Chapter 3

September 10, 1948

Tom Riddle shoved past the girl blocking his path. "Move."

The girl opened her mouth to call out to him, but he wasn't interested.

She hung her head and looked dazedly about the crowded hallways. Young witches and wizards mingled around her, trying to get to their classes. They were giving her odd looks as she wandered about clad only in her pajamas.

Something tugged at the back of the girl's mind as she wandered about the slowly emptying halls. She found herself in front of a faintly familiar door. Before she could even knock the door swung open.

"Ah, I had a feeling there would be someone out here." A strangely familiar older wizard stood in the doorway. "Come in, my dear." He stepped aside and allowed her in.

He ushered her to a seat beside his desk at the front of the room. After offering her a lemon drop, he sat down. "What can I do for you my dear?" He asked.

"I- I'm not sure," The young woman stuttered, "I can't figure out who I am, I don't remember anything about my past except that it was painful, and I only vaguely recognize this place."

The man listened silently. Then he smiled, "Well, my dear, you do seem to be a witch and from the looks of you, just starting your 7th year. I suppose we could talk to the Headmaster. Perhaps if you spend a year with us you will be able to remember your past. Until then," He stood up and waved his wand. The girl found herself dressed in normal clothes and unmarked robes. "Choose yourself a name that you shall use this year."

"Could you choose it for me? I don't even know where to begin." She replied hesitantly.

The man smiled indulgently, "Of course. Would Emily Ophelia Ravensdale do for the year?"

"Yes, but," She cocked her head, "How did you come up with it so fast?"

He laughed, "I wanted my niece to be named that, but of course my sister thought it was a ridiculous name."

The girl, newly christened Emily Ophelia Ravensdale, laughed too. Then she grew thoughtful, "But what is your name and won't the Headmaster think it odd that there is a new student introduced by you?"

"Oh yes, my name is Albus Dumbledore. But," He added with a wink, "You may call me Uncle Albus."

Emily gave a shy smile, "Certainly, Uncle Albus."

"Now, shall we get you enrolled?" Dumbledore asked, motioning for her to follow him out of the office.

The pair set off down the halls to the Headmaster's office.

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At Supper

"Quiet down everyone." Professor Dippet called over the laughing and talking students.

Everyone immediately grew silent and looked up at the solemn professor.

"Today, we have a new student joining us. Normally such a thing would not be considered, but special circumstances surround our new student. I would like to introduce to you Miss Emily Ophelia Ravensdale." Professor Dippet stepped aside to reveal the young woman. "Miss Ravensdale will be sorted into her house now."

Emily stepped forward nervously and sat down on the stool in front of the entire school. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head.

Hmmm… A familiar voice said into her head. You've been here before, somewhere in the future I do believe. Ah yes, Miss Granger!

Emily was startled, why had she been called Miss Granger? Was that her real name? I'm terribly sorry. She thought politely. But I don't exactly remember my real name. Do you think you could use my new name? At least until I know more about myself?

Why of course, my dear girl! The Hat replied. Though, I must say that you have indeed changed quite a bit from your future self. You are much more mature. More cunning and crafty than the Gryffindor you were. Perhaps Slytherin would be the best place for you.

"SLYTHERIN!" The Sorting Hat cried. Emily stood up shakily and made her way to the Slytherin table. The Hall was dead silent as she slowly sat down in her new place as a Slytherin.

Tom raised an eyebrow at the new arrival. Why did she look familiar? He shook his head slightly and tried to ignore her.

This proved easier said than done. This girl was alluring. She had a quiet air of mystery about her and was, in fact, quite attractive. It didn't help that half of the Slytherin boys were asking her all sorts of questions.

The dark boy watched as she fended off questions. He soon discovered that her answers were evasive and not really answers at all, but more questions.

She had a fast mind, Tom would give Emily that much. Though she seemed as in-the-dark as most of her new "fans". He realized then, that this girl would make an interesting addition to his ranks of Death Eaters.

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A/N: I have a third chappy out and I'm quite proud of myself! I hope you guys enjoy this story.