I've changed the title for this story, I somehow needed another one.

I didn't have the book with me so this won't be exactly as in the books. Sorry for that. And I decided to keep at least some important things from the storyline in the books. I'll also write the next books.

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Alexander Riddle and the Sorcerer's Stone

By Laura's kitty

Chapter 6

King's Cross was hard to find for Alex as he had to go the muggle way and use the underground. He almost found it too late, but luckily he knew how to get to the Hogwarts Express from a book. He just managed to get the train, but now there were no empty compartments anymore, and he hadn't wanted to sit with people he didn't know. Now he had to.

He sat in a compartment with two girls and a boy.

"Who are you?" asked one of the girls.

"A student. I think the same goes for you?"

They all looked at him really strange. Then the girl said "My name is Pansy Parkinson, and they are Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini. And what's your name?"

"Alexander Riddle." Alex knew that their parents were Death Eaters. He pulled a book on the Dark Arts out of his bag and started to read. He wasn't interested in talking to them, he didn't want any friends. He didn't get along with people very well, he could pretend being interested in them but he preferred being on his own.

"I've never heard that name before. Are you a mudblood?" asked Nott, ready to insult him if he said yes.

"No.", answered Alex without looking up from his book. "My father doesn't like his real name, you know, he has changed it, so almost everyone knows him only by Lord Voldemort. And if you don't mind, I'm reading."

The others gasped at the sound of the name. "I don't believe you.", said Zabini at once.

"Then don't." said Alex. They would believe him soon enough. "Your parents are Death Eaters, are they not?"

"You could be lying, and you probably are. We don't have any reason to believe you.", said Parkinson in a shrill voice.

"So what?" Alex was starting to regret picking this compartment. These people were way annoying. "Could you please let me read in peace now?"

Parkinson opened her mouth to retort something, but shut it when Nott hissed into her ear quite loudly "He might actually be saying the truth, you know."

Alex held back a grin and lost himself in his book again.

When they arrived, an unusually big man picked them up and led the first years to a lake. All the students' mouths fell open and they all became silent. Behind the lake stood Hogwarts Castle. It was a completely breathtaking sight. The big man (whose name was Hagrid) led them to a couple of boats and they went in and crossed the lake.

The castle door was opened by a stern looking elder woman with a tight knot of black hair and very thin lips. "Ah, 'lo Professor McGonagall, here're the firs' years for yeh!" said Hagrid and Professor McGonagall led them into the entrance hall.

"You will now be sorted into one of the four houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. When we're in the Great Hall stand in a line in front of the staff table and wait for you to be called forward." She told them and eyed a red-haired boy with dirt on his nose. "And try to look decent."

They went into the Great Hall and did as instructed. The hall was gigantic, there was a higher staff table and four tables for the students, and the ceiling was of a dark blue color. Alex knew that it was so magical that it looked like the sky. A bushy-haired girl whispered that behind him. So she had also read Hogwarts. A History.

Most of the students were nervous, some even close to hysterical. They made up horrible rumors about having to do tests and wrestling a troll. Alex knew what was awaiting them, and he was really curious about it. How was it to be sorted? Well, he'd get to know that soon.

He looked at the teachers on the staff table. The old man with the silver beard had to be Dumbledore, the headmaster. Voldemort had said that he was a muggle-loving fool, but a dangerous one at that. Alex felt strong hatred towards the old and happy-looking man. He had killed his mother. But Alex was not to get into trouble, so he would have to ignore it.

Two other people on the table caught his eye, Severus Snape, a Death Eater with very doubtful loyalty, seeing that he was around Dumbledore so much and was teaching at his school, and another dark-haired man next to Dumbldore who Alex didn't know, but somehow felt as if he had met him before. He didn't think he liked the man though.

Professor McGonagall brought in a chair and an old-looking hat. The infamous sorting hat. It sang it's song. (AN: I haven't got the book with me, but I guess most of you know the song, so I hope this is no problem.)

"When we call your name you will sit down here and put the hat on. When you are sorted, go to your house table." She started to read from a list. "Abbot, Hannah!"

