Author's Note: Hello! This is an idea I had during my writer's block for my other stories. So, yeah, um, it is kind of weird, but I hope you like it. Enjoy and please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
The Riddler
Chapter One: Head Boy, Meet Head Girl
The heavy rainfall whipped against the windows of the Hogwart's Express. The wind whistled and howled as it blew against the cars. The black clouds nearly looked like the night sky as the train steamed past the rolling hills and knolls of England and Scotland.
A young man walked wearily down the aisle of the train. He reached a hand up and rubbed it over his face as he sighed. He looked into the compartments as he passed them, running a hand through his soft black curls.
He had reached the end of the train and was about to turn back when he looked into the last compartment. He smiled slightly as he slid open the door. The girl curled up in the corner was extremely thin and pale. Her long curtain of blonde hair fell over her back and face as she slept, unaware that somebody was watching her.
Her Hufflepuff robes hung loosely on her body and a badge shone on her chest.
He stepped closer so he could read it, being careful not to wake her.
"Head Girl?" he wondered out loud. She stirred slightly and he tilted his head. He looked her over once more before leaving the compartment and going back to patrolling the corridor.
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The girl shot awake in the compartment shot awake, her breathing labored and sweat beaded on her forehead. She quickly wiped her face and eyes while looking around to make sure she was alone.
A sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed back into her seat, savoring the silence and solitude of the compartment.
She was usually the happy-go-lucky girl who was constantly bursting with energy, but that was only when shew as around other people. When she was alone she was different. She wouldn't talk or move. She would just sit there, thinking and wondering.
Her friend in Slytherin, Tom Riddle, was the only one who knew she wasn't the ball of energy everyone thought she was. He had befriended her in second year when some Gryffindors were teasing her about her eyes. They had just been joking around, but it hurt all the same. Tom had been walking by when this happened and he hexed them until they left, threatening to tell a professor. They had been a pair ever since, mainly because he was the only one that truly understood her, and she was the only one that truly understood him.
She sighed again as she sat up and stretched. Her Head Girl badge shone on her chest as she stood and opened the compartment door, looking down the aisle to see if anyone was causing trouble.
A deep yawn rose from her chest as she looked through the compartment doors. She reached a hand up to cover her mouth as her eyes closed. While she was walking like this she stumbled over her robes and started to fall, but just when she was going to hit the floor, somebody caught her.
She looked up into the eyes of her rescuer and smiled. "Tommy," she whispered.
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