A/N: Hey everyone
A/N: Hey everyone! I realize that this chapter is shorted then the others, but I will apdate really soon. I elaborated a little bit more on the voices in this chapter, because I know I wasn't too clear with that in the End of the last chapter. I hope you all are enjoying the story so far, and I would love to hear from you all. Feel free to E-mail me, I love getting reviews and E-mails. DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything but Alex, and the plot of course. Everything else belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. I hope she finish's book 5 quickly, because I really want to know what happens already. I can't wait till the movie, because I am dying to see what they managed to do with the book, plus I really want to see the Quidditch games. Sorry, I strayed from the Disclaimer. Evil, evil things they are I tell you. We all know all the characters and setting, etc. belong to J.K. Rowling already. I would like to thank my beta-reader, Sailor Galaxy for Beta reading my story, because we all know that I suck at editing. *_*. O well, thank you so much for beta-reading this for me.
 
Normal to Magical
CH.4
(Voices never ending)
 
 
 
The voices wouldn't stop. Alexia could see the people's faces clearly now, some 
 
were muggles and some wizards. She could hear some of them pleading for their 
 
lives. She could hear the cruel laughter of him. Then memories flashed 
 
before her eyes. 
 
 She saw a woman that looked much like she looked now blocking a cradle 
 
with her body. She could also see Voldemort. He was telling the woman to step 
 
aside, but she refused. He put the cruciatus curse on her, and she still 
 
refused. Then he killed her with one swift movement of his wand. Now she was able to see 2 tiny children in the cradle about 1 years old. A boy and a girl; Draco and her, she realized. 
 
 The scene flashed and changed back to the strangers being tortured. She 
 
could feel their pain. 
 
 Then it stopped. Everything was quiet. The pain was gone and she was 
 
alone. Alone in a room. The room was odd though. It had nothing in it. It 
 
might have just been space for all she knew. One thing she did know was that 
 
everything was white. But then she spotted a door that she hadn't noticed in 
 
the first place because it blended in so well with the white walls. It 
 
suddenly opened and she saw someone come through it. She didn't recognize the 
 
person though. It was a boy about her age. He had black hair. She couldn't 
 
see his eyes at first, but when he came closer she was able to. When he 
 
looked up at her she gasped. His eyes were that of perfect turquoise. They 
 
shone brightly, but that is not what made her gasp. It was everything in them 
 
that made her gasp. The pain, the loneliness, and most of all the hate and 
 
the fear, and at that moment she knew who it was, Tom Marvolo Riddle.
 
 He looked at her for a moment then opened his mouth to speak, but then he 
 
closed it again, as if he didn't quite know what to say. Finally after a 
 
couple more seconds he finally began speaking.
 
"Who are you?" he asked simply.
 
"Where is this? What is this place?" Alex asked not answering his
 
question.
 
"Answer the question," he snapped starting to get annoyed.
 
"You answer mine, I'll answer yours."
 
"What are you, 5 years old?" He sighed deeply contemplating with
 
himself silently. "I asked first."
 
"Now who's acting like there 5? Fine, whatever I might as well. Alex."
 
"Alex?"
 
"Alexia."
 
"Which one is it? Alex or Alexia?"
 
"Alexia is my name you git. Alex is just for short. Now its your turn to 
 
answer my questions."
 
"Simple, I DON'T KNOW!"
 
"What do you mean you don't know?" she retorted.
 
"Just what I said. I have been stuck in this place for years. I don't know 
 
where it is. I have come accustomed to calling it Neverland."
 
"Second star to the right, and strait on till morning."
 
"What?"
 
"Muggle thing." Alex told him.
 
"Muggle?" he asked sneering. Alex shivered. Seeing him look so mean
 
and hateful she could see why people feared him. He reminded her of someone, but 
 
she couldn't she couldn't put her foot on it.
 
"Yeah Muggle. A movie to be exact. And if I am not mistaken, which I know
 
for a fact I am not, YOU are half Muggle, your father. Your mother was witch 
 
though."
 
"H…How do you know? You don't even know my name," he said shakily
 
loosing the 
 
sneer.
 
" Don't assume things Riddle," she snapped. "Now, how do I get
 
out of here?"
 
"I don't know," he snapped back. "If I did I wouldn't be stuck
 
here."
 
"Wait, how long have you been here?"
 
"Something around 50 years, why?"
 
"50 years?" she whispered. He nodded his head. "Then how could
 
you be here and there?" she whispered not really to herself or to him.
 
"What on earth are you muttering about now?"
 
"You say you've been here for 50 years, but then how are you the…Oh My
 
God."
 
"What? How do you know so much about me?"
 
"Lord Voldemort," she replied simply.
 
"Lord who?"
 
"Voldemort. Your him I mean, he's you, I don't even know what I me…"
 
but then she stopped. She looked back into his eyes, and then gulped loudly.
 
"What?" he asked sounding apprehensive.
 
"I…I think you are his…his soul."
 
"Whose soul? Are you okay Alex?" he asked taking a step towards her. 
 
 She sat down heavily right where she stood. Alexia put her head in her 
 
hands. Then her head snapped up. Draco, that's whom he reminded her of. She 
 
just then realized he had sat down beside her and had his hand on her 
 
shoulder. She jumped up and started to back away. "Alex, Alex, what's
 
wrong? 
 
Are you okay?" Tom asked concern evident in his voice. She shook her head 
 
slightly as she kept backing up slowly. Suddenly the room along with Tom 
 
started to dissolve and form something else. But what she couldn't tell.