Riddle Me This, Riddle Me Twins
A/N: So, two days before my departure to India and I'm writing a new fan fiction- how stupid of me! I couldn't resist, though. For those who have read my Doctor who fan fiction- 'An Ocean's Harmony', this is the story I said I would write if I was feeling a touch bit rebellious! Although I had decided it was going to be a short story, my imagination went wild and I decided to write a full story! I get really irritated when I read really good fan fictions, but then authors just abandon them. Well, I was close to that with one of my four fan fictions, but let me tell you, I am not one to just abandon my hard work! I will carry on with this until I finish it. I decided to write this; my first Harry Potter fan fiction; when I recently fell in love with the Harry Potter books. Although I am certainly NOT abandoning this, like I said at the beginning, I am going to India for my grandmother's medicine and I won't be returning until the eighth of September. So, this will be my only update until then. But don't worry; I have written my next chapters!
Hello! My name's Tia. Tia Marge Riddle. And I have a twin brother... Tom Marvolo Riddle.
I go to a magical school called Hogwarts. Many people there have commented on how similar we look, despite being fraternal twins.
I quote:
" Oh, Tia, you only need to chop your hair off and then you'll be Tom's clone!" Sigh. I used to love the attention of being the only twins there in a decade, but after awhile it got really frustrating.
Tom had a wavy, black fringe and a pale, aristocratic face. His jaw line was defined and his cold, green eyes showed arrogance. If I weren't his sister, I probably would swoon for him. The only difference between us was... ahem... and the fact that my hair was longer- it just reached my mid- back.
Tom and I had a rough life in the orphanage. We were often bullied by the other children, but after a few years, Tom had turned into something he wasn't. The tables had turned. He was now bullying them and he was constantly stealing their precious few items and damaging them just as they had damaged us. At the tender age of eleven, we were told about Hogwarts. And that was a few months ago...
"Students, the sorting hat will organize you all into houses. Please do not object and please go to your colour- coordinated table." Dumbledore announced. He did look a bit intimidating. If only he looked like Santa Claus...
" Alson, Marcus!"
" Ravenclaw!"
" Bridge, Ingrid!"
" Slytherin!"
" Clowda, Charles!"
" Griffindor!"
" Ditch, Selena!"
" Hufflepuff!" My brother snorted. But the list went on and we became more and more apprehensive about it. Finally, it hit the 'R's.
" Richardson, Elena!"
" Griffindor!"
" Riddle, Tom!" All eyes were now on Tom. He swallowed and got up, putting up his mask of arrogance. He made his way through the crowd and some people even put out their legs in an attempt to ruin his cold, arrogant and rather intimidating entrance by tripping him up, but he swiftly kicked their legs and they retracted them, wincing in pain as they nursed their foots.
Served them right. Eventually, he reached the sorting hat. His face was impassive, but his eyes were frantically searching for mine. Our eyes locked and I gave him a small smile. I nodded. He nodded in return and let out a breath. The sorting hat was lowered onto his head.
" Hmm, you have the courage of a Griffindor... The intelligence of a Ravenclaw, but Hufflepuff simply won't do... Now Slytherin looks like the place for someone like you..." The hat announced. The teachers looked confused as to why the hat hadn't yelled out his house, but they shrugged and lifted the hat. Tom made his way to the dark green table.
" Riddle, Tia!" My name was announced. Unlike Tom, I stumbled through the crowd. Oh, how elegant. Then, when I had made my way through, I righted my posture and attempted to look like Tom. I caught his eye and he gave me a 'thumbs up'. I gave a quick nod and turned to the sorting hat. I sat down and it was placed on my head.
" Why, a pair of twins! The first we've had in a decade!" The hat commented. " Griffindor won't do for you- you have a fear of darkness and heights..." The pupils snorted and Tom gave his table a dark glare. They immediately shut up." Ravenclaw would suit you due to your intelligence- my, how like your brother... Hufflepuff would also suit due to your loyalty and respect for your only family..." Tom almost sneered when the hat said that Hufflepuff would suit me, but when it spoke about my loyalty and respect for him, his eyes showed pride. " But you have the calculating wit of a Slytherin. You are quick and sharp when you want to be, but Slytherin is certainly the place for you."
