Author's note: I'm sorry that it took awhile for this to be updated. I had this chapter all written then accidentally closed it out without saving and became super busy and couldn't update

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Chapter fun fact: this chapter will have a twin chapter later in the story

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the story and my characters. Tom Riddle, Hogwarts, and the rest of the Wizarding World belongs to J.K Rowling. The title of this song comes from yet another Blood On The Dance Floor song of the same name.

Tom Riddle had always been different, a fact that everyone around him knew and he himself at the young age of eleven knew. It was a truth that he embraced and took advantage of. So when Professor Dumbledore came to him from Hogwarts and told him he was a wizard, he wasn't surprised. Merely enticed by the prospect of furthering his abilities.

At Hogwarts, he was still different. Despite being in a sea of magical students, there was something that was different, something that set him apart from the others. It mattered not whether those around him liked him or no, he needed no one. However there was one girl who stood out in that sea of people. A girl he had his cold gaze on. Her bright emerald eyes sparkled as she laughed with her friend Ashley on the far side of the breakfast table. Raven locks that framed her heart shaped face and made her porcelain skin stand out flawlessly. He narrowed his eyes and saw that there were shadows under her eyes, a sign that she hadn't slept the previous night.

With a light shrug, he rose to his feet and headed towards Potions. The girl named Auxiliadora was a mere acquaintance. Her existence meant little to him as he was fine on his own. But he kept her around because she was the only person who was kind to him, who seemed to trust him despite the whispers from her friends. As he set up his cauldron, he heard light footsteps approach him. "Hello Tom" came the soft, airy voice of Auxiliadora as she smiled brightly at him. His face was impassive as he nodded his greeting towards her.

When class began, the professor made it known that they would be making an Aging Potion and that they would be working in groups with those sitting beside them. Tom briefly wondered if Auxiliadora was any good at Potions, preparing himself to have to step in and take over should she fail. He heard the class scoff when they were told one of them would have to drink their completed potion. Glancing at the dreadfully short girl beside him, he wordlessly began to work. She often would beat him to putting the ingredients into the cauldron, something that sent his fury ablaze. How dare she be quicker than him! It was an injustice to him and he was ready to do something about it when the teacher came by and beamed at the duo. "Ms. Liddell, you and Mr. Riddle have perfected this potion! Is there someone in your family that is a master potioneer?" asked the professor. She shyly smiled at the professor, an action that infuriated him even more.

She was weak, both emotionally and physically. Her thin frame held the look of one who was malnourished and could break with even the slightest touch. "My father is a master potioneer sir. He taught myself and my siblings in the art of potion making" she said gently. "You have inherited his talent. You will do many great things" said the professor with a warm smile as he walked away. Turning back towards Tom, she offered to drink the potion. "And why, pray tell, should I allow you to do such a thing?" he asked calmly. "You worked on the potion, I'll drink it" he said with contempt in his voice. She didn't speak up and as he sipped the potion, she watched as his features began to morph.

He now stood before her at 6', his dark hair becoming wavy and some wisps of hair fell a few inches above his left eyebrow but still styled in the same way he had when he was eleven. Tom's cheek bones became more defined and his face lost its boyish appearance while his cold gaze bore into Auxiliadora's surprised and slightly horrified expression. "You..." she whispered softly before turning around and running from the classroom. Raising an eyebrow, the form disappeared leaving an eleven year old Tom standing there with a smirk present on his face. Her reaction amused him as he chuckled and packed up his belongings before following her lead, leaving the classroom.

"Lia, are you alright?" he asked quietly when he approached her. Tears were streaming down her face as she held her head, tormented by her thoughts. 'Pathetic...simply pathetic. She's weak' he thought as he watched her pick her head up. "I had a dream the other night that you opened up this chamber" she said softly. Sitting beside her crouched, small form, he sighed. "Dreams are dreams Lia. You'd do well to remember that" he said, his tone mocking and she shook her head. "I know" she said as she whipped her tears away. "Thank you Tom" she said as she placed a piece of paper in his hand. He said nothing and she practically danced away from him, his gaze locked onto her form until it disappeared.

He was always different, he could make those around him suffer if he wanted but there was one girl who he found would not be hurt. She wasn't mean like the others, she treated him kindly. But this idea was foreign to him, he couldn't grasp it and it angered him. He needed a solution to this troubling problem that seemed to never end. Following her once more, he saw her pressed up against a wall by Dalmascus. "Its because of your little friend that Fran is hospitalized" he hissed as he held her against the wall harshly. Her frail body shook with fear as Tom approached her. "Leave her" he said softly. Dalmascus snarled and went to attack him before he suffered the same fate that befell Fran. Auxiliadora watched in horror as Tom relentless made the man before them suffer with no words. The world drowned out as she stared at the body writhing on the floor with tears streaming down his face. "Stop it" she said softly. Tom never heard her and continued to glare daggers at Dalmascus while he cried in pain. "Stop it!" she cried loudly.

Tom glanced at her, still with the agonizing screams in the background. "He hurt you" said Tom simply. "I never wanted this! I just wanted to be left alone! Tom stop this. You're hurting him" she said, the tears fresh as she heard the harsh hissing from her nightmares echoing in her head. When the screams finally stopped, she saw that Dalmascus was now an inch away from death. "You monster" she said before she ran away. Tom watched her run away from him for the last time before he turned around and walked the opposite direction. Their fragile friendship was shattered. It would take 4 years for her to talk to him again.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it