I had been looking for information on Tom Riddle for more than a week and had come up just about empty handed. All I had been able to scrounge up was that he was a Slytherin and he had attended school almost 50 years before my mother even set foot on platform 9 ¾; he was only noted for having an award for special services to the school.

"The golden boy is watching you again," Daphne flopped down on the bench beside me at breakfast grabbing a handful of food off my plate before fixing her own plate.

"He's always watching me," I informed her not feeling the need to look over in his green eyes.

"Better watch out," she got close and whispered, " people who get too close to him end up dead,"

Hogwarts wasn't without its rumors, just because they spoke in an accent didn't mean they were proper. Harry had left behind a bread crumb trail of mysteries and bodies wherever he went; his latest happened to be a Hufflepuff last year by the name of Cedric Diggory; his claim, that Voldemort had killed him, which caused a riff between him and most of the other students at school. I, of course hadn't been here to voice my own opinion or to see any of the Triwizard tournament but I knew that my Mother currently was in the care of Lord Voldemort.

"I'm not too concerned," I rolled my eyes finally looking at him and noticing a bit of pumpkin juice dribble down his chin. Whatever extra ordinary power Harry had he was keeping it hidden.

"I'll have him one day," she smirked and I could swear she licked her bottom lip watching him.

"I think you'll have to get in line," I nodded my head over at the youngest Weasley girl who so far had been the only bit of help I could get.

"She doesn't even know she's in the back of the line," For the first time I realized multiple girls at the different tables kept their eyes on the boy who lived. "Word is he's taking Cho Chang to Hogsmeade today,"

Today was of course Valentines day and also Hogsmeade weekend.

"How charming," I didn't know much about the Ravenclaw girl, and hadn't even seen the two of them talking to each other.

"Of course Zabini and I are going together, but we are all meeting for lunch,"

"I don't think.." I began to tell her I wasn't going but she quickly cut me off.
"Of course you're going," just as the worlds left her mouth a body slid in beside me and it took all my strength not to roll my eyes.

"Ready then Ace?"

"How many times do I have to tell you I'm not going?"

"You keep saying it but none of us are listening," Zabini added in as he reached out to offer his arm to Daphne who was still shoving food in her mouth.

"See you at lunch," she smiled, tapped her lips with her wand and a glossy sheen covered them along with a thick cat eye of liner atop her brown eyes.

"Malfoy,listen!" I tried to speak again but I was being pulled up by the blond at the same time as Harry stood up across the hall watching the two of us.

"It'll be fun Ace, we are going on an adventure"

"This is what you had in mind for fun?" I asked after the short walk to Hogsmeade, a much more scenic route than taking the underground tunnel behind the one eyes witch.

"You're not scared are you?"

"No, I don't think I'm scared of anything," I assured him as he pulled down the wire of the make shift fence so I could get over it, "Especially not a run down shack,"

"This is the Shrieking Shack,"

"Shrieking?" I raised an eyebrow as he stepped over the fence with his long legs and stopped to brush unseen dirt off his black jeans.

"It's haunted,"

"So is Hogwarts," I reminded him causing us both to laugh and against my better judgment I pulled my jacket around me tighter and walked beside him down the path.

"Malfoy, the door doesn't work," I stood on the decapitated porch and repeatedly tried to open the door, and even with the use of magic it didn't work.

"Of course it doesn't," he smirked like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "That's too easy," he pulled out his wand and muttered a few words and a window which by all right should of been frozen shut slid up.

"Of course it is," I snapped at him before crawling in. "You take me to the finest places Malfoy,"

"You don't seem like a girl to be impressed by too much," he shrugged once inside,"So I'm not gonna put the effort in,"

"And so good with words too," A shack was putting it nicely, it looked like it was a swift wind away from falling over, but it didn't stop me from exploring.

"Did you get any further with your project?"

"What project is that?" I ran my hands down the deep claw marks that were in the cherry wood of the room we were in.

"On the 28," I felt his eyes on me.

"Oh that, yeah," I quickly lied, "Finished that a while ago,"

"And what did you find out?"

"That the 28 are all a bunch of prats! That is the world you all use isn't it?" I smiled at him.

"You're on that list Ace, be careful,"

Up a rickety staircase there was only one room, "Well where are the ghosts then?"

"What are you thinking Parker?" Malfoy leaned against the scratched up wall crossing his arms over his chest, causing his biceps to stretch out his jacket sleeve.

"That I was promised adventure,"

"Fuck it," he snarled before getting off the wall and pouncing my way, his soft lips pressed against mine in contrast to his calloused hands at the back of my neck pulling my head closer. If I had been smarter I would of pulled away, or at least fought it; but being pressed together with him in the shack, knowing the prying eyes of Hogwarts weren't spying us, my body betrayed me as I rested my hand against his hard chest. Kissing Draco Malfoy wasn't a good idea, I knew what they said about him; and honestly there wasn't much of me that didn't believe what they were saying. There was something about the way he crept about the castle, how he treated the girls around him, how he thought of himself; he may of not been on the dark side, but he was definitely on the gray side of things. We continued kissing for what felt like ten minutes but soon we were interrupted, thoughts started running through my mind a mile a minute.

The walk to the shrieking shack, searching for information on Tom Riddle, my first night at Hogwarts, my Mom's letter, it was all going too fast, like in Harry and I's class with Snape.

"Are you trying to get in my mind?" I shoved Draco away from me, how long had he been in there before I noticed? How did he know Legitements at all?

"Ace..."

"No, who are you?" I started down the stairs, much like the first time I ran back in Arizona.

"Addison listen!" he was right on my trail.

"What do you want?" he grabbed my hand and spun me around before I could get to the window we came in.

"Will you listen to me!"

"No! Do you know where my Mom is? Do you know who my Dad is?"

"No, I haven't seen her,"

"That wasn't all I asked," I pulled my hand out of his grasp, "Why did you try to get in my mind,"

"You shouldn't of noticed," he pushed his hair that had dared move out of place back, "Unless,"

"I've had practice, who is he?"

"He is someone you don't want to know, trust me,"

"I will never make that mistake again," I assured him before going out the window, and for some reason it hurt a little more when I didn't hear him call my name.


Then

This wasn't the first time I had ran from him, and every time I got away I saw a little more clearly!

Every time I ran away I went to her house; the only person who I felt any remorse in losing.

"What happened this time?" Johanna asked as she opened her flat door, wrapping her warm arms around my cold body.

"I can't be with him," I held onto her a little tighter.

"Did he hurt you again?" she asked after letting go and moving me into the small living area. Tom had hurt me in many ways, each time he left a little more of a mental scar. I had started watching my back, not trusting the shadows in the corners or the bugs on the window; everything could be a spy, watching me to report back to him.

"I can't be with him," I repeated again; not having any other explanation as hot tears slid down my face.

"Annabel?" she asked questioning, grabbing onto my left hand that now showcased a large black onyx ring. "Tell me you didn't,"

"I thought I loved him, it was all a lie," at first I hadn't known why a great man like Tom Riddle had seen in me, now I knew it was all calculated, he had been watching me long before we had met. There was something dark in me he was dying to dig out; whatever that thing was it called to him, drew him to me like a moth to the flame.

"Come on, lets get you some dry clothes," No matter what happened Johanna was there for me, it didn't matter what I had done while I was gone, who I had hurt, what information I had she always opened the door for me.

And every morning I was always gone again.


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