Warning: If you haven't read Chronicle of Riddle, I advise you do so since this is the sequel of it.

Chronicles of Riddle II

DISCLAIMER: ALL THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE! THEY BELONG EXCLUSIVELY TO J.K ROWLING.

Summary:

A different path has been conceived for him to follow. Six years later, a teenager Tom Riddle has to battle with his inner demons. He has to decide what matters the most, his hunger for power or those who truly care for him.

1945

She looked back through the window, watching as the beautiful castle behind her started to disappear down the horizon. Six long years she had spent in there. If she closed her eyes, she could see perfectly every single detail. She could see the front doors, every single classroom, her comfortable dorms, the dinning hall… everything.

It was harder than she thought it would be. The thought of leaving a part of her world behind made her nauseous. It had been inside those castle walls that she had found true friends; she had found her true self. She knew now exactly who she was.

A seventeen years old Gretchen, was returning to her origins. She was returning to a world that she had learned to forget, to put it behind her back as if it never existed. Now, there she was on the train back home.

Her father, despise the ministry inquires about the mystery of his resurrection was given a job by the new headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.

Mr. Caswell was excited about this new job; he was going to be the new muggle studies teacher and now Gretchen had no other choice but to follow her father back to England.

As the train pulled to a stop, Gretchen grabbed her belongings and sighed before she stepped outside. She looked a head of her. Her father was smiling and waving at her. Her lips formed a smile in her pale features. She dropped her luggage and ran towards her father evolving him in a warm hug.

"It's good to finally see you again." Her father said placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"I missed you, father." Gretchen said smiling. "How is everything with the ministry?"

"Fine, just fine." He answered smiling sadly as he noticed how much she had grown since the last time they had seen each other. "Get your things; we already are late for Hogwarts!"

Gretchen watched as her father apparated. She stood still for some seconds as she felt that an odd feeling was awakening inside her. Her heart started to race, she was definitely returning and there was no way back. With a last peek around her she too apparated only to appear moments later in front of the Hogwarts gates.

She glanced over her father who tapped once his wand on the gates lock. Immediately the gates started to open allowing them to enter. She smiled quietly; her amazing green eyes were sparkling with pride and joy for her father. For the first time since she had asked for his soul, he looked truly happy.

"Alright!" Her father exclaimed as he closed the gates. "Let's get you installed, shall we?" Gretchen nodded and followed her father absorbed in her own thoughts not really paying attention to what he was saying.

Meanwhile at the Ravenclaw boy's dorm, a dark haired boy was lying on his bed. He kept staring at the ceiling as if it he was waiting for something to happen. A lot had changed in these last six years. Not everything went according to his plans, but nothing of that mattered now.

All that mattered was her. He was upset that he could not do anything to help her. She had pushed him away just like that, no second chances. Though he resented that, he knew it was for the best. He would only end up hurting her even more.

He had tried everything, he had ready every single book. But it seemed that her medical condition really was one of a kind. Only now he could see how weak he had been as Lord Voldemort. He thought he was a God, that he could reach everything and that he could perform any spell he wanted. He was wrong, and that was the cause of his death.

Tom Riddle sat up abruptly as his hands touched the golden medallion that he wore in a small chain around his neck. The entire room was covered in darkness for the exception of the golden light that the medallion was producing.

"What the-"Tom whispered as his eyes widened.

Flashback

The young boy sat down and placed the medallion on the desk. "Let's just go to the point of this little meeting." Tom said somewhat prickly about sitting with the elder wizard right in the morning. Dumbledore chuckled.

"Very well" The elder man said wrinkling his eyebrow. "I have made some discoveries about the medallion." Tom nodded impatiently. "Have you ever read something concerning what happens after Death is destroyed?"

"No." Tom answered quickly, leaning forward. Dumbledore smiled as he knew he had caught the boy full attention.

"Well, then… I will tell you what I discovered some days ago." Dumbledore stood up and paused to look at the younger boy a head of him. "When Death is destroyed, the medallion immediately finds a new owner."

"What? But that-"

"Let me finish." Tom quiet down, his onyx eyes sending invisible daggers at the old man. "The new owner is not me, nor you, for if it was one of us we immediately would have turned something not human, but a mere slave… a soul keeper."

The auburn wizard slowly walked towards one of the shelves and retrieved the same book, Tom and Gretchen had found in the restriction area.

Tom eyes met his bright blue ones. "But that means… that means-"

"Yes, the medallion has chosen Miss Caswell as the next soul keeper."

Flashback

"It can't be." Tom told himself. It was silly, the medallion was wrong. She wasn't in Hogwarts… she couldn't be. But then again, why would the medallion glow that way? "Stupid girl." Tom said as he jumped out of bed.

