Summary: Tom Riddle becomes friends with a pureblood girl who hates
Hogwarts. Katie doesn't understand why she has to give up her dream of
being a prima ballerina to be a witch. It's another reason he hates
muggles, they stole his true love.
Disclaimer: I am the girl in the story and all her experiences are mine (Not falling in love with a dark lord part obviously, but the dancing part), but Hogwarts and all Harry Potter Characters belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, Scholastic Books, AOL Time Warner, and a lot of other people who are not me.
Dancing with Darkness
Chapter 1
No parents would ever want to see their child's dreams crash to the ground, but my parents obviously did not care. For seven years I had been training to dance ballet, ever since I was four. I had practiced four hours a day and now all that time was going to be wasted. All those hours I had worked at the barre, or spent perfecting my turnout, it had all been in vain. I had needed to dance, but now it was going to be impossible. My parents had crushed my hopes and now I was going to be forced to live a forced life. I was going to be a witch. My parents were sending me to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to wreck my life. All I had ever wanted was to be a prima ballerina. They claimed magical ability was a gift and it needed to be celebrated. My parents were pureblood wizards who felt a magical training was far more important than a stupid hobby.
I on the other hand felt dancing was a more important gift, not that they cared about what I thought. After all, it was only my life, why should I get to decide what happens to me. So here I sit on some crappy train going to some crappy school, to become some crappy witch. I had pure blood, there had not been a muggle in my family for over five hundred years. Therefore, my life was not my own. My parents had seen to it that I would be provided for and would marry another pureblood wizard, even though I wanted to be a dancer. It was the most important thing in my entire life.
However, the next five minutes would determine the rest of my entire life, not that I had known it at the time. It was then a dark haired boy walked in, a very handsome dark haired boy. He looked older than I did, probably fifteen or sixteen.
"Hello, are you a first year?" the boy asked happily. I felt a small bit of resentment well up against this boy, why in the World would he want to be going to Hogwarts. Then, again almost everyone else seemed happy, everyone but me.
"Unfortunately," I drawled casually trying to hint I didn't really want to talk to him or be riding the train to some god forsaken magic school.
"I'm Tom, Tom Riddle," he said kindly extending his hand, which I did not grab. "Are you a pureblood?" he asked glancing around my cabin. I realized he must be a pureblood supremacist, who only associated with the better half of the wizarding world. It didn't bother me, after all I was slightly prejudice as well, it was how I was raised.
"Of course,"I replied a bit snottily, but he seemed pleased and took the seat next to me, then he glanced at my sandaled feet and his eyes bulged. "What happened to your feet?" he asked bewildered by the many blisters and calluses. I rolled my eyes, whenever anyone saw my feet they would ask that. Not that I blame them. My feet are rather ugly, but after three years of pointe ballet it seemed natural to me.
"I'm a dancer," I replied proudly. Dance was perhaps the one thing in life that I loved, but never shared it openly. It was a muggle pastime and my parents frowned upon it. I had always been careful when mentioning my love of dance to others. Loving anything muggle could be social suicide, but Tom seemed different. He did not seem to care.
"What's being a dancer got to do with bloody feet?" Tom asked pointing openly at my feet, which were bloody from all the stress.
"I dance pointe, you know, ballet," I said trying to make him understand. I grabbed my pointe shoes out of my bag and showed them to him.
"They feel so hard," he said tapping the toe of the shoe against his finger.
"It's wood. You stand up on your toes and dance," I answered laughing at his interest. I had never really known many boys, not many boys were interested in ballet. The boys that were interested in ballet were not interested in girls per se. I had a slight feeling Tom was not interested in ballet, but rather making a friend.
"Will you show me something?" he requested. I thought for a moment, but chose not to. It hurt to dance, and not just my feet.
"I can't. I just can't," I responded softly, Tom looked a bit angry, but nodded. "I don't have tights or feet pads with me," I lied quickly. I had felt so sad about the look of hurt on his face. His sour face seemed to disappear. A few moments of awkward silence passed as I searched for something to say.
"I never asked your name," he said finally.
"Katie Ollivander," I responded extending my hand, and to my intense delight he shook it.
"What house do you suppose you will be in?" he questioned. I had heard all about the Hogwarts' houses from my older brothers. One was a Ravenclaw, and one was a Slytherin. Iain had graduated two years ago, but Lachlan was a sixth year. Iain had decided to go into the family business of wand-making, but father hadn't been happy to hear Iain was selling wands to mudbloods.
"Slytherin, most likely. I am really ambitious and in times of need cunning," I said with a smirk thinking of how I fit in best with other Slytherins. "What house are you in?"
"Slytherin. I am really ambitious and in times of need cunning," he repeated. "However, this year I will be the fifth year prefect for Slytherin," he said proudly brandishing his badge. I smiled at his pride, he really must love Hogwarts. He probably didn't care he was missing the opportunity of a lifetime, or maybe this was his opportunity of a lifetime.
"Do you live in England?" I asked brightly now fully engaged in conversation.
