Tom Riddle is in his fifth year, and everything is going well for him until a mysterious girl joins the school. Why has she joined so late? And why doesn't she like the school?
And to make matters worse, when the school Governors come to visit, they bring something with them.
Something to change the course of Tom's future forever.
PREFACE- Tom RiddleMy name was common.
It is what ties me to the pathetic creatures that walk blindly around the Earth, killing each other and breeding like swarming rats.
No longer.
Tom Marvolo Riddle is no longer alive. He has been re-born as a Lord.
Lord Voldemort.
Chapter 1The books flew from the tiny girl's hands with a casual wave of Tom's wand. She whirled around, lip trembling and tears in her eyes and stopped short when she saw a crowd of sixth year Slytherin boys.
"Pick them up then scum." Rudolphus jeered, folding his arms and winking at Bellatrix Black as she giggled admiringly.
The first year's eyes grew round and the tears overflowed onto her cheeks.
Tom scowled in disgust. Weak muggle blood ran in her veins; she would be handicapped for life. How could a decent pure wizard mate with an animal? It was sickening.
The little girl scrabbled on her hands and knees, trying to pick up all of the books before turning and sprinting down the corridor sobbing.
The Slytherin group whooped and yelled, and Tom stood in the centre, a slow smile spreading across his face until the bell rang shrilly.
"Come on. We'll be late for our first lesson." He muttered, already making his way to the dungeons.
The group followed, even though half of them weren't even doing potions this year. They wanted to bask in his glory; all they wanted to do was please him. Boys did his bidding without a second thought, girls clustered around him, all clamouring for his attention, or even just a sign of acknowledgement.
"Tom! What are you doing at lunch?"
"How was your summer Tom?"
"I met this gorgeous girl Tom, you wouldn't believe…"
He raised a hand lazily to shut them up. Sometimes the attention grew tiresome, but only sometimes.
The dungeon was full of blue mist as they entered it. It smelled of citrus fruits, and everyone inhaled greedily on the threshold.
"Come in Tom! Do sit down, I've got your favourite seat right here…" Professor Slughorn motioned towards a bench at the very back of the class, grinning at his favourite student.
"Thank you sir." Tom made his way to the bench, feeling the eyes of all the students on him, and basking in yet more attention. His band of followers trailed after him and as he took his place in the middle chair, they argued about who would next to him.
Rudolphus won as usual, with Crabbe managed to secure the other.
"As I was saying, the OWL year will be trying for most of you, so I have organised an extra potions help clinic for those who need my help after school on a Tuesday."
Tom smirked. He certainly would not be attending that, and anyone who did must be a complete troll.
"We also have a new student in our class, which is most unusual this late in the school career, may I introduce Miss Peverell… "
The whole class sat up straight, and even Tom's group stopped their whispers to look up curiously.
A girl stepped up next to Professor Slughorn. She had silky red hair that fell in waves to just below her shoulders, and her skin was alabaster. Her eyes were a light hazel in colour, taking in every staring face nervously.
Every male in the room drew a sharp intake of breath.
"You may sit there, next to Miss Crouch." Professor Slughorn pointed her to a seat at the very front of the class, and she sat down blushing furiously.
Tom leaned forward in his seat as the Professor started to drone on about OWL commitments.
The girl was unpacking her bag, laying her quill neatly by her parchment, and placing her potions book next to them. She seemed to be trying to avoid looking at everyone, and everyone was trying hard to stare at her as much as they could.
A new girl in fifth year? Impossible, thought Tom, Completely against tradition.
That curiosity would turn out to be fatal.