A/N: This will be different from my other Harry Potter stories. You'll see how as you read. It'll take longer to update and will be much shorter. At least, that's the plan.
A/N: In my story, it is supposed to be 1943, but I wrote it in a modern setting. Also, sometimes during this story I'll have quotes from songs to convey what the main character is feeling at that moment.
Disclaimer: Tom Riddle, Albus Dumbledore, Armondo Dippet and Professor Binns don't belong to me.
FEELINGS YOU CAN'T DENY
Chapter One: Tom Riddle
I was shaken awake from a dreamless sleep. Quickly, I sat up and looked over the front seat at my dad. He was driving as carefully as he could. He glanced at me through the mirror and smiled under his bushy strawberry blond mustache. It was strange that his mustache was so light since his thinning hair was a dark brown.
"Have a nice nap, Pumpkin?" he greeted.
I smiled weakly, rubbing my eyes. I didn't really like it when he called me that, especially since I was sixteen and too old for such kid names.
"Are we almost there?" I yawned.
"Getting close," he told me.
I reached into the large trunk that sat beside Dad in the front seat and pulled out a hand-held mirror. I was reluctant to look at myself since people tend to look awful when they first wake up. When I did look, my fears were confirmed. The hair style that I had spent so long perfecting for my first day of school resembled a long light auburn mop. There were red marks on my face where I had been laying on my arm so long. And my make-up was atrocious.
I reached back into the trunk and removed my make-up case. I started with re-doing my hair, which wasn't easy since the car kept bouncing. By the time that was all done, the red marks on my face had faded so I could apply my make-up. As I ran my eyeliner pencil along my eyelashes, a sudden bump caused me to poke myself in the eyes.
"Dad!" I yelled, holding my hand over my wounded eye. "Watch how you're driving!"
He didn't respond to that. Instead, he pointed, "Look, Lina. We're almost there."
I glanced through the windshield. He was right. In the distance of a small town, the shadow of Hogwarts castle was apparent. I was sop happy. It was going to be great to see my friends again after all that time. I wasn't looking forward to the actual school part of the ordeal, especially since I was two months behind.
I continued to do my make-up slowly and carefully. There was no way I was walking into school without my face on. I guess I was a little vain that way. It wasn't like anyone really cared if I was wearing make-up or not. My best friend wore little or no make-up and guys never gave me a second look. I was just wasting my time.
Dad pulled the car through the iron font gate of Hogwarts. The gate opened unprovoked and we drove in. Dad parked by the front steps.
"Do you want me to come in with you, Pumpkin?" My dad asked.
"That's OK," I said. "I can manage."
I opened the car door and climbed out. I pulled my trunk out and struggled to drag it up the steps.
"Need help?" Dad offered.
"It's fine," I assured him, almost loosing my grip. "Go on home."
"I'll see you Christmas," Dad said.
"But, Dad," I began, barely making it to the top step and then resting. "I thought I was staying here for Christmas to make up what I missed."
"Yes, that's right," Dad muttered, rubbing his large forehead. "In that case, I'll since you in Summer."
"Bye!" I bade, waving.
Dad started the car and drove off through the wrought iron gate. I gripped my trunk handle and continued yanking it to the main entrance. To my surprise, as I reached for the doorknob, the door opened. Standing there was a professor and a student. The professor I recognized as Dippet, the headmaster. The student looked familiar but I didn't know him by name.
Professor Dippet was semi-short and frail-looking with an almost balded head. Just small wisps of white hair was left. The student, on the other hand, was tall and about my age with a prefect badge and jet-black hair. He stood stiffly, eyeing Professor Dippet as if he might keel over any second. I couldn't help but stare at this guy. He was so handsome with alluring blue eyes.
**I wish you'd look at me that way
Your beautiful eyes looking deep into mine
Telling me more then even words can say**
-"Invisible Man"
"Miss Shay," Professor Dippet greeted. "How are you this fine afternoon?"
"Great, I suppose," I told him, glancing at the young guy frequently.
"Come in, Miss Shay," Professor Dippet offered.
Dippet and the guy stood aside. I grabbed my trunk and began to pull it.
"Allow me," the guy insisted, taking hold of the trunk.
I quickly yielded it to him.
"What house are you in?" he asked.
"Hufflepuff," I told him.
"I'll take this to Beatrice Lemon, then, and she'll see to it that it gets to your dormitory," he explained.
"Thank you," I said, trying not to blush or giggle.
He pulled my trunk, with much more ease then I had, toward the Great Hall.
