Chapter 2: Conflicts

A melodic laugh rang around the corridors of Hogwarts, the autumn sun was shining through the windows and the corridors were seemingly empty.

A teenager of sixteen suddenly appeared coming through a wall from the left.

Her white hair seemed unearthly as the sun hit off it and the one streak of black stood out as her sun kissed face lit up in her laughter. Her purple eyes were twinkling with humour and her plump pink lips were set in a smirk.

She was 5ft9 and the joggers and tank top she wore hid the perfectly formed curves her body held.

Amethyst Giselle NaStasia had grown up quite a bit since she was dropped off in the London orphanage all those years ago.

She was now 16 and had the confidence of a striking spitfire.

"Meth you tormenting little witch get back here now," a voice rang around.

Amethyst flipped the badge in her fingers sitting on the banister with a smirk.

A handsome boy walked around the corner with his eyebrow raised. His black hair fell neatly around his face and his robes were on in a pristine condition. The green and silver crest on his chest stood out from the black fabric.

Tom Riddle had grown up just as much as Amethyst and as he had grown his looks had fallen into place.

He held his hand out, daring her to do anything else.

"I'm late, Meth," he said glowering at her as she continued to smirk at him flipping the badge up and down.

"You're such a spoil sport," Amethyst said leaning back dramatically. "Why do I hang around with two stuck up prefects again?" she asked before laughing as she fell backwards.

Tom sighed and went over to the banister.

She did this often when she was bored.

She finally reached the bottom floor before she suddenly started floating back up with the density of a bubble.

She flipped him the badge as she reached him.

He caught the badge and took off at a run.

Amethyst rolled her eyes before going to find some of her more normal and less rigid friends.

Rubicelle looked up as the portrait to the prefect's lounge opened.

She was the spitting image of her sister except for her eyes and the fact that when reading she had to wear glasses. Most of the time her hair was down like a curtain around her face unlike her sister's organised pony tail.

Tom entered and threw her an exaggerated look.

She smiled slightly knowing she was thankful that her twin had decided to steal Tom's badge instead of her own like she had been planning before hand.

"You're late Riddle," the head boy said coldly.

"I had to deal with Amethyst," Tom said just as cold.

It was known all around Hogwarts that Amethyst was like a poltergeist when she got started.

No one else questioned his lateness.

The meeting droned on and on.

"Last thing is we've been asked by professor Dumbledore to keep Amethyst NaStasia away from the house elves. It seems the elves have taken a liking to NaStasia and they're fighting over who gets to do things for her,"

Rubicelle shook her head subtly how on earth was it that her sister managed to cause mayhem without even trying.

"That will more than likely fall to the two of you," the head girl said pointing to Rubicelle and Tom.

"Pssh you try keeping tabs on her," Tom said rubbing his temples. "It's like trying to keep tabs on a niffler in a jewellery store,"

"Don't forget to keep an eye out on anyone who looks suspicious, these attacks are dwindling but the professors believe the worse is still to come,"

"It's hard to believe we've only been at school two month, I can already feel the grey hairs," the head girl said shaking her head as a dismissal.

Rubicelle hooked arms with Tom.

"So where did you leave that twin of mine,"

"Third floor," Tom shrugged taking her book bag.

Tom treated the twins like his little sisters they were nine months younger than him and he never let them forget.

At first they had complained but then they had just accepted that he wanted to do it for them and they just let him get on with it.

They walked towards the Slytherin Common room and found just the girl they'd been looking for and she was in a blazing row with Tristan Lestrange.

"You had no right," Amethyst snarled.

"The brat was in my seat," Lestrange snapped back. "He deserved everything he got and more,"

Rubicelle winced as she saw a cowering little third year hiding behind Amethyst.

Despite all her sister's faults she was a fierce defender of the Slytherin under years.

Tom tensed beside her.

He was fiercely defensive of both her and Amethyst.

"You're off the team," Amethyst growled. "If you can't respect those around you, you can not function as part of a team,"

Amethyst had done the impossible and was not only the first female on the Slytherin Quidditch team in decades but also the first and only female Slytherin Quidditch captain since the school had been founded.

