A/N : here's the first chapter hope you like it. And thank you to all who reviewed and follow/fav it. It means a lot thank you. Enjoy!

chapter - 1

It was a fine day and Hope Martin Luther was sitting at the lake side reading her charms book. She always like to be near nature's presence. Being a girl child of a pure blood family has so many ristrictions to follow and keeping the status was one of them. At home she was never allowed to do whatever she feel like. No matter what she do she was always looked down by her father. Her father's full attention was towards his only son Rezon Martin Luther. Her mother always use to tell her 'don't bother just be yourself and be proud of who you are because you are one of your kind.'

After her mother's death, she became more lonely as everyone neglected her and her father just ignored her. But she never break down she repeated what her mother used to say "have courage and be kind"

It was then her dreams became nightmares. She was treated as nothing, but when she grew up she came to know that the seens she used to think was nightmares were actually visions which tells her the future happening. She searched about it in her father's library but never came across such thing. At that point she talk about this to her home tutor who came to teach them. She was a very nice person and the only one who took care of her.

"Hmm...I don't know much about it dear but I know one thing." her teacher said. "Some wizards/ witches have some special gifts apart from their genuine powers and I think its your special power"

Those words made her feel really special not just special but unique in her own way. She realized that she is more precious than she thinks she is. And that made her happy.

Sitting at the lake side, she heard someone calling out her name. She jumped at her ackowledgment as it was the head boy himself, Tom Riddle.

"yes Riddle" she nodded acknowledging him "hello Luther" he said "you are needed at the office" he continued. She nodded getting up at that instant her books fell down scattered on the grass ground. As she was going to pick up the books. Tom already grabbed it and handed it to her. "thank you" she said to him with a smile on her face. About a lot of girls admired him at school but she admired his values and manners, the goodness of his nature.

At that moment she did not knew that the goodness and manners were all faked. That there was terror and evil underneath the mask of goodness.

While walking through the corridors she asked Tom "why has prof. called me?" he looked towards her "Even I don't know, I was informed by Mr. Filex and was told to call upon you" he said. After Minerva McGonagall, Hope was appointed as head girl and was happy to be so. She was more than happy to serve her school. It made her believed that she was needed. It was a matter of huge pride and honor but with that comes responsibility to be fulfilled.

When they both reached at the office. They waited outside for a while till they were call in " good evening prof." They both greeted head master Dippet "good evening to you too" he said while settling his books on the shelf. "you called us sir?" Hope asked after a moment of silence "oh yes yes. As you see children there are some adjustments to be made in furniture and all so I want you'll to collect information from various houses as to what needs to be replaced, ok?" he said explaining. "yes sir" they both said.

"Ok that's it for now and give me the list as soon as possible" he said. They both nodded while getting out of the office. They both said goodbye to each other and went off their way.

While walking towards the dungeons Tom thought of his plans. While he was thinking all over it again, he got angry as to how Prof. can think he can do such stupid things and waste time on it he had more important thinks to do than go around each house and ask for which furniture to be replaced. Seriously, how stupid one can get? But anyway he had to do this as he has to maintain his reputation.

A/N: so this is it. Do tell me your views as it is only the beggining.