Chapter 1

It was a dark and stormy night… Just kidding. Actually, it was a very clear night and it wasn't really dark because the town was still awake with people coming home late from their under-paid jobs, others finishing their family dinners, and some settling down in the family room unwinding while watching the evening news. The story of the week being the mysterious, unexplained events happening lately. It was about the death of a small family in town, strangely relating to the strange death of the quiet Riddles two years before. Both led in unexplained guesses of murder. Unexplained because the families in both incidents showed no sign of murder at all. And yet, there they were; the small family, probably wanting to spend the evening talking about their days and then they're dead. Some people blame it on some form of witchcraft. Then some people claimed that they saw lights on at the Riddle House. Some say it is haunted by the previous owner, Tom Riddle. Tom was always one to keep to himself after he left his wife, whom he had thought to have been a witch who had cast a spell on him to love her. Regardless, someone or something was in that house.

That's where I come in. Me; a girl from the same town of Little Hangleton where the two strange and mysterious murders took place. Well, strange for the people of the town at least. For me, not so much. Why? Because I'm a witch. Yes, a witch, and I go to a school called Hogwarts. And I just happen to know more about the quiet Riddles than anyone in Little Hangleton. A secret. I know a secret about Tom Riddle and his wife that he had left. They had a son; a son who became the most fearful, the most crude, and the most dreaded wizard of all time… Voldemort; the most feared name in the wizarding world.

That's who I think murdered the two families. Him and his death-eaters. But I'm not afraid of him… Okay, maybe I am a little, but this is my story about how I faced that fear. I faced this fear because I thought maybe, just maybe, Voldemort could have some good in him. I know, "wishful thinking" but you never know.

So here starts my story… On the night after the second murder…