A/N: Okay, so I know that the few of you that actually read the story might be a little bit confused, don't worry, I would be to. I didn't like that first begining at all! That what I get for just rushing into things though, I know, and I'm sorry!! So I decided to rewrite a new begining, and I defintaly will be able to work with this one a lot better! So, I'm sorry again for chaging this up on you! But please read this one and tell me what ya think.

DICLAIMER: YOU KNOW THE DRILL, I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS THAT J.K. ROWLING HAS CREATED HER SELF!

Restless (Version 2)

Chapter 1: Year 7

"And So It Begins"

Some say that Tom Marvolo Riddle never loved at all, they say that he didn't even have a heart or that he couldn't comprehend love. This is a lie. There was a girl that became his ultimate weakness; the one he could say absolutely anything to, a girl that could weaken his defenses with one smile, one kiss. That girl was me, and this is my story of Lord Voldemort's rise and fall to power.

It started my final year at Hogwarts, the year that was the most precious to me. I wanted to be an Auror. How ironic, right? All my focuses were on my studies and I was constantly in the library checking and rechecking facts. However, that boy always knew how to coax me out of my 'ultimate study mode'. He basically wrestled me out of the library every night.

The things I love the most about him were his smiles. He had hundreds of them and each one made my stomach flip and my knees go weak. His lips were so soft and warm against mine. His arms were always comforting and seemed to fit perfectly with my body. He was my first everything. I was really shy, but he could bring out my outgoing side and basically make me do anything he wanted. His feathery hair was jet black and was cut just above his ears in small curls. He had big puppy dog eyes that were so blue it was as if I was looking at the sky, and they always made me melt into a little puddle. We were both in Slytherin but it was no secret that I was half-blood, but he (being pureblood) didn't care. He was all that I ever wanted.

As you have probably figured out, I am not talking about future Mr. Lord Voldemort. No, my first love was Aaron Black. Tom, however, was my enemy. We had been fighting for that number one spot ever since we stepped foot into the classroom. It was no contest, though, that we were both the most advanced students in the entire school, and there was not a day that went by with out a snide remark from the both of us. But, as many friendships start, we became kinda, sorta, okay not close but we were defiantly more than acquaintances at the beginning of our 7th year.

Anyways, it was starting to bug me how needy Aaron had suddenly became. There was always something new he wanted from me every time we were alone. I started to feel used, but I was just happy that I was lucky enough to be with him, period. Then, one night we were walking along the shore of the Great Lake, after hours of course but it was much more romantic at night. Everything was perfect, the moon was full and it's light danced off the surface of the lake, the night was warm, and Aaron was by my side. He had brought a blanket and we set it down just out of reach of the water. We lied down and watched the stars in silence. His arms were wrapped around me tight as I rested on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"Sophie?" he said softly.

"Hm?" I replied, my eyes closed and a small smile played across my face.

"We've been together for a long time now, wouldn't you think?"

"I guess," I replied. Actually it had been exactly seven months, two weeks and three days, but I wasn't going to say that out loud.

"You know that I love you more than anything in this world, right?"

I wasn't sure where he was going with this, but I decided to play along. "Of course, luv."

"I would do anything to prove it to you—"

At that moment all sorts of bells and whistles went off in my head and I hoped to God that he wasn't going to say what I thought he was. But he did…damnit.

"—would you do anything to prove your love to me?" his voice was innocently sweet enough to make me puke. I finally knew his true intentions.

I pulled myself out of his arms, "Aaron, why? Have I not done enough to please you or something?"

"Sophie," he sat up with me and ran a hand through my long, dirty blonde hair. His voice was barely above a whisper and held a pleading tone, "Sophie, I want to take our relationship to the next level, that's all."

My eyes searched his as if I would find some answer within the deep pools of blue, "The 'next level' can wait until I have a wedding band around my finger." I told him sternly, thinking that I had ended the discussion. I was wrong.

Aaron just smiled, a sweet, loving, I-know-what-you-want kind of smile and kissed me. I just assumed that he was trying to say sorry but his kiss became fiercer. His hands were running down my body, but stopped just below my belly button.

"Sophie, darling, please," he mumbled into my neck.

"No!" I tried to push him off but he was too strong. "Aaron, please, stop!" He wasn't though, and I was becoming very scared. I left my wand in the dormitory and we were to far away for anyone to hear my screams. I then began mentally smacking my self for being so stupid. He had planned this all along and that dirty bastard wasn't leaving until he got what he wanted.

"Aaron!" I shouted as I felt his hand rub the inside of my thigh, "Stop!"

