I do not own Harry Potter or the characters, the Ocs are figmats of my imagination.

This is my first Harry Potter Fan fiction and I am still working out the kinks with Tom Riddle's character, so if he is a little out of character sorry. but he doesnt speak much so no worries. I will have it down, i've just gotten tired to rewriting this first chapter so much to get his character right, so bear with me. here ya go, chapter one!


Sick Compulsions

Chapter One


'Tom Riddle is someone that lies to your face without a moment's hesitation. He smiles at you, laughs, makes small gestures, and makes you believe everything he says. But if you really look into his eyes you can see it. The hard and murderous sparkle that hidden behind its icy blue captor. He has this amazing power to bend you to his will and make you believe his is this amazing, intelligent, good looking, well-rounded seventeen year old.

That's how he gets away with everything.

Tom Riddle did it.

I know he did.

He killed that Muggle-born girl in the washroom!

Why am I the only person that can see it?

I watch him all the time now. Just waiting for him to screw-up and get caught. I would turn him into the headmaster, but who would believe me over the head boy and school prefect? She died last year, during our sixth year. Now it's the beginning of our final year. How can he stay so prefect?

So cool and aloof…as if nothing can touch him.

With his "group" following him around now more than ever I don't think he'll be caught.

There has to be a way…'

"Hello…Alice…Alice…" Camilla calling out to her, "ALICE!" she screamed bringing Alice back into reality.

"What?" Alice asked as she jumped up in my seat.

They were inside the Slytherin common room seated in front of the fireplace. Tiredly Alice stretched her arms up and looked towards the clock on the wall. Camilla, her best friend, was seated on the floor surrounded by tons of books and papers. Her hands were on Alice ankle, before she had been tugging on Alice's nightgown trying to get her attention.

"You've been doing it lately."

"Doing what?"

"Thinking—staring off into space for hours at a time, honestly Alice Hornboght, what is going on inside your head?"

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you." Alice laughed. The crackly of the fireplace and the darkness of the common room seemed to lull Alice back into a daydream world.

"Well I'm going to bed."

"I'll be up in a minute."

"Okay." Camilla gathered her papers and her book and prepared to got o the girl's stair case. She stopped in the process and waved to someone. "Have a nice night." She said sweetly. The only time Camilla was being sweet was when there was a boy she liked in the room.

Alice turned her head over the back of the couch to see Tom Riddle walking into the common room from the boy's staircase.

Waving with a smile he continued to walk through the common room. "Ladies," He said quietly as he walked towards the door.

"He is the cutest thing in the world, isn't he?"

Alice continued to watch Tom Riddle as he exited the common room to do his nightly rounds. Her green eyes seemed to fixate on him and bypass the painting of the door and continued to watch him. Will his 'followers' sneak out after everyone has gone to bed? They do that at least once a month.

"You're doing it again."

"Doing what?" she did not look away from the door.

"Staring off into space, where do you go?"

Camilla was obviously too stupid to realize that she wasn't staring off, she was watching every move Tom Riddle made.

"Nowhere." She reached behind her head and pulled her long blond hair from behind her neck and stared to braid it for the night.


Alice lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. The window next to her bed was open and was blowing fresh crisp air into the room. The other girls in the dorm room had pulled their satin curtains closed to escape the 'draft' as they called it. The cold air helped her think.

'Let's go.'

'Shhh, idiot.'

'Abraxas, when is Tom's shift over?'

Alice sat up in alarm.

She heard them. They were on the move. She looked over at the other four girls in the room, they were all sound asleep. As quietly as she could she managed to get out of bed and change from her nightgown into her slacks and a sweater. She tucked her wand into the sleeve of the sweater and pulled on her slippers. The whispering could still be heard as she descended the girl's staircase and waited behind the wall and looked out into the common room. As she thought, his group was assembling into the room and then headed out through the painting.

She waited a moment, once they all cleared the door she headed for it and exited. Looking around, they all were gone, but the light from their wands was visible.

Taking out her wand her heart started to pound, "lumos," she created her torch and then Alice then started after the Riddle group. The dungeon was creepy at night, but she was far too determined to follow them. They've always done these "meetings" late at night. Alice wanted to know what they where up to.

'No more secrets!'

The group of boys seemed to disappear as they reached a hall across from the Slytherin staircase. It was too quiet. Where did they go? They couldn't have just disappeared. Alice started to freak out, her hands started to shake and sweat. Her knees began to buckle. The hall was as empty and dark as anything she has ever seen.

Hogwarts was a complete different place at night. The moon was an eerie figure instead of the beautiful orb she had known as a child. Her steps where heavy and echoed through the hall. Her breath became loud and caused her to panic. All she could hear where imagined voices and her own heart beat.

