The first couple of chapters will be about Rose's mom, Voldemort and how Rose came to be.

1979

Roxanne Morgan stood in her parents ballroom watching people dance. It was Christmas and her parents were having their annual Christmas party. Roxanne never liked it much. It was always filled with people she didn't know, and if she did, she didn't want anything to do with them.

The men would always ask her to dance; she refused every time, though. For she knew they only wanted to because of her parent's money and her good looks. The girls would always stare at her with jealousy and whisper to each other. The worst part though, was the old lady that would always ask her why she hasn't married yet.

Speak of the devil, Roxanne thought as the plump old lady started walking towards her.

"Still not married, dear?" asked the old lady. Roxanne never knew her name because she never asked or cared.

"No," said Roxanne.

"Why not? You're a beautiful young lady."

Roxanne wanted to tell the old lady that she didn't want to get married anytime soon and to leave her alone. She knew this would be very rude thing to say so she decided to say, "I just haven't met a man I want to marry."

"Back in my day a young lady.…"

However, Roxanne never heard the rest because a handsome man walked up to her and the old lady. He had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. You could tell he was aging, but that didn't affect his looks one bit.

"Excuse me miss. Would you like to dance?" asked the man.

"Yes," Roxanne said. Normally she would have turned him down, but she wanted to get away from the old woman and this was the only way she could see fit without being rude. The man also had a gravity effect. She was interested in finding out who he was.

Roxanne grabbed the hand he offered to her and walked onto the dance floor with him. Roxanne swore the old lady was smiling as they were walking away.

"Thank you," said Roxanne, after her and the man starts dancing.

"For what?" asked the man.

"For saving me from that annoying old lady."

"Oh, you just looked a little bit annoyed so I thought I should cheer you up."

"What makes you think you could cheer me up?"

"Well, aren't I good-looking?"

"Yes, but you are a few years older than me."

"Age is only a number."

Roxanne and the man didn't say anything else until the song had ended.

"Are you thirsty?" the man asked.

"Yes, I am," said Roxanne.

"I will be right back with your drink."

"Thank you."

Oh, crap! I didn't ask him what his name is. He looks so familiar, like he is famous, Roxanne thought to herself. She wasn't sure if he really was famous or not, but if he was she didn't have any idea what for. She just hoped that if he was famous it was for something good.

Tom Riddle slipped the love potion he made earlier that day into the woman's drink. He knew that he was safe here, because most people didn't know that Tom Riddle was Lord Voldemort. If they did, they didn't have any idea what Tom Riddle looked like. Even if someone figured out that it was him, they wouldn't dare to challenge him, because they would know that it would end with them dead on the floor.

Tom started walking back to the woman with the cup of spiked punch. He knew it would work, and if it did, he could start making the one thing that would be most useful to him. More useful than those silly little death eaters that followed him. He knew that they only stayed loyal to him out of fear.