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Lilliana Moira Potter dropped to her knees panting uncontrollably, her skin was still feeling the effects of the Cruciatus curse, her bones sore. It had felt as if she was being burnt alive while being stabbed multiple times everywhere, every nerve ending electrified, her throat raw from screaming. Her eyes were still wet from sobbing, but she didn't beg for her life this time, she didn't beg him to stop. She just screamed over and over again.

She was getting stronger and there was a sick satisfaction in that. The pain almost made her think straight, and through it she could practically see her headmaster squealing like a pig under her curse. Her mouth unfolded into a slight smirk as she continued to fantasize how she would keep him under, until he begged for his death, until the veins in eyes exploded, until his voice was too raw to scream, and then she with a smile on her face, would grant his wish.

And suddenly she was under it again, the fire licking her skin, her nerve endings protesting, the knives peeling her skin off little by little, she could practically feel the blood run from her mouth after biting her tongue. As the pain increased she started imagining it was her headmaster screaming, with every flame it was him being burnt alive, with ever piece of torn flesh it was his being ripped away, and his screams would only excite her more.

And suddenly her mouth opened, but no screams came forth; only laughter.

A cynical nearly insane laughter starting quiet and then building and building until her body was consumed with it, headmaster's body was writhing and convulsing under her touch and she was cackling like a madwoman. And then it stopped, and yet she continued to lie on the soft floor. She heard the patter of feet padding across the floor and soon a body lay down next to her.

A smile remained as her laughter died.

"Well, that was certainly unexpected" Tom Riddle spoke smoothly, his voice fused with mild curiosity.

She snorted slightly, still panting from his curse. It wasn't as if it didn't hurt anymore, but she found some kind of pleasure in the pain, some kind of power.

"Obviously," she snickered. "I just found having an imagination never hurt anyone," she finished before rolling over to her side, peering at his face.

His eyes looked at her, his expression unreadable. He was always unreadable, and sometimes she just wished she could climb into his mind to figure him out. He was no doubt the most handsome man she had ever known, his high cheek bones and curly black hair hung slightly over his eyes. He was her only true friend, the only one who knew everything single thing about her, the darkness dwelling inside her.

Yes she had other friends; being sorted into Slytherin had helped her immensely. Draco Malfoy was by far the closest friend she had there, but of course there was her estranged brother. Being brought up in the orphanage she had no knowledge of where she came from. And when Severus Snape came to tell her she was a witch, she found out about her twin. Of course she didn't meet him until after arriving to the Great Hall.

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, her famous twin brother; the thought still was almost unreal. She knew copious amounts of magic, her knowledge even superseding that of the Granger girl. Of course she didn't act on it like the mudblood; she kept her intelligence to herself. It was quite obvious Professor Snape had taken an interest in her; even put it upon himself to be her Godfather. But he didn't like her brother; in fact, it appeared as though he couldn't stand him.

She didn't speak to Harry very often, the memory of meeting him was something she would never forget.

"So it's true then, the famous Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts," Draco announced.

Lilliana stood slightly behind him, next to Blaise Zabini. Her brother looked nothing like her, except the eyes; apparently they both had gotten their mother's eyes. He was dark-headed with glasses, and his expression suspicious.

"This is Crabbe and Goyle," he continued pointing behind him. "And I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," he said with a smirk.

Soon his smirk fell when he received a snort from a redheaded boy standing beside Potter.

"Think my names funny do you?" He asked coldly. "No need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand-me-down robe," he said while pointing. "You must be a Weasly," he continued coldly before turning back to Potter. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others, Potter." He said with a sneer as he briefly glanced back at the redheaded boy. "You don't want to be making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there," he finished.

Potter just glanced quickly at his friend before putting his shoulders back and looking at Draco a bit more comfortably.

"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself thank-you," he quipped back before his gaze fell on her.

She knew then he knew who she was, his gaze was so direct, piercing. She didn't speak a word at all, just merely stared back. He was brave she realized, either that or stupid to speak to a Malfoy that way. It was common knowledge of the Malfoy line, in fact Tom specifically told her to befriend him. But the fact that he stood up for the pathetic Weasly boy practically screamed stupidity.

Soon Draco followed his gaze and his eyes too rested on her.

"Got yourself a girlfriend already Potter?" Draco sneered as he looked at her.

Suddenly she became angry and stepped closer to him, her stance confident.

"Don't be disgusting," she replied sneered back earning a glare. "He's my brother," she continued not breaking her gaze. "Moira, Moira Potter," she stated with a smirk.

Draco looked shock for a second but when he went to reply, a professor interrupted them.