"Yeah," was all he said looking annoyed and I realized his family must be a touchy subject and tried to redirect my efforts.
"My brother would absolutely love to talk to you, you might know him, Lachlan," I chatted happily. I had never had very many friends before, being the best is a lonely spot. I had always been the best at everything; dancing, school, or anything that I waned to achieve. I always wanted to be center stage, in the spotlight, doing a solo.
"Your brother is Lachlan Ollivander?" he asked incredulously. Tom seemed in awe of the older boy, but shocked at the news.
"Yeah, why?" I demanded curiously.
"Then you must be his little sister, who is betrothed to Cassius Malfoy," he stated simply. Tom seemed offended I had not told him earlier.
"Oh, you heard about that?" I asked miserably. It was not that I disliked Cassius Malfoy, but I wanted to be a dancer. Dancers needed to be fully dedicated. As the wife of a pureblood it would be my job to have a lot of kids, another unsuitable thing for a dancer. I hated Cassius Malfoy because he was going to wreck my future.
"Of course, the engagement was big news in Slytherin House. Do you know when you get married?" he asked in a bored tone. I knew this was a polite way of being nosy.
"On my fifteenth birthday," I replied hating the idea. It was too young, but Cassius was as old as my brother and would have graduated from school by then. On the bright side after I was married I probably would not have to go to Hogwarts. Too bad I would be stuck in a loveless marriage with the man I resented for ruining my life, I thought acerbically.
"Are you two in love?" Tom said making me laugh. I was not in love, I loved my pointe slippers and the barre. I loved it when an audience cheered for me and I loved the feeling of dancing. I did not love Cassius Malfoy.
"Oh yes, we're madly in love," I answered sarcastically. We both burst into laughter, but at that moment in walked my brother, Lachlan, Cassius Malfoy, and Neil Rookwood.
Did I ever mention my brother handpicked Cassius Malfoy because he liked him, and because he has hated everyone I had ever liked? Lachlan has always been a bit overprotective of me because I am his only sister. Lachlan also liked the idea of being brothers with the powerful and popular Cassius Malfoy. Cassius blew me a sarcastic kiss and I wanted to vomit on the floor, but decided against it.
"Having fun?" the words hung in the air like poisoned honey.
"Yes," I said as Tom said, "No."
A/N: Okay I am 'Katie,' but I was obviously not betrothed to anyone, but my brother did tell me who I could date. I really did befriend the quiet kid, who was brilliant and he was an orphan. So this story is about ½ true. It's my birthday: May 21st. Please review this is my first fic, thanks Love, BallerinaBarbie
Disclaimer: I am the girl in the story and all her experiences are mine (Not falling in love with a dark lord part obviously, but the dancing part), but Hogwarts and all Harry Potter Characters belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, Scholastic Books, AOL Time Warner, and a lot of other people who are not me.
Dancing with Darkness
Chapter 1
No parents would ever want to see their child's dreams crash to the ground, but my parents obviously did not care. For seven years I had been training to dance ballet, ever since I was four. I had practiced four hours a day and now all that time was going to be wasted. All those hours I had worked at the barre, or spent perfecting my turnout, it had all been in vain. I had needed to dance, but now it was going to be impossible. My parents had crushed my hopes and now I was going to be forced to live a forced life. I was going to be a witch. My parents were sending me to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to wreck my life. All I had ever wanted was to be a prima ballerina. They claimed magical ability was a gift and it needed to be celebrated. My parents were pureblood wizards who felt a magical training was far more important than a stupid hobby.
I on the other hand felt dancing was a more important gift, not that they cared about what I thought. After all, it was only my life, why should I get to decide what happens to me. So here I sit on some crappy train going to some crappy school, to become some crappy witch. I had pure blood, there had not been a muggle in my family for over five hundred years. Therefore, my life was not my own. My parents had seen to it that I would be provided for and would marry another pureblood wizard, even though I wanted to be a dancer. It was the most important thing in my entire life.
However, the next five minutes would determine the rest of my entire life, not that I had known it at the time. It was then a dark haired boy walked in, a very handsome dark haired boy. He looked older than I did, probably fifteen or sixteen.
"Hello, are you a first year?" the boy asked happily. I felt a small bit of resentment well up against this boy, why in the World would he want to be going to Hogwarts. Then, again almost everyone else seemed happy, everyone but me.
"Unfortunately," I drawled casually trying to hint I didn't really want to talk to him or be riding the train to some god forsaken magic school.
"I'm Tom, Tom Riddle," he said kindly extending his hand, which I did not grab. "Are you a pureblood?" he asked glancing around my cabin. I realized he must be a pureblood supremacist, who only associated with the better half of the wizarding world. It didn't bother me, after all I was slightly prejudice as well, it was how I was raised.