"Fine boy, that Tom," Dippet mused.
"Tom?" I repeated, watching the guy as he went into the Great Hall.
"Tom Riddle," Dippet clarified, sounding a bit confused. And no wonder. Everyone had heard of Tom Riddle. Why, he was the smartest boy in our grade. He was the youngest to become prefect in the history of Hogwarts. Yes, Riddle was famous. Everyone liked him, even the teachers.
"So that was Tom Riddle," I sighed to myself.
"Miss Shay, shall we discuss more pressing matters?" Dippet asked.
"Of course," I said, turning my attention to him.
"You are months behind the other sixth years," Dippet informed.
"Yes, I know."
"You'll have to do a lot more homework and stay after class quite often to catch-up to the other students," Dippet told me.
"I'm willing to do that," I replied. "I promise that I won't be behind for very long."
"Determined?" Dippet asked, smiling. "Good Girl."
I smiled back.
"Go enjoy dinner," Dippet advised.
I nodded and walked off toward the Great Hall. As I entered, I scanned the large group of student for Tom Riddle. He didn't seem to be at the Ravencalw or the Gryffindor tables. Suddenly, I saw my trunk by Hufflepuff table. Filling with a tingly delight, I sprinted toward it. My trunk sat beside a tall brunette. She turned when she felt me lingering behind her. It was Beatrice Lemon, Hufflepuff prefect. She smiled at me.
"Don't worry, Lina," she said, "I'll make sure it gets to Hufflepuff Hall."
"Thank you," I muttered, feeling disappointed.
I looked up and down Hufflepuff table and then behind me, toward Slytherin.
"Looking for me?"
I spun around to lay my eyes on a well-weighted girl with short brown hair and glasses. She was a bit taller then me and smiled kindly.
"Hey, Clarissa," I greeted.
"Great," she said. "Was it me that you were looking for?"
"Not really," I told him regrettably. "I was looking for..someone else."
"Who?"
"Nobody special," I assured her.
"Bet he is," Clarissa joked, gently shoving me. "Who is it?"
I smiled, blushing.
"C'mon, tell me," Clarissa begged.
"I can't tell you here," I said, looking around at all the people who were so close. "Let's go somewhere else."
Clarissa and I ambled toward the door, trying not to catch much attention. As we exited the Great Hall, I glanced back to scan the Slytherin table. There, I saw him. Tom Riddle stood in the midst of a small gathering, telling them some sort of Quidditch story. He smiled so handsomely. Suddenly, he looked up and we made eye contact. Tom waved at me and then continued his story. Stunned, I waved back.
"Lina!" Clarissa called form the Entrance Hall.
I turned my attention to Clarissa and closed the door behind me.
"So, who were you looking for?" Clarissa asked.
"Tom Riddle," I sighed.
Clarissa stared at me a second and then said, "You like Mr. Perfect? Mr. I'm better then everyone else."
"He's not like that," I defended. "It's not his fault that he's so smart and..perfect."
"I thought you had more sense," Clarissa told me. "Tom Riddle is the most popular guy in school and you're ...well, you're-"
"A nobody," I finished.
"I wasn't going to say that," Clarissa assured. "I'm just saying that guys like him don't go for girls like you."
**Don't you try and tell me that he's not my type
To idle what I feel inside
When he makes me weak with desire**
-"Irresistable"
"Thanks, Clarissa," I began, heading toward the main staircase. "You really know how to make someone feel good about herself."
I turned back to her, "You 're right. I might as well forget it. Tom Riddle could never be interested in me."
This statement brought tears to my eyes.
"Lina, I didn't mean to-" Clarissa tried to apologize.
"It's a good thing you told me before I actually started to like him," I said as I ran up the main staircase and continued through the Charms hall. At the end of the hall was a dead end. I pushed on a torch and the wall in front of me disappeared. It revealed another hall full of door. I went down this hall until I reached the door that read, "Shoes for Sale." I opened this door and went in. This was Hufflepuff common room. It was large and hexagonal with a full-wall window and a large fireplace. Each corner had a wrap around couch and a table in it. Two black doors were on opposite walls. The left was the girl's dormitory. I ran through it.
As I reached my room, I began to bawl. I went over to my bed and lay down. I wasn't sure why I was getting so emotional. I just met this guy today and I didn't even know him. But I did have feelings for him. I wasn't sure how that was possible.
**Even though I try
I can't let go
Something in your eyes
Captured my soul**
-"I Can't Let Go"
A/N: I know that Tom Riddle is supposed to be evil by this time, but I don't want him to be evil.
