A/N: This is mostly a filler. I really didn't know what to write, so if you guys could gimme some ideas like how Tom could trick her or what not, that would be GREATLY appreciated. Also, I'm planning to go through the chapters and make corrections soon. Also, I don't own any characters that aren't mine. Anyways, please read and review and enjoy!

For the second time that day I felt water splashed on my face, but this time I was in the Ravenclaw dorm rooms. Groaning, I feebly put my hands up trying to escape the watery spray coming from a wand.

"Stop," I pleaded, "I'm already soaked."

It was true. My body was soaked down to the bone and I was now freezing.

"YOU'RE ALIVE!" Riley screeched making my head hurt immensely. "BLOODY HELL, AUTUMN NEVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!"

I groaned louder, explaining my displeasure at being screeched at and I stared at her hoping it would stop.

It finally did about thirty minutes later after fussing over what needed to be done about me. Finally she let me go downstairs, and finally let me relax and clear my head. I was worried about why I had completely collapsed and why I had to endure that painful memory. Grabbing my gloves out of my pocket, I put them on. I should've put them on earlier, but I had completely forgotten about them.

After I managed to get myself out into the hall wanting to clear my head. My mind was clouded with pain and my memories, memories I didn't even want to have anymore. I hadn't noticed where I was going at all when I suddenly ran head first into someone.

"OOOMMPHFF!" I cried out as we both went tumbling down. My face was buried in robes as we both fell down the stairs. I really have a knack for falling for the last few weeks, and getting myself into lovesick relationships that I don't even want to deal with.

Groaning, I picked myself up off of the teacher who was one of my favorite teachers: Albus Dumbledore.

"S-sorry Professor," I blushed as I helped him up. He was one of the few people I liked at this school, and probably one of the few people I could trust in my extended life.

"No harm done," he smiled at me. He straightened his robes. "So, how are you this evening, Miss Flammel?"

"Fine, thank you," I bit my lip as I looked down, "Could I talk to you about something?"

"What?" he asked me curiously.

"Well, I'd like to take this to more private discussion," I looked down and fiddled with my glove-covered fingers.

"I see." He smiled and patted my well-covered shoulder. I didn't want him falling in love with me, like how everyone else did. I wanted him just him as a friend, a really good friend that I could trust with secrets.

Guiding me to his office, we made it there and he sat me down on a comfy couch and started up a kettle.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" He looked at me as he asked me the question as he walked over to me and sat on the other side of the couch.

Biting my lip, I thought before speaking to him.

"Professor, whatever I say, I don't want you to repeat to anyone or anything," I paused then to give it slight affect, "because this information is highly valuable and dangerous."

"You have my sincerest word," Albus smiled and gave me a cheery smile, which wasn't very fitting for the mood of the message that I was about to deliver.

"I'm…" I stuttered at first not knowing how to start, but I quickly blurted out the rest in a heap of mumble jumble. "I'm a child of the founders, and I can't die, and I'm cursed, and…"

I suddenly broke off in a cold sweat. I had just spilled a lot of my life even if I had blurted out everything like a madwoman.

Albus just stared at me for a moment before frowning.

"Nicholas, told me he had found you on the streets, is that true?"

"No, I was raised from this necklace, but yes he found me on the streets as a trinket." I considered thoughtfully not quite sure myself how the man had found me, as my memories were blurry when I was in the locket.

"So, can you age?" Albus asked, "You don't look more than sixteen or seventeen."

"Yes," I bit lip, "I know that, but my soul is almost a thousand, and I physically age when I'm in a body."

He considered this as I watched the kettle. The flames licked the copper like dogs would to a tasty bone. The room was small yet very tidy. All the books were on shelves, stove in the corner, and the carpet on top of the stone floor looked familiar to me, but I couldn't place were I had seen it. In fact everything in this very room looked very much familiar to me.

Strange, or maybe not so strange, I did know this castle up and down.

"I'm sorry, I just don't know, how to explain this Professor," I sighed rubbing my temples, "just, just forget it."

"Autumn, are you sure?" he asked me with concern and I nodded numbly.