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Climbing back the stairs towards the Ravenclaw common room was easier than she thought. She was amazed at how well she knew the way back. She smiled to herself as she answered to the riddle and the door opened. She stepped inside looking at the room; it was exactly how she remembered it.

As the door closed she froze on the spot. She could feel a presence in the room, his presence. Gretchen didn't turn around to make sure, she knew.

Tom was leaning against the wall; his arms were crossed against his chest. His eyes were stuck on her back. She had changed… she was no more the chubby little girl he once knew. No, she was a woman now.

"Tom Riddle." She spoke at last turning around. Her green eyes met his and her heart skipped a beat.

Who would have known that Tom Riddle was the most handsome boy she had ever seen?

"Caswell." He said smirking. His voice was calm and deep. "I see that you just could not stay away, couldn't you?"

Gretchen snorted. "Yes, it's nice to see you too, Riddle."

"You shouldn't have returned." He whispered darkly. Gretchen raised an eyebrow not sure of what she had heard.

"What?" She asked eyeing him in confusion.

The Slytherin heir moved away from the wall and walked closer to her. Her black hair was long; it reached the end of her back. She had become paler and she was as tall as he was. She had become a beautiful woman. Sure Tom had seen what true beauty was, there were a lot of girls out there that were more beautiful than Gretchen, but she had something that the other girls didn't. She had a natural aura around her that contaminates everyone.

Her eyes tried to read his thoughts but with no results. His eyes were cold and expressionless as always.

"Nothing." He answered at last. He didn't need to worry her about it just now.

What was Dumbledore thinking anyway? He knew the risks… she was to become the soul keeper. The medallion already felt her presence, its owner presence.

"Right." Gretchen answered letting out a loud yawn. "If you excuse me Riddle, I ought to go to bed."

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Ariana, woke up quite grumpy. Not death grumpy, just grumpy. Part of it was that she had gone to sleep a bit too late. She blamed him. There was no doubt that it was his fault that she had fallen asleep that late. He was the guilty one after all. It was because of him that she had stayed awake.

Tom Riddle, the reason of her sleepless nights. Quite pathetic now that she thought of it. She was sure that he would not lose a night of sleep just because of her. Groaning she left her bed, her naked feet making contact with the cold stoned floor.

She ran towards the bathroom, swearing silently in order not to wake up her dorm mates.

After thirty minutes she was ready. She took a last look to the mirror, she did look somewhat presentable.

Ariana was starving; she could feel her stomach complain for food for she hadn't eaten anything last night. Riddle's fault again.

As Ariana got to the common room, she saw her best friend, Elizabeth waiting for her.

"Morning." Elizabeth said happily. Ariana raised an eyebrow that usually meant I'm-in-a-killer-mood. However, Elizabeth paid no mind to it. "You won't believe it! Daniel Kolsson has asked me out!"

Ariana rolled her eyes. Why was everyone except her lucky with boys?

The great hall was already packed with hungry students. Ariana forgot the food for a moment. Her blue eyes were surveying the Ravenclaw table, looking for a certain dark haired boy. She looked again and couldn't find him. She sighed. She tried again, but this time on the Slytherin table.

There he was, eating quietly with his stupid friends around him. Ariana couldn't move.

So this is how it was going to be… She thought sadly.

She saw his head turning in her direction. Her heart stared to race, an odd feeling ran through her stomach. His onyx eyes seemed to be reading her blue ones.

Ariana didn't know how long they stood there staring at each other; she just couldn't seem to break the eye contact. His eyes were so captivating, his lips so… so kissable.

OH my god! His lips are so kissable? Control yourself Ariana

Tom Riddle eyes widened in shock. Did he hear it well? She thought his lips were kissable. The Slytherin heir shook his head quietly, a small smile played in his lips.

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"Please do sit down, miss Caswell." Her old transfiguration professor asked politely. As Gretchen did so, her heart seemed to stop for a brief moment. Something was telling her that he had no good news. "You must be wondering the why of this little gathering."

Gretchen nodded quietly waiting impatiently for the man to blurt it out at once.

"You see, when you left us six years ago…" Dumbledore paused. Gretchen noticed he seemed quite uncomfortable. "Alright, let me try again." He said chuckling lightly. "After Death was destroyed the medallion chose another owner, a new ripper." The headmaster paused.

Gretchen looked dumbfounded. A new ripper… they haven't read anything about it.

"The medallion can only choose those who held it in their hands. A worthy substitute, it hasn't chosen me or Tom." Albus Dumbledore smiled in an apologetic way. Gretchen stood there, sat near his desk. His words were echoing in her head over and over.

"It hasn't chosen me or Tom"

A/N:O This is it… The sequel is on! How do you like it? What do you think? Bad? Good? Please let me know !