A/N: In my story, it is supposed to be 1943, but I wrote it in a modern setting. Also, sometimes during this story I'll have quotes from songs to convey what the main character is feeling at that moment.
Disclaimer: Tom Riddle, Albus Dumbledore, Armondo Dippet and Professor Binns don't belong to me.
FEELINGS YOU CAN'T DENY
Chapter One: Tom Riddle
I was shaken awake from a dreamless sleep. Quickly, I sat up and looked over the front seat at my dad. He was driving as carefully as he could. He glanced at me through the mirror and smiled under his bushy strawberry blond mustache. It was strange that his mustache was so light since his thinning hair was a dark brown.
"Have a nice nap, Pumpkin?" he greeted.
I smiled weakly, rubbing my eyes. I didn't really like it when he called me that, especially since I was sixteen and too old for such kid names.
"Are we almost there?" I yawned.
"Getting close," he told me.
I reached into the large trunk that sat beside Dad in the front seat and pulled out a hand-held mirror. I was reluctant to look at myself since people tend to look awful when they first wake up. When I did look, my fears were confirmed. The hair style that I had spent so long perfecting for my first day of school resembled a long light auburn mop. There were red marks on my face where I had been laying on my arm so long. And my make-up was atrocious.
I reached back into the trunk and removed my make-up case. I started with re-doing my hair, which wasn't easy since the car kept bouncing. By the time that was all done, the red marks on my face had faded so I could apply my make-up. As I ran my eyeliner pencil along my eyelashes, a sudden bump caused me to poke myself in the eyes.
"Dad!" I yelled, holding my hand over my wounded eye. "Watch how you're driving!"
He didn't respond to that. Instead, he pointed, "Look, Lina. We're almost there."
I glanced through the windshield. He was right. In the distance of a small town, the shadow of Hogwarts castle was apparent. I was sop happy. It was going to be great to see my friends again after all that time. I wasn't looking forward to the actual school part of the ordeal, especially since I was two months behind.
I continued to do my make-up slowly and carefully. There was no way I was walking into school without my face on. I guess I was a little vain that way. It wasn't like anyone really cared if I was wearing make-up or not. My best friend wore little or no make-up and guys never gave me a second look. I was just wasting my time.
Dad pulled the car through the iron font gate of Hogwarts. The gate opened unprovoked and we drove in. Dad parked by the front steps.
"Do you want me to come in with you, Pumpkin?" My dad asked.
"That's OK," I said. "I can manage."
I opened the car door and climbed out. I pulled my trunk out and struggled to drag it up the steps.
"Need help?" Dad offered.
"It's fine," I assured him, almost loosing my grip. "Go on home."
"I'll see you Christmas," Dad said.
"But, Dad," I began, barely making it to the top step and then resting. "I thought I was staying here for Christmas to make up what I missed."
"Yes, that's right," Dad muttered, rubbing his large forehead. "In that case, I'll since you in Summer."
"Bye!" I bade, waving.
Dad started the car and drove off through the wrought iron gate. I gripped my trunk handle and continued yanking it to the main entrance. To my surprise, as I reached for the doorknob, the door opened. Standing there was a professor and a student. The professor I recognized as Dippet, the headmaster. The student looked familiar but I didn't know him by name.
Professor Dippet was semi-short and frail-looking with an almost balded head. Just small wisps of white hair was left. The student, on the other hand, was tall and about my age with a prefect badge and jet-black hair. He stood stiffly, eyeing Professor Dippet as if he might keel over any second. I couldn't help but stare at this guy. He was so handsome with alluring blue eyes.
**I wish you'd look at me that way
Your beautiful eyes looking deep into mine
Telling me more then even words can say**
-"Invisible Man"
"Miss Shay," Professor Dippet greeted. "How are you this fine afternoon?"
"Great, I suppose," I told him, glancing at the young guy frequently.
"Come in, Miss Shay," Professor Dippet offered.
Dippet and the guy stood aside. I grabbed my trunk and began to pull it.
"Allow me," the guy insisted, taking hold of the trunk.
I quickly yielded it to him.
"What house are you in?" he asked.
"Hufflepuff," I told him.
"I'll take this to Beatrice Lemon, then, and she'll see to it that it gets to your dormitory," he explained.
"Thank you," I said, trying not to blush or giggle.
He pulled my trunk, with much more ease then I had, toward the Great Hall.
"Fine boy, that Tom," Dippet mused.
