Prophecies are what YOU make them
A/N- Trying something new here, please note this will not follow cannon! Dumbledore/Weasley bashing will be present. This will be an eventual Dramione please just bear with me! Uploads will be at least once a week but while we are in lockdown it will a little more often. Mnay thanks to Raerae1983 for correcting my many...many spelling errors!
Chapter 1- Tom Riddle
September 1st 1944
The Head Boy was half way through his rounds looking for any lost students along the way, there was always the odd student who snuck out to visit a friend and then couldnt find their way back in the dark. Tom was always happy to help, Hogwarts was his home and he felt pride in being able to show the younger students back to their respective dorms. He would usually show them a hiding place or shortcut if they intrigued him but they had to impress him first with a little trivia on their current learning. Students idolised Tom, he had quite a large circle of friends and he was a social butterfly after a childhood of not being understood.
This year he was feeling a little morose as this was his final year at Hogwarts, but he hoped one day to be able to come back and teach, Defense was his best subject with Transfiguration being a close second. As the top student in his year he was aware he could do anything he wanted with his career and just wanted to focus on passing his NEWTS before making any final decisions. During all his musing he heard a cough from the next corridor along and moved forward to greet the student or professor around the corner. As he turned, he noticed it was Professor Dumbledore, Tom momentarily stopped and made himself known "Good Evening Professor, lovely to see you again. Did you have a nice summer?" Dumbledore turned his head "Ah Tom, good evening. I was just taking a stroll to greet all the portraits along the way. My summer was lovely, I went to visit a friend in Europe for a few weeks. I trust you also had a pleasant summer?"
Now Tom wasn't one to just assume but he found that the Professors words sounded false, he had noticed that Dumbledore did not particularly like him but he assumed it was becausehe was a member of Slytherin, which Dumbledore seemed biased against, however that did not put Tom off "Yes I did thank you professor, I spent half of it with young Orion Black and his family. They have been very accommodating and helpful navigating the magical community over the years, this year they took Orion and I to France to see the magical side of Paris. it was fascinating" Dumbledore pulled a face while Tom was speaking, he wasn't to friendly with the Blacks due to their thoughts on blood purity and muggles. "Well Tom I do apologize I must be off, classes to prepare and all. I will see you in class, enjoy your evening" Tom bowed his head "Good Night professor" Tom finished his rounds and headed directly for his common room down in the dungeons. Once inside he was met with a small gaggle of first years awaiting his quick speech before they ventured off to bed.
May 2nd 1945
NEWTs were exhausting and Tom could not wait for them to be over, he had been revising since January and he hated to admit but he could get a little obsessed with revision. Orion tried to distract him on the occasions he believed Tom was getting to obsessive, as he was only a 4th year he had no big exams to stress over. OWLs didn't start till next year, so he was free to relax a little while longer. "Hey Tom, come on out to the lake with me for an hour before dinner. You could use a break" Tom didn't even look up or register that Orion had spoken, so he decided it was time to intervene. Orion pulled out his wand and froze Toms quill, Tom looked up and glared at him, but Orion just grinned like a Cheshire cat at him. "About time Tom, come on, were going for a walk you need to relax" Tom scowled "My NEWTs start tomorrow I'm trying to ensure I don't fail" Orion had to laugh then "come on Tom, you can pass these all in your sleep! Now up up up lets go!" Tom wasn't happy but he got up anyway and packed away his notes, as soon as he was sure it as secure he zapped it back to his dorm room. "Lets go then Or before I change my mind"
September 1st 1945
Tom was not enjoying the fact that he wasn't on the train this year going back to Hogwarts, but he was on the platform to see Orion off. He was going into 5th year and Tom promised him any kind of help he would need, after receiving all Os in his NEWTs he was feeling pretty proud of himself. Once the train had set off he went back to his day job at Borgin and Burks. It wasn't exactly what he wanted to do long term but until he decided his career choice this would do for a steady income stream. Today he just wasn't in the mood to work, luckily it was a slow day. Around 2pm the bell above the door tinkled and Tom looked up to greet the customer. His eyes met with the most beautiful ocean blue eyes he had ever seen. As he looked at the lady they belonged to she smiled at him "Hello, I was hoping you could help me find an object that was stolen from my family long ago" Tom shook himself out of his daze and smiled widely at her "Of course Miss, it would be my privilege to try and help a lovely young lady" She looked at him and smiled at his posh voice. "oh please, call me Imogen. Or Immy if you wish" Tom was love struck the moment she gave him that permission. "well Imogen, if you'll follow me into the office here we can discuss your missing item"