I dream of you…
Tom Riddle was stepping off the train, staring into the mass crowd of students. That's when he saw it, a head of long platinum blonde hair. He was extremely startled, for that was his mother's hair. He wanted to get close to her, to touch that hair. He tried hopelessly to get closer to her, but the bustling crowd made it impossible. He was soon swept away by the crowd down a narrow steep path to the bank of a lake. There were boats, and people began to get in them in groups of four. Tom got into one quickly. The boats took off suddenly, and Tom saw her ahead in one of the boats. He couldn't see her face, and he leaned around to try and get a better look.
"Watch it." Hissed an older student next to him. Tom scowled at him.
The girl was trailing her long pale fingers through the water, making ripples in the others wise still, smooth lake. Tom was utterly entranced by this girl. She turned, as if in slow motion, and looked directly at Tom, as if she knew he'd been watching. Her eyes were bright emeralds and struck him, taking his breath away. All he could do was stare open mouthed as she smirked and turned back around. Soon they were all ducking and going inside a wide opening in the cliff face. They went along a dark tunnel which led them to a little harbor and everyone clambered out. They went up the path and inside two huge oak doors that lead to an enormous entrance hall. Professor Dumbledore met them there and herded the first years into a small chamber off the hall, while the others went in the door to the right. Dumbledore told them they would soon be sorted, and to be patient. A few moments later Dumbledore returned and led them in a line to the Great Hall.
Tom was still looking around frantically for the girl he had seen earlier. He had lost her when they got off the boats. Did I just imagine her? Please… let her be real. He thought, his dark blue eyes still searching for some sign of her.
Tom was suddenly shaken out of his reverie when Ramirez, Carmella was sorted into Gryffindor. He was coming up.
"Riddle, Tom." Called Dumbledore, and Tom made his way to the stool and sat down as the hat was plopped over his eyes.
'Hello, Tom Riddle. A nice mind you have here. You could do well in Ravenclaw.' Said a voice in his head. He shuddered- he didn't like the feel of it.
"I will be put in Slytherin." He told the hat.
'Quite bossy aren't you? Slytherin is definitely in your blood, that I can see. You are not brave enough for Gryffindor…' Tom clenched and unclenched his teeth. "Slytherin." He hissed. 'Oh, all right then. SLYTHERIN'
Tom proudly stood and turned toward the Slytherin table and sat down. As he took his seat next to a tall girl with long, shiny black hair, he continued searching the crowd for that platinum head of hair. Then her saw her step up as the name Strife, Isobelle was called. She sat down carefully on the bench as the hat covered her eyes. A moment later, the hat shouted 'SLYTHERIN!' and the girl took a seat a few people away from Tom. He tried not to stare, but he couldn't help it. She was beautiful, her pale pointed face like a faerie. He noticed that she did not talk to anyone at all. He wondered if perhaps she was a loner.
This was the beginning of his obsession.
A/N- My wonderful beta, SickFantasyChick, who also happens to be one of my BESTEST friends (LOVE YOU!) Said Isobelle seems MarySue-ish. While she may seem such right now because shes sooo beautiful… that's not everything. Besides, it's only what Tom thinks. So, REVIEW!!! The more reviews I get, the more I want to keep writing. Much love… peace… REVIEW.