Losing her gall, she turned to go back to bed when she collided with a firm flesh wall. "Nox" she called out as she jumped back and was presented with none other than Tom Riddle. She felt her braid come undone from the jerk of her jump; the bangs fell next to her eyes.

She looked up at him, feeling as small as a mouse. His beautiful features looked hard and dark in the lack of light. His jaw was clenched as he looked down at her. This was really, really, really bad for her. Gaining some composure she clasped her hands behind her back and pushed her wand into her back pocket, while Tom watched her, coldly.

"What are you doing out of bed?" Tom asked harshly.

"Sleepwalking," Alice answered dryly.

"Really Miss—"

"Hornboght,"

"Students need to be in bed, Miss Hornboght, that's 20—"

"—aren't prefects supposed to be in bed by now? Most likely your rounds are over, why are you out of bed? Do I need to take 20 points from our house because of you?"

"You are not a prefect."

"And you are not above the rules, or are you. If you can be out of bed—so can I." daringly Alice walked around Tom, holding his gaze as tight as she could. His icy blue eyes followed hers until his whole body had turned. "Now then…that's over." Alice turned around and started to walk back down the hall, "didn't anyone teach you not to wake a sleepwalker? You're lucky I know where I am, Mr. Riddle."

"I'm still going to deduct those 20 points, Miss Hornboght."

"Go right ahead; add another 20 for your failure to comply with the rules." She stopped and turned towards him; she crossed her arms over her chest and smiled deviously at him. "I dare you."

"Are we playing a game?" Tom couldn't help but smirk. "Well this is one I can win. I am a prefect and you are out of bed. I can easily take 20 points from Slytherin."

"And I can just as easily walk right up to the headmaster and tell him you took advantage of your status as head boy and stayed out after hours. Then were will you be?"

"Are you threatening me?" Tom stalked over to her. Clearly this girl was stupid. If h couldn't intimidate her with the 20 points he would have to intimidate with his size. He was at least a foot shorter than him. He looked down at her with a hard glare. "You should learn this; threatening me could cause—"

"—me harm?" she asked. "Please, I dish out what is given to me—twice as hard. So you would be wise to learn that I don't take well to pigs like you, Mr. Riddle."

"How dare you!" his hands grabbed hold of her forearms and attempted to back her up against the wall.

"Hands off," Alice managed to pull her wand out of her pocket and place it against Tom's chest, "or I'll stupefy you."

Tom looked down at her wand as it was pushed into his chest and then back into her green eyes, "you wouldn't." she started to push the tip of the wand into him, slowly Tom remove his hands and allowed her to push him back away from her.

"Really?" Alice asked, smiling. "I am descended of the fastest spell chanters in history, it's a family art. I can have you flipped over on your face in a second." She stood up on her toes to get right into his face, whispering every word. "So don't test me."

Tom was extremely appalled and displeased with how this turned out. He frowned as she managed to subdue him so easily. Now she was standing toe to toe with him, her lips only a few inches away from his own.

"And just so you know, Tom," she leaned in very closely to him, "I know what happened last year, I may not know how or why, but I know."

If Tom was anyone else his eyes would have been as round as plates. He looked directly into her green eyes and knew she was telling the truth. She pushed her wand into him for good measure and brushed her nose against his before sliding away from him.

"Now, take those twenty points away from Slytherin…and we shall have a problem." She whispered as she headed off.

Abraxas appeared at Tom's side as he watched Alice Hornboght walk away quietly, her want still clutched in her hands.

"What was that about?"

"She knows…" Tom said.

"Knows what exactly?"

"I'm not fully sure, but I intend to find out."

"Wait," Abraxas said, "was that Alice Hornboght?"

"The very same,"

"She is very powerful, and comes from a powerful pure-blood family. The Hornboght family is the last living descendent of the Ravenclaw family, very rich and very influential in the Ministry."

The blond boy looked up at Tom to see him still watching the girl, who had already walked down the Slytherin staircase. His icy blue eyes kept looking down the hall. No one had matched wits with him before. No one had dared to threaten them with their wand and get away with it. But this girl managed to do it, with a dark and hard look in her eyes. She knew something, she wasn't afraid of him like most of the Slytherin House; she didn't go all mushy like all the other girls at Hogwarts did.

She was in a category all of her own.

She was different, a powerful pure-blood at that, but there was something about her and this interlude that intrigued him. Slowly Tom turned to Abraxas, "are they assembled?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Good, we have worked to do, if I am to create more horcuxs." Tom Turned to walk to the secret door of the secret room to the secret meeting between him and his school followers.

"But, my lord, the girl?" Abraxas asked.

"I'll deal with her, in good time."


My first Harry Potter Story, any good?

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