I have no idea what the bloody hell Tom was doing on the grounds at 1:00 in the morning, I never got a straight answer from him, but I was so damn overjoyed to see him. Aaron, however, wasn't so thrilled.

"What are you doing here?" he looked at Tom with a menacing face. At that point and time, I was terrified. I never dreamed that his handsome features could ever twist that way.

"Leave her alone," Tom demanded softly.

"I'll do whatever I damn well please, Riddle. Why do you even care?" Aaron hissed. His was the only face I could see, he had my arms pinned above my head and straddled my stomach, making it impossible for me to move.

"Let go of her, Black. Now," Tom said quietly, I could tell from his voice that his face mirrored Aaron's.

Aaron smiled wickedly, "Make me." And bent down to kiss me again, I screamed and struggled to escape his grasp. Suddenly, there was a bright flash of red and Aaron was thrown off me. I heard his splash in the lake and little droplets of water tickled my face. I was stunned and didn't move. Where had my sweet Aaron gone to? The Aaron who would always call me beautiful and listened to me when I had a bad day? I was convinced that somehow he was replaced with a disgusting monster.

"Are you alright?" said Tom gruffly and offered his hand.

I didn't realize that he had spoken until I saw his hand in front of my face, "Oh, um…yeah," I muttered and took his hand. "Thank you, Tom, very much." Our eyes locked momentarily, his gaze seemed to pierce right through mine and his face was completely impassive. I never noticed how sharp his cheekbones were and his eyes were almost intoxicating.

He coughed a little, "Well, do you want to just leave him here?" Motioning towards Aaron's limp body. I managed a small smile, realizing it was a joke and followed him silently towards the castle, Aaron floating beside us like he was on an invisible gurney. We arrived at the common room quickly and I was amazed that we had met no one along the way.

There was an awkward silence when we stepped into the eerie emerald room. "I don't know how to repay you," I said, eager to break the uneasy quiet. The smoldering logs in the fireplace, casting a sickly green tint onto Tom's face, lighted the room.

"Join me," He whispered.

"Excuse me, what?" I said, my eyes snapping to his. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Don't act stupid," he replied sharply, "You know exactly what I mean." His dark brown eyes never left my forest green gaze.

It was true that I had overheard many of my fellow Slytherins talk about Tom's little gang. They were referred to as "Death Eater". That name still gives me goose bumps whenever mentioned. I had always thought that they were just another of the many cliques at Hogwarts. "Why?" I asked. Most of his followers were boys that were butt ugly or too weird for me to even notice.

"You and I could become great," Tom said quietly and smiled, but it wasn't a nice smile, it made his strong features frightening and evil looking.

"I don't know," I replied slowly.

"You can be considered as one of the greatest witches to ever walk this earth, Sophia," his confident words came out so smoothly, he hadn't looked away from me for a second. "For how long?"

"You may leave whenever you like. However, when you are with me, you must do what I want with no questions asked and I, in return, will protect you and provide you your necessities to live," his reply was breathless and his eyes glittered with excitement.

And cue irony! I was going to become an Auror for Heaven's sake! Was I to join a league of people I knew were wicked and definitely up to no good. Was I to become partners with their leader? I finally tore my gaze from Tom's and turned towards the fireplace, looking at him through the corner of my eye. He was still watching me. I know that I am a very talented, so is becoming an Auror really the best decision? Like Tom said, I could become the most powerful witch of all time!

"Whenever I want to, eh?" I faced him, "You swear it?"

"Yes," he said quickly. He was so hard to read.

I hesitated for a moment, but just a moment, "I'll do it then," I whispered.

Tome smiled again but this time not so weirdly, it was warm and gave my stomach a prickly feeling. "I shall be contacting you soon." He turned sharply towards his dormitory with Aaron still floating oddly beside him.

I stood in the dimly lit room for a few minutes before retiring to bed myself. My head was swimming with questions, flashes of what had transpired in the last hour, and it was very hard for me to focus on reaching my bed in silence. But once my head hit the pillow, I started to feel better and I tried to calm myself down long enough to gather my thoughts. I had no idea how Aaron was going to react to being attacked tomorrow morning, and did I just make a deal with Tom Riddle? What was he going to contact me about? Despite my confusion a kind of excitement rose within me, I was going to be powerful. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind.

"And so it begins," I said to myself.

A/N: So, what did you think? Don't be shy! Just tell me what's on your mind, good or bad because I welcome constructive critasism (sp) with wide open arms! I defintaly like this begining better, but idk what you are thinking. So press that pretty bluish button, and tell me cause reveiws make me happy! hehe

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