"You'll loose without me NaStasia," Lestrange mocked. "I'll be waiting for you to come begging me to take back my spot,"

Amethyst raised her eyebrow and her purple gaze pierced straight through the brute of a boy.

He stalked out of the room and towards the boys dorms.

Amethyst then turned and nodded to them before turning to the rest of the room.

"Quidditch tryouts are back on, looking for a beater," she shouted. "Spread it around. Tonight at five,"

"It's like three degrees though," someone complained.

"So don't come," Amethyst snarled.

She took Quidditch very seriously.

Five o'clock dawned and only the serious beaters had shown up knowing the firecracker captain had no tolerance for those that had no talent at all.

As support both Tom and Rubicelle were in the stands.

Amethyst was stood in her green and silver Quidditch robes with the fastest model broom.

After their first trip to Diagon Alley the twins had found they had efficient funds to buy half of England and still live comfortably.

They had transferred some into a vault for Tom and then left the rest alone.

It took less than an hour before Amethyst had worked out just who her new beater was.

She smirked seeing it was the same boy that Lestrange had wronged earlier in the evening.

"Sick twist in fate. Lestrange isn't going to be happy. Meth best watch her back," Rubicelle said softly.

Tom squeezed her shoulder. "Lestrange goes anywhere near her and I'll have him six feet under,"

It was well known that Tom had all the purebloods under wraps.

They followed him around like some god.

The twins didn't question it but he knew they knew exactly what was happening.

With their gifts he would be surprised if they didn't.

Sometimes he felt guilty for never mentioning it with them but the part of him that cared for them wouldn't let him get them involved.

He'd protect them from everything and that included himself.

Rubicelle squeezed his arm giving him a tender smile before turning back to the practice that was taking place.

She knew one thing for certain as she watched them play that the other teams would be very lucky to win the cup that year.


The first match of the season came around sooner than anyone anticipated.

"I hope a bludger gets you in the face NaStasia," Lestrange sneered as he walked past the team the morning of the match.

Amethyst chuckled and blew a kiss towards the brute of a Slytherin.

"Must you wind him up?" Rubicelle groaned.

Amethyst rolled her eyes at her sister.

"What's he going to do? He hasn't tried anything since I kicked him off the team and he's not stupid enough to try something on the day of the match. All of Slytherin would have his guts for garters,"

Rubicelle knew it wasn't her sister's influence that kept Lestrange at bay but rather Tom's and she knew her sister wouldn't be happy about it at all.

"Oh hush, Celle, I've known all along why Lestrange hasn't tried anything but until tomorrow Quidditch comes first, after the match I'll deal with everything else," Amethyst said batting away her sister's thoughts as if she'd just very loudly vocalised them.

Rubicelle rolled her eyes.

Tom sat down opposite them and greeted them with a grin.

"Good luck for today," he said to Amethyst.

Amethyst narrowed her eyes.

"You're not coming to the match, why aren't you coming to the match?" she demanded.

Tom winced.

"I have other engagements. Things that need to be taken care of when the teachers are occupied. I'll try to be there for your catch,"

Amethyst was the best seeker in the school, she hadn't missed a snitch yet.

Amethyst pouted. "I was really hoping you'd be there, Tom,"

Tom looked at her with his eyebrow raised.

"I've told you I'll try be there for your catch," Do you want me to be caught by the teachers? He added in thought.

Amethyst rolled her eyes. "Fine go be with your arse lickers but you better make it up to me,"

Tom nodded knowing if she really did mind him not being there she would have caused a fuss.

"Come on team we've got some pussy cats to demolish," Amethyst said standing with a smirk on her face.

Rubicelle chuckled and watched the seven silver and green clad players walk from the hall.

"Are you not going with them?" Tom quizzed.

"Lestrange is going to try something," Rubicelle stated in response. "I'm just making sure I stay near him in case I need to stop him hurting my sister,"

Tom tensed and suddenly looked conflicted, or at least conflicted to her, to everyone else he still looked like the calm and collected Slytherin Prince.

"Don't worry Tom, I can handle Lestrange just fine, as can Amethyst. You need to remember we're not the same little girls you knew nine years ago,"

With a wink at the boy she thought of as her brother she got up and trialled behind the younger Lestrange and his group of thugs.