "and you're a Slytherin. So why would you be heading up here to the Gryffindor common room when the Slytherin common room is in the dungeons?"

The girls giggled. Tom Riddle turned red.

Something fell out of his bag. The girl picked it up. It was his personal notebook.

Riddle turned as red as a tomato as the girl began to read aloud something he had written in it.

"Dear Jane,

Your lips are as red as roses, you hair as…" she began to read.

"STOP!" cried Riddle.

The girls laughed again. "A poem for Jane!" said one of her friends. "Surely you know she's going out with Peter Granger! As if she'd go for Slytherin scum like you!"

"Of course I do, I'm not an idiot like you Rosaline!" he snarled.

Rosaline growled and threw the notebook at his head. The girls turned and walked over to the Gryffindor portrait. Jane stood there staring at him, her hazel eyes sparkled in the light and her long straight, sleek, dark hair smelled of roses…

"Sorry if they embarrassed you" she said quietly, before turning and following her friends.This was a memory that Voldemort would never forget. His love for Jane was strong; she could break Peter Granger and take her for his own. But he would need a plan, a good plan.

End of chapter

A/n: Yes, I know, the first chapter was short, very short… but the next chapters will be longer. Please rate and review!

-Keets