"Well, would you like some tea before you go?" Albus asked me and I knew he was trying to be polite but my mind was going mad. This craving in my mind was making me shake and shudder and I felt sick.

I just barely nodded before; I suddenly realized where this room was. My eyes widened, and I was shaking violently now as I felt Albus grab my shoulder gently. I grabbed the side of the couch convulsing before letting out an ear-splitting shriek.

The convulsions all of a sudden stopped as I gasped for breath. I hadn't had this happen before. Still gasping, I stared at a very worried Albus.

"So-Sorr-sorry," I managed to stutter the word as I continued to shake in his grasp. I stared at him pleadingly right then.

"Professor, I'm sorry," I rubbed my temples, "I sound like I'm mental."

Albus didn't say anything as the kettle suddenly screeched and I covered my ears. I always hated any other tea after Helga had gotten me addicted to her special herbal teas. Albus quickly got the kettle and poured it into blue china cups.

"Pro-professor," I stuttered out the words before I said the next in a rush, "this was my father's study."

I saw his back stiffen a bit in surprise, and I was still shaking. I always had a fear of being in here. Usually I'd run out and go straight to my bed and scream into my pillows, but I couldn't do that now could I?

"Mix in some passionflower and chamomile, please?" I was pleading with him as my body started to shake again.

Albus came over and handed me my small cup after a moment and I gulped it down though it was still hot enough to burn my throat. My nerves quickly relaxed after a bit and I looked at a very curious and worried Albus.

"Sorry I usually, panic like that in here," I was embarrassed now as my nerves quickly calmed enough so I was thinking straight.

"Well perhaps you should start at the beginning." I stared at Albus a little surprised.

"You want to hear my story?"

"Yes, very much so," he said taking a sip of his tea.

"Well, I already told you my parentage, so let me continue," I said thinking quietly.

"Alright, when I was younger, me and Helena used to always play together, but I was called away to father's study, which is here. And, I was used as an 'assistant', as he called it, for his spells, since I can remember. Most of the dark spells you know today were tested on me," I smiled bitterly at the thought.

"Curious," Albus remarked, "what types of spells?"

"Loads," I said trying to remember, "Horocruxes, unforgiveable curses, dark magic, and other horrible things."

Albus looked stunned for a moment before starting to ask, "how are you…"

"How am I still alive?" I chuckled, "my father thought it best to make a horcruxes that would last for awhile, and I ended up in many different bodies to say the least, but he always changed me back to my original size and form."

Albus nodded still deep in a thought, "How many horocruxes were made for you?"

"Two, I believe but I didn't know about the first one until recently, but the second one I knew about for awhile." I looked down as I said the words, "it's one of the most worst spells I know of."

A tear leaked out of my cheek when thought about the boy and what had happened to him. Wiping it away quickly, I noticed Albus was watching.

"Yes, I've killed people Albus, and I hated myself for it." I pointed to the middle of the room were the carpet was, "I killed someone I was close to right there."

He nodded slowly as more tears started to leak out of my eyes. I wanted to curse myself for crying, but I couldn't at the moment.

"So how have you remained alive for so long?" He asked me and I raised my necklace that shone in the candlelight.

"This was my mother's necklace," I looked down, "it's all I have left of her."

He nodded thinking before he spoke, "would you be willing to tell me more and showing me some of this magic?"

I looked unsure for a moment, but I nodded biting my lip.

"I should go now," I said getting to my feet, "Tom will wonder where I've gotten to?"

"Tom?" Albus asked a little confused.

"Tom Riddle, we going to go and do rounds on the castle together." I said even though I knew Tom wasn't expecting me.

"Oh, alright," Albus said getting to his feet, "do a good job then."

"I will Professor, and thank you," I smiled at him relieved, and I quickly walked out before my nerves would suddenly take over me again. The dark corridor was cool and I stared at the pictures, before finding my favorite one on this floor, one of a portrait of a family. It had a father in girl and silver standing behind a woman who was in blue and bronze dress and two girls, which were twins and one had the strangest bright yellow eyes.