That was the beginning of an amazing friendship, of course when the hat sorted her into Slytherin, it made it all the better. Of course everyone was shocked, a Potter in Slytherin? Well they never thought the day would come. But the hat warned her about Riddle, that he wasn't the person that he seemed. She merely scoffed and sat with her house, but the notion had already settled in, and it bothered her continuously.

"What are you thinking about?" Tom asked breaking her train of thought.

She quickly turned back towards him, smiling a little bit. He couldn't be all that bad. After all, he cared for her, protected her. No, that hat must have wrong.

"Nothing really important, just a little excited and disappointed about leaving tomorrow that's all," she stated with a sad smile.

It was true, she loved Hogwarts, but that also meant limited time with Tom. She gazed at her surroundings; it was the Slytherin common room. How he created it she wasn't sure, only that he could pull her through the book. He kept stating that soon he would be free from it entirely and she couldn't wait. She noticed he had grabbed her hand and softly kissed her wrist.

"Me too," he stated. "But I'm excited that you love it there so much," he finished with a smile.

She peered at him slightly. It wasn't in his nature to be so giving, not that she didn't love him, but Tom was a jealous person by nature; so to hear he was happy that she loved to be in place that restricted time with him was shocking.

"Why?" she asked bluntly.

He just shook his head.

"Moira, I want you to be happy; God knows you deserve it," he stated as she laid her head on his chest.

He began to play with long hair, before getting up and helping her as well.

"I'm tired, let's go to bed," he said warmly as he led her up the staircase.

The absence of life was everywhere she looked and for the first time she felt sympathy for him. There was no one there, none but him and her. And even that, she only came at night. The orphanage kept good tabs on her at all times, considering the horrid 'accident' to her previous headmaster. As they reached his bed, she collapsed onto it. Soon after, she felt him get in behind her.

She turned her body and snuggled into his chest, her eyelids falling heavier each moment he continued to caress her side. And she felt happy; she always felt the happiest when she slept like this. He kept the nightmares away.

"Tom," she whispered.

"Hmm," he responded.

And she felt stupid for asking, but she always felt this fear that he would one day leave her, leave her completely alone in the world.

"You're not going to leave me right?" she began softly. "Ever?"

The question hung in the air, and his silence nearly caused her panic. But soon she felt his breath in her ear, his arms tightening his grip on her body.

"I will never leave you Moira," he said darkly.

And she prayed to whatever god there was it was true.

"Honestly, did you see Potter's face," Draco stated with a laugh. "And to think he had to have a girl defend him, and a Weasly none the less," he continued.

Crabbe and Goyle nearly wet themselves with laughter it seemed, their faces red; and it wasn't even that funny. Moira just rolled her eyes. Boys were so dumb sometimes, but she didn't feel sorry for her brother, nor the Weasly girl. Potter had made his choice in friends, and it wasn't her fault that they were idiotic ones.

"Especially the mudblood," Draco continued.

Soon Blaise just looked up at Moira and quirked an eyebrow at her, obviously amused.

"Honestly you two," she spoke looking at Crabbe and Goyle. "You would laugh at anything, even if I called you both a pair of dwindling, idiotic, pathetic twots," she said with a sneer.

And of course they laughed.

"Wait wait," Crabbe suddenly spoke looking at Goyle then to Draco. "What's a twot?"

Moira rolled her eyes and Draco just looked at him as if he grown two heads, but then Goyle looked just as clueless as his idiot friend.

"Oh my god, you're kidding right?" Blaise suddenly spoke.

The two just looked at each other.

"What?" they exclaimed before Goyle continued. "Why can't you just tell us and be done with it?"

Draco opened his mouth but Moira quickly intervened. This was just too good to pass up.

"Why don't you ask Professor Snape," she said innocently.

Immediately Draco turned to her but soon a smirk unfolded on his mouth.

"Oh for christs sakes, it's something in his field of study," she continued before smirking again. "In fact, why don't you ask him how many he's tasted," she finished to which Blaise spluttered his drink out.

Draco looked like he was about to combust with laughter, but he held it together.

Soon they arrived to the Great Hall and ate the magnificent feast. Moira found keeping her glamour charm up was difficult, it was wandless magic so it drained her. But she couldn't go back to school with cuts on her arms, bloodshot eyes, and bruises littered all over her body. The orphanage wasn't the kindest place, and while she was never subjected to sexual abuse again, and she can still see the man covered in blood, didn't mean she wasn't subjected to other abuse. She was underfed and kicked around.

She even spent most nights in the cellar, where Riddle's book couldn't go with her. During those nights, the days and nights shifted together and the light was nearly unbearable. But the feast at Hogwarts was always amazing, and she tried hard not to shovel food in her mouth. After the feast ended they went to the common room. On her way out she was accidently shoved to the side.