"Tom?" I repeated, watching the guy as he went into the Great Hall.
"Tom Riddle," Dippet clarified, sounding a bit confused. And no wonder. Everyone had heard of Tom Riddle. Why, he was the smartest boy in our grade. He was the youngest to become prefect in the history of Hogwarts. Yes, Riddle was famous. Everyone liked him, even the teachers.
"So that was Tom Riddle," I sighed to myself.
"Miss Shay, shall we discuss more pressing matters?" Dippet asked.
"Of course," I said, turning my attention to him.
"You are months behind the other sixth years," Dippet informed.
"Yes, I know."
"You'll have to do a lot more homework and stay after class quite often to catch-up to the other students," Dippet told me.
"I'm willing to do that," I replied. "I promise that I won't be behind for very long."
"Determined?" Dippet asked, smiling. "Good Girl."
I smiled back.
"Go enjoy dinner," Dippet advised.
I nodded and walked off toward the Great Hall. As I entered, I scanned the large group of student for Tom Riddle. He didn't seem to be at the Ravencalw or the Gryffindor tables. Suddenly, I saw my trunk by Hufflepuff table. Filling with a tingly delight, I sprinted toward it. My trunk sat beside a tall brunette. She turned when she felt me lingering behind her. It was Beatrice Lemon, Hufflepuff prefect. She smiled at me.
"Don't worry, Lina," she said, "I'll make sure it gets to Hufflepuff Hall."
"Thank you," I muttered, feeling disappointed.
I looked up and down Hufflepuff table and then behind me, toward Slytherin.
"Looking for me?"
I spun around to lay my eyes on a well-weighted girl with short brown hair and glasses. She was a bit taller then me and smiled kindly.
"Hey, Clarissa," I greeted.
"Great," she said. "Was it me that you were looking for?"
"Not really," I told him regrettably. "I was looking for..someone else."
"Who?"
"Nobody special," I assured her.
"Bet he is," Clarissa joked, gently shoving me. "Who is it?"
I smiled, blushing.
"C'mon, tell me," Clarissa begged.
"I can't tell you here," I said, looking around at all the people who were so close. "Let's go somewhere else."
Clarissa and I ambled toward the door, trying not to catch much attention. As we exited the Great Hall, I glanced back to scan the Slytherin table. There, I saw him. Tom Riddle stood in the midst of a small gathering, telling them some sort of Quidditch story. He smiled so handsomely. Suddenly, he looked up and we made eye contact. Tom waved at me and then continued his story. Stunned, I waved back.
"Lina!" Clarissa called form the Entrance Hall.
I turned my attention to Clarissa and closed the door behind me.
"So, who were you looking for?" Clarissa asked.
"Tom Riddle," I sighed.
Clarissa stared at me a second and then said, "You like Mr. Perfect? Mr. I'm better then everyone else."
"He's not like that," I defended. "It's not his fault that he's so smart and..perfect."
"I thought you had more sense," Clarissa told me. "Tom Riddle is the most popular guy in school and you're ...well, you're-"
"A nobody," I finished.
"I wasn't going to say that," Clarissa assured. "I'm just saying that guys like him don't go for girls like you."
**Don't you try and tell me that he's not my type
To idle what I feel inside
When he makes me weak with desire**
-"Irresistable"
"Thanks, Clarissa," I began, heading toward the main staircase. "You really know how to make someone feel good about herself."
I turned back to her, "You 're right. I might as well forget it. Tom Riddle could never be interested in me."
This statement brought tears to my eyes.
"Lina, I didn't mean to-" Clarissa tried to apologize.
"It's a good thing you told me before I actually started to like him," I said as I ran up the main staircase and continued through the Charms hall. At the end of the hall was a dead end. I pushed on a torch and the wall in front of me disappeared. It revealed another hall full of door. I went down this hall until I reached the door that read, "Shoes for Sale." I opened this door and went in. This was Hufflepuff common room. It was large and hexagonal with a full-wall window and a large fireplace. Each corner had a wrap around couch and a table in it. Two black doors were on opposite walls. The left was the girl's dormitory. I ran through it.
As I reached my room, I began to bawl. I went over to my bed and lay down. I wasn't sure why I was getting so emotional. I just met this guy today and I didn't even know him. But I did have feelings for him. I wasn't sure how that was possible.
**Even though I try
I can't let go
Something in your eyes
Captured my soul**
-"I Can't Let Go"
A/N: I know that Tom Riddle is supposed to be evil by this time, but I don't want him to be evil.