The Eagle Girl

Chapter 1

Tom walked out of Professor Slughorn's office. To an outsider, Tom Riddle looked like the model student, green tie properly adjusted, hair lying smooth, book bag slung over a shoulder. But Tom Riddle was not all that he seemed. In fact, Tom was seething on the inside. He had just been told that he would be expected to tutor a stupid Ravenclaw girl in potions. It wasn't his problem if some little girl didn't know the difference between a unicorn's horn and a bezoar.

A normal student would be honored to be considered intelligent enough to help out a Ravenclaw, or, possibly annoyed. They would be excited that Slughorn thought that they where brilliant. But Tom knew he was a genius, he didn't need someone to tell him that.

Tom ran his fingers through his hair. He had better things to do then tutoring some silly little girl. He had potions to perfect, curses to test, and a secret chamber to look into. He really just wanted to be left alone by his fellow classmates.

Tom turned a corner. He was walking towards the Slytherin common room, where, hopefully, he could find some peace. He muttered the password and walked in.

The Slytherin common room was dimly light. No natural light shined from windows. In fact, the whole room was tinted green from being located under the lake. The chairs in the common room where not as comfy as the chairs in other common rooms, they where dark and high backed. The sofas where not exactly the kid that you curled up on to nap. The chairs closest to the fire where reserved for the student considered the most powerful and popular students. It was quiet in the room, unlike some of the other houses (Gryffindor) Slytherin students did their work quietly. The only shouting matches happened when there was when a Slytherin girl showed another girl who was boss.

The Slytherin house was the hardest one of the four to understand. There was a constant battle for the top rank. People in Slytherin measured others by their intelligence, cunning, how they handle the other houses, and their blood status. Tom was technically the most influential person in the house, which was fine by him.

Tom's gang sat right by the fire, his chair was empty. The three students where working on school work while entertaining themselves by swapping summer stories. They stopped their conversation as Tom approached and all of tem greeted him.

"Hey, Tom. What did old Sluggy want?" Jonathon Rosier asked. The rest of Tom's gang sat near him. With a defeated sigh, Tom walked over to them.

"Nothing much," Tom said with a slight smile, "Apparently, some Ravenclaw needs help in potions."

"Well this proves it!" Cygnus Lestrange laughed, "Ravenclaws can be dumb!" Everyone sniggered.

"Well, there are weirdoes in every house," Macnair stated wisely.

"Indeed," Tom muttered, his brain considering the chances of a dumb Ravenclaw. The rest of the group started a conversation about quidditch. All sports where dumb and a waste of time in Tom's opinion.

So Tom took this time to analyze the situation. Ravenclaws weren't dumb. All of them where smart in their own way, whether it was logic, memorization, or creativity. Ravenclaws could be placed into Slytherin except for the fact that Ravenclaws where not as ambitious. It was a simple fact of life. So how was it possible that this girl was failing so badly? Even if she really did stink at potions then some other student from her house would help her. Something was wrong in this situation.

"So Tom, how often are the lessons?" Lestrange asked, jolting Tom out of his thoughts.

"Once a week, an hour on Friday." Tom answered smoothly.

"For the whole year?"

"Only until she is caught up with her class work."

"So it's a girl?"

"Yes, she is. Is that a problem?"

"Well we all know the ladies can't control themselves around you. What if she's failing on purpose?" Lestrange said smirking. Tom frowned.

"Imagine that," He muttered in reply. But he couldn't help but wonder whether she was failing on purpose or not. Lestrange wouldn't stop snickering about the idea of a Ravenclaw dating Tom so Tom fixed him with a glare.

Avery walked over to the group and everyone went through the appropriate greetings. Tom pulled out his homework but he wasn't really concentrating. No, the future dark lord had no need to concentrate on something as basic as O.W.L preparation. In fact, Tom's mid was somewhere else entirely.

Yes the entrance is defiantly in a bathroom.

oOoOo

Veronica sighed and put her book down. Her friends, Dorothy Walks and Ruth Cummins sat playing wizard chess.

Since Ruth was a Hufflepuff, the group had to play out on the grounds. They sat under a large tree by the lake. It was a nice afternoon, the sun was shining and large, puffy, clouds raced across the sky in the autumn breeze. Even though it seemed like both of them where playing the game only Dorothy was really playing chess while Ruth was being clobbered by Dorothy.

"I heard that your lessons start on Friday," Ruth said staring at the chess board. She often started conversations when losing to try to distract her opponent.

"Where did you hear that?" Veronica asked, slightly surprised. She hadn't told anyone one but Dorothy about said lessons.

"Walburga Black was complaining about it as loudly as she could at lunch today."

"I hate her," Dorothy simply added in. "She's so annoying and gossips more then my aunt Clementine."

"I'm really surprised that Tom Riddle will be teaching you," Ruth said, choosing to ignore Dorothy, "I mean, have you two even exchanged three words?"

"No. I'm so glad that I'm not the only one that finds this arrangement odd." Ruth always had a way of pushing emotions out of real life situations.

"I think its fate," Dorothy stated, dreamily, "You two are made for each other."

"Have you ever even talked to him?" Ruth asked.

"No, but I don't need to. In my opinion, if two people look good together then they will be good together."

"Well that isn't how dating works. And I am NOT interested in Tom Riddle," Veronica stated.

"Oh, well in that case, can I have him?"

"Dorothy!" Veronica cried out, "He is a person, not some toy!"

"What ever," Dorothy smiled at her friends to show that she wasn't going to listen.

"You are all kinds of strange," Ruth said shaking her head.

"Have you two done your potions homework yet?" Dorothy asked looking directly at Veronica.

"Well… Not really. I've been practicing for Quidditch try-outs," Veronica said looking down.

"Ronnie! Ruth cried out, "We have potions tomorrow!"

"I know. I'll do it later!" Veronica promised. No one noticed her fingers crossed on her lap.

Veronica hated lying to her friends. In fact, she had a whole list of things she hated and they all seemed to go together. She hated being super smart. She hated people mocking her. She hated people expecting her to be a genius all the time. She hated being a Ravenclaw nerd. And she hated not being able to tell her friends the truth. If there was one thing Veronica learned about Hogwarts it's that even doors have ears.

Veronica strived to be a jock that didn't do school work and she wasn't going to let anyone, not even Tom Riddle, change that.

A/N: I am SO sorry about the delay. I had written half of this chapter but it was really awful writing so I had to go back and change it. I'm sorry if it seems like I'm depicting Tom wrong. There isn't exactly a legitimate book called, "The Day in the Life of Tom Riddle" so any feedback about him would be great! Also, if you don't understand the whole Veronica failing Potions it's because she doesn't want to be labeled as a Ravenclaw bookworm. One last thing, I am not against any of the houses! I myself am a proud Ravenclaw and my sister is a Gryffindor! If I insult a particular house it's because I am trying to show how someone else might see them. Reviews are Fanfiction gold!