SO DISAPOINTED IN YOU PROLOGUE:
This is the story about how Tom Marvolo Riddle had fallen in love at the young age of thirteen with a pretty girl who had long black hair and deep blue eyes; the color of a ocean during a storm. The most unique Slytherin he had and ever would meet. This is his story and I, Lord Voldemort will tell it. But I don't have much time, seconds is the only time spared for this story so pay attention; I will not repeat myself, I will not pause, my thoughts are collected and this story is once again engraved into my mind (no matter how I wish it would just disappear) and it needs to be told. Otherwise, I may burst.
Now . . . I begin . . .
It was the year 1940 and Tom Riddle was thirteen years old, preparing to board onto the Hogwarts Express for his third time. He was relieved to be free of the wretched orphanage Dippet and Dumbledore forced him to return to at the end of term each year. The young Slytherin couldn't keep the small smile from his face at the sight of the billowing steam, and the scarlet red of the train. Tom quickly searched for an empty compartment. Despite his many "friends" he preferred most of his time alone.
Tom sighed when he realized that luck was not with him that day. There were no free compartments to choose from whatsoever. He backtracked searching for a compartment that was the least preoccupied as possible. Finally he found the perfect one. Inside was another Slytherin girl who was in his same year, he believed her last name to be Chang but her first escaped him. From what he remembered she was a quiet girl who like Tom was an outcast of sorts. It was such a harsh word in Toms mind, but what other name could he give himself.
He opened the door but she didn't appear to notice. She was looking out the window her legs curled up onto the seat next to her an open book in her hand. Her lips were slightly puckered to the side, as if she chewing on the inside of her cheek. Her slender fingers were absent mindedly twirling her long black hair in between her fingers. Tom felt the train lurch beneath him and felt his heart leap uncontrollably; they were on their way to Hogwarts now.
He cleared his throat, and the girls head snapped so quickly to face him that he wondered if she would suffer from whiplash. He cocked his head to the side. Her eyes were black? And then they changed to a deep blue. She must've been thinking really hard.
"Hello. Could I sit here? Everywhere else is full." Tom flashed her his smile that had earned him all of his success for the past two years at Hogwarts.
"Oh," she ran her fingers through her hair, seeming slightly confused on her surroundings. "Sure, Tom."
He was stuffing his trunk into the overhead cupboard and he stiffened. He wasn't expecting for her to know his name even though they had shared nearly all of their class together in their previous years, but she had seemed so distant a detached. He felt slightly guilty that she knew his name and he not hers.
"You know my name?" he asked curiously, plopping down into the seat opposite of hers.
She snorted, "Every Slytherin knows your name. What, did it escape your notice that nearly everyone respects you?" she smirked the trademark smirk that all true Slytherins mastered at one time or another.
Tom immediately decided he liked this girl, but he liked her praises more. He shrugged returning the smirk. "Must have, Chang."
"You know my name?" she asked using his own words.
"To an extent." She raised her eyebrow at him, amused. "I only know your last name," he said answering her unasked question.
She laughed. "Lin."
He smiled back at her, before she turned her attention back to her book (which she abandoned ten minutes later to look out the window once more). That was the first time Tom Riddle's interest for the opposite sex was prodded and poked until he turned and excited his cave to have a look. He watched silently as she was capsized by her own thoughts, and he found himself falling deep into his own, but there was something different about them. Instead of planning his possible success in the future he was thinking about Lin Chang. Something about her was oddly . . . similar and yet she was so different as well. He had to know more about her. Needed to.
Which, he reminded himself with a small smirk, wouldn't be too hard in the first place.
How do you like? And yes its really short but it's a PROLOGUE so it can be short without needing an explanation and yet here I am cuz I'm slightly bored…. Yeah… so Review and tell me what you thought. I pretty much have most of this story planned out but really only the ending. So the middle chapters (just to warn you) may or may not be rough or atleast not my best work but I'll try my bestest!