"Hello," she hissed out realizing it was Ron Weasly.

He looked positively scared out of his mind, and the notion caused her to smirk slightly.

"Watch where you're going Weasly," she sneered to which she received a glare from the mudblood Granger.

Harry was also there, and he seemed quite uncomfortable.

"Sister," he said pointedly.

"Brother," she clipped before disappearing in the crowd.

But she couldn't ignore a pang in her chest. She wanted to get to know him, he was the only family she had left; but he was in Gryffindor and she in Slytherin. They didn't belong, and it was quite obvious that he was satisfied with that. It wasn't a mystery there was constant tension between them two.

But she quickly let the thought go as she went to the dungeons.

"Open your books to page thirty-two, we will begin talking about the Knott potion," Snape said in his normally dramatic, monotone voice.

Moira sat behind Crabbe and Goyle, and next to Draco. She noticed to her right that Harry, Ron, Hermione and Lavendar Brown all sat together, the boys in front.

"Now who can tell me what the dangers concerning this particular potion," Snape began, and instantly Granger's hand shot up.

Snape continuously looked around the room.

"No one?" he said conveniently ignoring the mudblood.

Finally after Granger just looked like she was about to combust, she spoke out of turn.

"Professor please," she started exasperatedly. "The Knott potion is dangerous because it can make you see your deepest fear, like a boggart, but unlike the latter, when consumed it actually takes you there. Like a hallucination," she finished with an exhale.

"Like the fact you're secretly a boy," Goyle sneered, to which the whole Slytherin side erupted into laughter, even including a few Gryffindor.

For once Granger didn't have a reply, just sunk down in her seat further, her eyes watering slightly. It was utterly pathetic, it was just a joke. Moira knew she would never cry in front of anyone, especially someone like the likes of Crabbe and Goyle.

"Why don't you just shut up you idiot," Ron said immediately.

"Granger, ten points for speaking out of turn, Ron another five for doing the same," Snape began.

Then Ron got really red, angry at the obvious favoritism.

"But, but," he sputtered. "You heard what the bloody git said!" He yelled standing up and pointing at Goyle.

"Another ten points for inappropriate language," Snape continued, seemingly unfazed. "Care to continue Weasly?"

Harry then muttered something to Ron and pulled him down. Moira then kicked the back of Goyle's desk slightly. Immediately he turned around. It wasn't as if she cared about the mudblood, but Goyle was an idiot, and he had this moment coming.

"Ask him," she mouthed.

Goyle just looked at her confused and finally she mouthed twot. He then caught on and smiled really big.

"Professor," he started.

"Oh dear god, you told him to ask now!" Draco whispered enthusiastically.

She just nodded.

"Just wait, this is going to be epic," she spoke with a smirk.

"I was wondering," he started slowly to which Snape just stared at him with an annoyed expression on his face. "What is a twot?" He asked to which Snape suddenly narrowed his eyes and the whole class got really quiet. "And how many have you tasted?"

The class then erupted into a roar of laughter, including Harry and Ron. Goyle just sat there completely confused and suddenly Snape's face when from shock to sheer fury.

"Excuse me?" He hissed and Goyle's face went completely white.

"Well I just heard it was in your field of study!" Goyle gushed out trying to remedy the situation.

Moira nearly fell over, it was just too easy. Snape's face contorted into rage as he stalked right up to Goyle and slammed his fist down on the desk.

"Fifty points from Slytherin and detention for the next three months," he said completely enraged.

Goyle just sat there in total shock before turning back towards Moira. Draco was practically rolling on the floor with laughter.

"You you!" He stuttered angry for being manipulated.

"Get out of my classroom before I hex you to Azkaban Mr. Goyle," Snape roared. "Now!"

Goyle practically flew out of chair, knocking things over and stumbling his way out of the room. The room was still laughing after he left, and Moira glanced to her brother. He gave her a smile that silently spoke thanks, and she smirked in return. She then decided to dig into her bag to write to Tom about it, but to her horror she couldn't find it.

Tom Riddle's diary was missing.

Ginny Weasly looked at the blank book with a confused expression. She didn't know what to make of it, finally she wrote in it. She wasn't expecting much, but decided it wouldn't hurt.

Hello

And just as she expected, nothing happened. Slumping in her chair with defeat, she exhaled loudly. What was the point of having found this in her school book tin if it was blank? It was completely useless. But then something caught her eye, black ink becoming more apparent.

Hello Ginny

Her eyes widened in shock, and she suddenly found it hard to breathe.

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