A blond girl practically ran to the chair and put the hat onto her head. After a minute or so, it shouted for all to hear: "HUFFLEPUFF!"

One of the tables cheered loudly and she hurried over, blushing.

It went on like this, until: "Riddle, Alexander!"

Alex walked to the chair, he noticed Dumbledore's face becoming worried and sad, and the unknown teacher looking at him full of hatred and disgust. Snape's face stayed emotionless.

He sat on the chair and put on the hat.

"What do we have here, a Riddle, eh?", said the hat's voice in his head. "Ambitious, yes... and rather cunning... not a bad mind either... you have a thirst to be great... and it's all in your head... so to help you on your way to greatness it shall be..."

"SLYTHERIN!"

The Slytherin table cheered and Alex sat down next to a prefect. The headmaster looked even more worried and slightly shook his head, frowning. The man at Dumbledore's side looked at him even more hateful, if that was possible. He seemed to be gritting his teeth. When he noticed Alex's stare, he turned to Snape and started talking to him. Alex was confused.

"Who is that teacher talking to Snape over there?" he asked the prefect.

"Oh, so you already know Professor Snape, our head of house.", said the prefect pleased. "Talking to him, that is Professor Lestrange, our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"Lestrange –RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE?" asked Alex in shock.

"Yes, exactly, I take it you have already heard of him?"

Alex didn't answer, he just kept on staring at the teacher, now also a hateful look on his face. Heard of him – yes, he had. Indeed...

His fingers closed around the amulet he was wearing under his robes. He was really fond of this amulet, it was silver and had the shape of the Dark Mark and worked like the ones that were burned into the Death Eaters' skin, informing him of meetings, though he didn't have to attend them at the moment. But that was not why he was so fond of it, for some reason it gave him comfort and calmed him. He had possessed for a long time and never put it off.

Now he had to resort to holding onto this amulet, to calm the storm of hatred, fury and pain inside him. This man... he hated him more than anybody else, him and Dumbledore... but for Dumbledore he had at least been prepared... he was not prepared for this... for this traitor.

Flashback

Voldemort looked around in the circle of Death Eaters. They all shivered at his icy red gaze, all except for the little boy standing a bit outside, in the shadows, as if some dark line separated him and the rest of the world, keeping him in his own world, a world that had been shaken badly short ago.

"One of our middle", Voldemort spoke softly into the silence, looking deep into the eyes of each Death Eater, ignoring the boy, "is a traitor, and trust me, I will find out who. And this person will learn the full extent of Lord Voldemort's anger."

End of flashback

It had been Rodolphus. He had offered Dumbledore his service as a spy and helped him get into the Riddle House which was very good protected. Dumbledore had tried to steal Alex, but Bellatrix had protected him until Voldemort had gotten the news and arrived. Dumbledore had killed her.

Later he had saved Rodolphus. The traitor would have found a not very happy end otherwise.

"You alright?" asked the prefect irritated. Alex nodded numbly. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a silver-blond boy with a striking resemblance to Lucius Malfoy following the conversation interestedly.

Zabini, Blaise, Slytherin. The sorting was over. Zabini sat down next to his friends at the other side of the table and they immediately started whispering, nervously looking at Alex all the time. He briefly wondered what they were saying when the headmaster stood up and cleared his throat.

"A new year at Hogwarts has begun. I welcome the new students, and I think all of you want to start the fest now, so I'll just say a few words before the food appears: (insert whatever he said here, it was something very silly)."

The food appeared and the students started to eat.

"Is he... well, a bit mad?" Alex asked the prefect. He wouldn't have believed what he had just seen had he not seen it. Even worse than he had thought.

"Most people think he's a genius and all, but going to this school for five years... yes, he definitely is."

The blond boy snorted into his food. Apparently his opinion about the old man wasn't very high either.

After the fest a prefect led them down into the dungeons where their common room was. Their trunks were already there, and soon later they went to bed.

I think I've written this rather badly, but please review!