After that, my brother and I kept together. We sat next to each other and we shared answers in assessments and tests. We even pleaded our way into sharing a room with a bunk bed. It certainly worked; despite Dumbledore's scary exterior, he really was an old softy inside- if a little suspicious of my brother. It was midnight. I plodded down to our room after a quick trip to the toilets and gently pushed the door open before flopping onto the lower bunk. Tom stuck his head down from the top bunk.
" What's the matter?" He asked. I groaned and flopped back.
" Nothing's the matter, Tommy." I replied. He eyed me for a second longer before climbing back up. He was still awake, I could tell, but I wanted to know why. " Tommy, go to bed." I commanded.
" I'm the older one, so I tell you what to do." He retorted. Despite it being a playful line, it sent fearful shivers down my spine. An hour later, I heard soft snoring. I couldn't sleep- but I wasn't allowed to use potions unless in the infirmary. Moments later, I heard Tom's laboured breathing and thrashing about in the mattress above. "NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" He shouted. I got out of bed and climbed up the ladder to his bunk. His hair was slick with sweat and his face was pink. His striped pyjamas were ruffled and he was constantly on the move. But what got my attention was that his movements were restricted- as if held by chains. I hopped into his bed and sat next to him, pondering whether I should be merciful and wake him up or leave him to be energized for the coming day with his sleep. I chose to wake him up. I shook his arm.
" Tom?" I hissed. " Tom?!" He did nothing to show he heard me." By Salazar, you are a heavy sleeper." I murmured. Just then, I remembered my strange ability to speak with snakes.
My six year old self sat outside, isolated whilst Tom fought in the back ground with Darren. I played with the dirt, making shapes and small mounds with it when a snake came into view. Startled, I jumped back, frightened. The snake made its way closer, inching nearer and nearer to me.
' Thank you for freeing me from the dirt prisssson, ssssnakeling.' It hissed. I felt my lips moving on their own accord.
' You're welcome, sssssir.' I replied and watched as it slithered away.
' Tom? Wake up, sssssnakeling.' I commanded in this strange language. His movements stilled and his eyes snapped open. I hopped back in fear. Why?
Because his usually sparkling- green eyes had turned blood red. He opened his mouth to speak.
' I shall give you the chanccccce of a life time, sssssisssster.' He bit out. It looked like a strange force was commanding him to say things he didn't want to.
' What chanccccce?' I replied, the rest of my body paralyzed with fear.
' I am Lord Voldemort, the presssssently unknown dark ssssside of your brother. I shall return ssssssoon. Remember my offer, ssssssisssster. I shall return.' He said.
' But you gave me no offer!' I exclaimed.
' I shall tell you when I return.' He replied. Quaking with fear, I yelped when his body shot into a sitting position. But I stared into his eyes and saw the calm, sparkling green with in his iris again, with a tint of fear. ' You sssssspoke with Voldemort, didn't you?' He was also trembling. I nodded, hesitantly.
" Drop the snake language, Tommy." I ordered in English, wondering how my life had gotten from a normal child in an orphanage to speaking snake with the dark side of my brother. He shook.
" Tia, I had a night mare. Please?" He asked his vulnerable side showing as he left the unspoken request. I nodded and crawled next to him, curling up as our twin, eleven year old bodies slept on the mattress, all thoughts of Voldemort forgotten.
A/N: Shock! Horror! Voldie has entered and poisoned the mind of our innocent * Ahem, cute* Tom Riddle! What will happen to him?
The title page picture is of my little sister as Tia Riddle- since she is much more gorgeous than me! She nabbed a bit of my hair dye, though. It does suit her; she used to have these amazing black, tight curls but she straightened her hair. If you want to see both of us, you can go back to my profile and there I am! Many people have said I look a lot like my sis, but she has her own individual personality. In fact, she's twelve and someone asked me if she's fifteen :S
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