Summery: Today most of the wizarding world will be celebrating. Lord Voldemort is finally dead and most are now overjoyed that they can now live in peace. I on the other have no wish to celebrate. Don't get me wrong I was no longer part of the dark side. I had left that path a long time ago. I was even part of the battle at Hogwarts. However there was always a part of me that still loved him. I met Tom Riddle when I was five and I have loved him ever since. Everyone will always remember the monster that terrorized the world, but I will always love him. This is my story, the story of how I met a boy named Tom, together we rose to power and while I grew to love, my love grew to hate.
Chapter 1
When you are five years old things don't really have deep meanings. You don't over complicate things. Everything is simple you were either happy or sad, good or bad. The five year old me swinging on the swings, only saw a good boy that day. My family and I were on vacation from France. My mother was British, but we lived in France with my father. Right now we had come to see my grand-parents. We had come to the park to have a picnic. The grown ups were talking at the picnic, and I had come to play on the swings. I had only been on the swings for a couple minutes when they arrived. About fifty kids and only three adults got off a bus and came to the park. The children ran off in every direction with all their friends, and the adults tried to yell some last minutes rules at them. One little boy was different though. He did not rush off and he seemed to be rather friendless. He had black hair and was a little taller then the other children. He walked over to the sand box and sat down in the corner. I watched him for several minutes, he was making little sand castles and then tearing them down. I decided to go talk to him. So like most five years olds, I walked up to him and said "Hi my name is rose what's yours?" He looked up at me slowly, his eyes were calculating. "Tom" was all he said in reply. I took that as an invitation and sat down.
"So are you here with your school?" I asked him.
"No"
"So why did you come here with all those other kids?"
"There from my orphanage, I'm an orphan" he told me
"Oh, that's not good" I said a bit embarrassed.
"Why do you have a funny accent?"
"I'm from France I come here once every two months" I told him. He had stopped playing with the sand and was watching me now.
"Do you come by boat?"
"Yup, sure do" I said. I felt a little bad because we don't always come by boat. Most of the time we come by port key, but it was true that this time we came by boat.
"I've never been on a boat, I would sure like to someday though."
"One day you will Tom, I promise" I said, "Can I play with you?"
"Ok" So for the rest of the afternoon we played and laughed in the sand. When it was getting late my mother came to get me.
"Come Rose it's time to go" she called
"Bye Tom" I said getting up and wiping the sand from my clothes.
"Goodbye Rose" He got up to and I kissed him on the cheek.
"I like you Tom" I said and smiled. I ran off and took my mother's hand. Looking back I waved and Tom waved back.
"Made a little friend I see" my mother said.
"Yes maman I did, his name is Tom, but I don't think it suits him very well." After that I did not see Tom for another six years.
A/N
Hey everyone I hope you like my idea next chapter is a LOT longer I promise, I already wrote it but I'm hoping for some feedback before I post it.
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