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Chapter One: Prequel.
He was taken by her from very first sight of her. He could sense it just by looking at her. Her magic, he could feel it crackling around her, was very powerful. He wanted her power, he needed her power. He studied her for a few moments. Her freckled nose was tucked into a book, her eyes darted the pages, and, every so often, her lips curled up into a smile of amusement at something she had read. He was so intrigued by this girl, he hadn't even noticed that he had been standing outside the train compartment for a good three minutes; the train startled him as it started its journey toward Hogwarts, causing him to nearly fall over.
He entered the apartment. She didn't even look up at him. He sat down on the bench across from her and pulled out a book. He wasn't really reading, just blankly staring at the pages and glancing up at her every so often. Her dark auburn hair was pulled back, with a few curls hanging loose, pushed back from her face. She chewed at her lips nervously as if she was worried for the imaginary world in her book. Judging by her plain robes, she was a first year.
He continued to stare at her until, finally, she put her book down. He quickly looked back his book, pretending to be interested in the words on the pages. When she looked up, she gasped. He dropped his book. "Oh I'm sorry," she said leaning down to pick up his book," it's just, you startled me, I didn't realise anyone else was in here."
"No worries." He said, accepting the book from her small hands. He was so close to her magic. It was so close to his.
"You're a Slytherin?" She half asked, half observed, "I suppose we'll be in the same house then, all my family's been in Slytherin. I'm Carina, by the way, Carina Black." She said, offering him a hand to shake.
He took her hand and shook it, and, just for a moment, their magic was intertwined. He could feel the power surging off of her, and it became his greatest desire. He decided it would be best if he introduced himself, "Riddle, Tom Riddle. This is my third year at Hogwarts."
She smiled at him. "What are you reading?"
He looked down at the book. What was he reading? "Oh, um, nothing really. It's not very interesting."
"Oh."
"Yeah." She went back to her book. Riddle stared out the window, awaiting their arrival at Hogwarts, thinking about the power of Carina's magic. It would be easier to take it if she were a Slytherin. Was it even possible to steal someone's magic? He wasn't sure. He became very thankful for the school library - specifically the restricted section, and his easy access to it because the teachers were putty in his hands. What would they expect of a twelve year old who was the best in year, and very possibly the best the school had ever seen?
The compartment door slid open. "There you are, Riddle. We've been looking for you." Riddle looked up. It was one of his friends - no, that wasn't the right word. It was one of his followers, Abraxas Malfoy.
"Yes, sorry, I've sort of been hiding I suppose. I'll come join you. Give me a moment." Malfoy stood in the door as Riddle gathered his things and followed him out, turning around to say goodbye to Carina. "Farewell Carina, it was nice meeting you."
She looked up from the book. "It was nice meeting you, too, Riddle."
He gave her his best smile, then turned to follow Malfoy to their usual compartment.
Inside was the usual lot: Nott, Goyle, LeStrange, and Rosier. They were all third years, and, of course, Slytherins. "Who was that girl Riddle?" Malfoy asked.
"Carina Black," Riddle responded, smiling, "And I can tell we're going to be very good friends."