"Of course,"I replied a bit snottily, but he seemed pleased and took the seat next to me, then he glanced at my sandaled feet and his eyes bulged. "What happened to your feet?" he asked bewildered by the many blisters and calluses. I rolled my eyes, whenever anyone saw my feet they would ask that. Not that I blame them. My feet are rather ugly, but after three years of pointe ballet it seemed natural to me.
"I'm a dancer," I replied proudly. Dance was perhaps the one thing in life that I loved, but never shared it openly. It was a muggle pastime and my parents frowned upon it. I had always been careful when mentioning my love of dance to others. Loving anything muggle could be social suicide, but Tom seemed different. He did not seem to care.
"What's being a dancer got to do with bloody feet?" Tom asked pointing openly at my feet, which were bloody from all the stress.
"I dance pointe, you know, ballet," I said trying to make him understand. I grabbed my pointe shoes out of my bag and showed them to him.
"They feel so hard," he said tapping the toe of the shoe against his finger.
"It's wood. You stand up on your toes and dance," I answered laughing at his interest. I had never really known many boys, not many boys were interested in ballet. The boys that were interested in ballet were not interested in girls per se. I had a slight feeling Tom was not interested in ballet, but rather making a friend.
"Will you show me something?" he requested. I thought for a moment, but chose not to. It hurt to dance, and not just my feet.
"I can't. I just can't," I responded softly, Tom looked a bit angry, but nodded. "I don't have tights or feet pads with me," I lied quickly. I had felt so sad about the look of hurt on his face. His sour face seemed to disappear. A few moments of awkward silence passed as I searched for something to say.
"I never asked your name," he said finally.
"Katie Ollivander," I responded extending my hand, and to my intense delight he shook it.
"What house do you suppose you will be in?" he questioned. I had heard all about the Hogwarts' houses from my older brothers. One was a Ravenclaw, and one was a Slytherin. Iain had graduated two years ago, but Lachlan was a sixth year. Iain had decided to go into the family business of wand-making, but father hadn't been happy to hear Iain was selling wands to mudbloods.
"Slytherin, most likely. I am really ambitious and in times of need cunning," I said with a smirk thinking of how I fit in best with other Slytherins. "What house are you in?"
"Slytherin. I am really ambitious and in times of need cunning," he repeated. "However, this year I will be the fifth year prefect for Slytherin," he said proudly brandishing his badge. I smiled at his pride, he really must love Hogwarts. He probably didn't care he was missing the opportunity of a lifetime, or maybe this was his opportunity of a lifetime.
"Do you live in England?" I asked brightly now fully engaged in conversation.
"Yeah," was all he said looking annoyed and I realized his family must be a touchy subject and tried to redirect my efforts.
"My brother would absolutely love to talk to you, you might know him, Lachlan," I chatted happily. I had never had very many friends before, being the best is a lonely spot. I had always been the best at everything; dancing, school, or anything that I waned to achieve. I always wanted to be center stage, in the spotlight, doing a solo.
"Your brother is Lachlan Ollivander?" he asked incredulously. Tom seemed in awe of the older boy, but shocked at the news.
"Yeah, why?" I demanded curiously.
"Then you must be his little sister, who is betrothed to Cassius Malfoy," he stated simply. Tom seemed offended I had not told him earlier.
"Oh, you heard about that?" I asked miserably. It was not that I disliked Cassius Malfoy, but I wanted to be a dancer. Dancers needed to be fully dedicated. As the wife of a pureblood it would be my job to have a lot of kids, another unsuitable thing for a dancer. I hated Cassius Malfoy because he was going to wreck my future.
"Of course, the engagement was big news in Slytherin House. Do you know when you get married?" he asked in a bored tone. I knew this was a polite way of being nosy.
"On my fifteenth birthday," I replied hating the idea. It was too young, but Cassius was as old as my brother and would have graduated from school by then. On the bright side after I was married I probably would not have to go to Hogwarts. Too bad I would be stuck in a loveless marriage with the man I resented for ruining my life, I thought acerbically.
"Are you two in love?" Tom said making me laugh. I was not in love, I loved my pointe slippers and the barre. I loved it when an audience cheered for me and I loved the feeling of dancing. I did not love Cassius Malfoy.
"Oh yes, we're madly in love," I answered sarcastically. We both burst into laughter, but at that moment in walked my brother, Lachlan, Cassius Malfoy, and Neil Rookwood.
Did I ever mention my brother handpicked Cassius Malfoy because he liked him, and because he has hated everyone I had ever liked? Lachlan has always been a bit overprotective of me because I am his only sister. Lachlan also liked the idea of being brothers with the powerful and popular Cassius Malfoy. Cassius blew me a sarcastic kiss and I wanted to vomit on the floor, but decided against it.
"Having fun?" the words hung in the air like poisoned honey.
"Yes," I said as Tom said, "No."
A/N: Okay I am 'Katie,' but I was obviously not betrothed to anyone, but my brother did tell me who I could date. I really did befriend the quiet kid, who was brilliant and he was an orphan. So this story is about ½ true. It's my birthday: May 21st. Please review this is my first fic, thanks Love, BallerinaBarbie
