Hey, well, this is my first ever Tom Riddle fanfiction written in English. English is not my native so please tell me if there are huge grammer mistakes.

Running away from home was the best thing she had done in her life.

She didn't have to watch her mother and father argue all the time anymore.

And finally she had a real summer holiday. Now, it was time to go back. Actually, they had already gone back, they were having their dinner in the Great Hall. She tucked some chicken into her mouth, looking around with blank eyes.

"Lucretia, hey?"

She leaped up as she heard Martha and looked at her "What?" she said after she ate the chicken.

"You didn't listen to me, did you?" Martha asked.

"Should I lie?" Lucretia asked.

"No, you really shouldn't."

"Then I didn't."

Martha took a deep breath "Is something bothering you? You look so thoughtful."

"I'm always thoughtful." Lucretia replied while drinking her pumpkin juice.

"I'm your friend, Lucretia. You can trust me." she said. She was the closest thing as a friend that Lucretia had. Yet, she hadn't given her a proper secret since their first year. She had plenty of them, though. But she preferred to keep them to herself. She was not a very social girl, she loved being alone way too much.

"Not that speech again," she grumbled "I know, okay?

"It doesn't seem like you do."

"Oh for Merlin's sake, Martha, it's the first day of our sixth year and we are arguing!"

Martha frowned "I know that something happened in summer and sooner or later, you'll have to tell me."

Lucretia raised an eyebrow "How can you be so sure, red-head?"

"I know you well."

"Oh, you certainly do not."

Martha heaved a sigh "What's the matter? I know there is."

"There. Is. No. Matter." Lucretia said, her voice rising and causing the gang to look at her.

"Fine!" Martha said angrily and stood up, walking away. She facepalmed herself. She just couldn't be a good friend. It was so hard for her that she would prefer having the OWLs all over again.

"You're certainly not good at this," Abraxas Malfoy said.

"Oh, shut up, blondie." Lucretia muttered "Don't you have anything better to do?"

"You're the most wrong-headed girl I've ever met." Malfoy grumbled and turned back to Vincent Lestrange.

She took a deep breath but froze when she met those dark eyes. She quickly turned her glance away. But then, she felt something. Like, something was pushing the walls she had built in her mind. Someone was trying to block her Occlumency.

She closed her eyes and focused, not letting that person block it. But it was hard, she moaned in pain when he/she drew back. She rubbed her temples, that had not been a very nice experience. She stood up and without waiting for whole house, she went to the dungeons. She had learned the password from a fifth year prefect.

She smiled when she saw the familiar Common Room. She loved that place. She climbed the stairs and got in the dormitory that the sixth years stayed. Martha was already asleep. She tried her best not to wake her up and took her book from her trunk, then went downstairs. She sat on the single seat that was near the fireplace. That was her place since her third year or so.

She was Lucretia Himura, half Japanese half English, daughter of Alexia Black and Bolin Himura. Her father was from one of the noblest wizarding families in Japan, but when he was little Lucretia's grandmother and grandfather had moved to London, they wanted their son to have his education from the best wizarding school. And her mother was from the noblest family in Europe.

So their marriage was no surprise.

Everyone knew she was Japanese since her first day in Hogwarts. Her slanting, brown eyes were shouting this. But her hair was like her mother's. It was long, half straight half wavy, and brown. Today, it was straight. She haven't found out why it was like that but she loved it anyway.

She was a quiet type, mostly no one noticed her even though she was the top of her class. But, she was sharing that title with someone else. Another person from Slytherin. It was nice, though, that they were both Slytherins. In any case, they got the points.

She read her book till it was half past ten. When she realised that, she placed her bookmark and closed the book. She yawned, it was early to sleep but she was tired. Normally, she hardly ever slept before twelve. She didn't need much sleep to focus on her lessons and wander around the castle all day.

When she was about to stand up, she felt that pushing again. She closed her eyes tight, trying to send that person away harshly. But it was like a coil spring and he/she forced more to break her walls. She took a deep breath and managed to send him/her away and moaned in pain, loudly this time. But it was not the thing that made her slanting eyes widen. It was the other moan that she heard inside the common room.

She quickly stood up and walked to the stairs but leaned the wall, her eyes closed, when a memory began to play in front of her eyes. A memory that didn't belong to her.

She was talking to a gigantic creature. A... Snake, perhaps. She telling it to kill any mudblood that stepped inside the bathroom. But she had no idea which bathroom was that. The snake was responding her, calling her master, and saying that it would do that with great pleasure.

She opened her eyes as the memory ended. She was breathing heavily, she had no idea when did she climb the stairs as quick as lightning. She got inside the dormitory, she wasn't surprised when she saw that all the girls were sleeping. She took a deep breath, took off her uniform and wore her black kimono and got under her quilt.

What the hell has just happened?

But the scariest thing was, after remembering the last year's events, she exactly knew who that mudblood was. But she hadn't killed the mudblood. For Merlin's sake, she had never seen that creature before. But she knew that the person who was trying to break her walls was behind all those petrified students and that dead mudblood girl. When he/she was trying to break them, he/she had left a very precious memory to her. She couldn't help herself but smirk. She really wanted to know who that person was. So he/she would owe her a favour to make her keep silent.

Oh, she loved that cunning Slytherin inside her so much.

So... How was it? It'll be awesome if you leave some reviews!!

The thing about this story is, I won't be updating frequently. Because lately I've lost the spirit, I can't write even if I want it so badly. It's so rare, the times I write and that drives me crazy. I've written a couple of chapters, I'll be posting them for a little while. You'll realise it when I run out of them.

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