This is my second fic (I deleted the first). But it's my first Harry Potter fic, so try to bear with me.
Declaimer- I'm not J. K. Rowling, trust me, if I was, I wouldn't be writing fanfic
His Queen: chapter 1.
Tom Riddle was in his third year, when his life was changed. Tom never expected to make friends at Hogwarts, though if he wanted, he could have been very popular. He never thought he would become the most powerful and feared wizard for a century. He never thought his downfall would be through a small boy. Really, he just wanted to go unnoticed by everyone.
Tom Riddle was a tall, handsome thirteen year-old. He had black hair that was somewhat un-neat and blue eyes that you could get lost in for hours. He was what any guy would hope to be, but he didn't care. He would spend time off reading or working on class work.
Tom boarded the Hogwarts Express just as the whistle sounded. Sighing, he started to look for a compartment. He finally found one that wasn't full; it only had one person in it: a young girl. 'Probably a first year' he thought.
"May I set here?" he asked her. She looked up and nodded, quickly going back to her book. He sat down and the compartment became silent again. Finally, after about twenty minuets, he decided to break the silence, even though he always stayed by himself, he couldn't stand the silence. "What are you working on?"
"What? Oh, it's just my sketch book. Something I can do when I'm bored. My brother said I was a freak for bothering to drawing so much and that they stink," she said, handing him the book to look at. "Did you give me your name? I kind of have a really bad short term memory."
He laughed, looking at her sketches, "I don't care what your brother says, these are really good! And I don't think I did give you my name; it's Tom, Tom Riddle."
"Ali, Ali Cooper," Ali told him smiling and accepting her book back.
"What's you brother's name, I don't remember anyone with the last name 'Cooper'."
"Oh, no one in my family is a witch or wizard," she said, blushing slightly. "I don't know who, but some girl called me a 'mudblood' when I told her, then left. What is a mudblood, for that matter?" Ali asked him.
Tom looked at her, wondering why someone would call her at. He might have been in Slytherin, and hated his muggle father, but he wasn't that cruel, well, not yet, "Mudblood is a foul name for someone of muggle decent, or with parents that aren't magic," He told her. They talked for a few more hours; Tom was shocked that there was never an awkward or dull moment.
As she went into the boats for the traditional boat ride across the lake, he hoped she would be in Slytherin, thought he couldn't see a person who seemed so innocent in his house.
When they got to the castle, Tom took a seat at Slytherin table and watched the sorting. When he heard 'Cooper, Ali" called, he perked up. Shyly she walked up to the stool and set the hat over her head. After a few minuets that hat screamed "SLYTHERIN!"
Ali walked to Slytherin table, were a few people were glaring at her. She slid into the seat next to Tom, who just gapped at her. Ali laughed and turned to watch the rest of the sorting.
When the headmaster (who was it at that time) finished his back-to-school speech, the students turned to the table expectantly. Ali received the shock of her life when she turned back to the table at found it full of food. Now it was Tom's turn to laugh and hers to gape.
As they eat, Ali turned to look at her first friend and asked, "Why were you so shocked I was in Slytherin?" He looked at her, not sure how to put it when she understood, "You didn't think that I had Slytherin in me did you? Trust me, I'm not the goodie-goodie people thi-"
"Why are you invading out respectable house, mudblood?" a blond girl asked, looking at Ali with disgust. Ali's ice blue eyes flashed but before she could say anything Tom cut in.
"Stay out of this, Black. Just because nobody likes you doesn't mean that everyone in this world is hated," he snapped. Ali was his only real friend at Hogwarts after all; he wasn't going to watch her be bullied.
"You didn't have to do that, really. Between my brother and father, I used to it." Ali said to Tom, blushing slightly. Lucky for her, her coal black hair fell in front of her face, so you couldn't tell.
"What do you mean, 'between my brother at father, I'm used to it'?" he asked.
"They hate me. And getting my Hogwarts letter doesn't help," Ali told him, somewhat reluctantly. He could tell there was more that what she was telling him, but wasn't going to press, she didn't seem to have wanted to talk about it in the first place. When she was ready to tell him, she would.
Well? What do you think? Is it bad? Good?