~ Cute ~ Harry thought with a blush. "Hi" Harry squeaked out.

"Not to be rude or anything" Hermione started.

"But who are you?" Neville asked finishing Her question.

"I do not believe that we have met before" The Teen said in a low husky voice sending shivers down Harrys spin.

He slowly removed Harry from his lap and stood with effortless Grace. "My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle" He smirked, holding his hand out to shake.

Dumbfounded, Hermione shook his hand quickly, an intense blush colouring her body. "Hermione Granger" She said shakily.

"Neville Longbottom" The boy said with a low bow. "Pleasure to meet you"

"The pleasure is mine" Tom said, inclining his head with a charming smile. He turned to face Harry, Smile growing bigger. This action caused Harrys knees to go weak. (Lucky he was still sitting)

"Harry Potter, Pleasure"

"Hmm, The pleasure is all mine" Tom replied, gently taking Harrys hand and grazing the knuckles with his lips.

Harry didn't move his hand, it was still in Toms grasp. The two stared into each others eyes, completely forgetting the audience they had with them. That is, until someone cleared their throat. (In a over the top kind of way)

A red faced Harry turned to see his friends giving each other the 'Someone has a crush' look. followed by the annoying matching smirks.

"So," Tom asked, conjuring his own seat. It was a black leather spinning seat. "What houses are you in?" He asked Curiously. The Pre-teens all looked down in depression. "Gryffindor" They said, sounding like they hated the thought of staying there.

"Really? Did you use the House as a Cover?" He asked, resting an elbow on the armrest, chin in his palm. This caused Harry and Neville to get into a long Conversation with Tom about the Pros and Cons of the houses.

Neville saw Hermione walk over to the Diary in the corner of his eye, But didn't voice anything.

"How did you come to be dark, Mister Longbottom?" Tom asked crossing one leg over the other.

"Please, Just call me Neville" He said smiling. "And to answer your question, My Gran never actually cared about Light or Dark. she was a Neutral through and through. My father didn't know that, and grew up believing that he was Light. When my Gran found out about my preference to Magic she simply smiled, and told me what books I should read" Neville laughed at the end. "I say books, but they were really tomes, I was 8 when I found out I liked dark themed stuff, and those books, well..." He trailed off.

Tom looked at him with a knowing smile, but chose not to comment. thus, leading to an Awkward (In Neville's opinion) Silence.

Neville quickly turned his attention to the only female in the room. "Mia, what are you doing?"

He. However, didn't get a reply. "Mia!" He said louder to gain her attention.

"huh?" Hermione mumbled turning around to face him. "What?" She asked, looking distracted.

"What are you doing?" He asked looking at her with a frown on his face. ~ Why is she looking so... Ditsy? ~ "What's wrong Mia" I tried again.

She blinked once, twice, then said in a dazed voice. "It's this Diary" She trailed off for a moment. "I don't know how to explain it, but I feel more then just Magic coming from it, like a presence.. I don't know" She said letting out a frustrated huff.

"impressive" Tom voiced with a thoughtful look. "Can you feel anything else?" Tom asked with a tilt of his head. Curiosity shining through his eyes.

Toms Curiosity was contagious, seeing as Neville and Harry walked over to the Diary.

Harry swiftly took it from Mias grasp and examined it closely.

(H POV) I felt the Magic swirl in my hands. "Strange" I held the diary close to my face and breathed in through my nose. "This is weird" I mumbled out.

"What's weird Harry?" Neville asked Curiously.

"I don't know" I looked back at the Diary. "There's a smell there like... Roses, Apple" I smelt it again. "Something else" I looked back up at Nev. "You have a try Nev" I said handing the diary over to Neville with a confused look on my face.

I watched Nev closely, trying to see what he would do. As soon as the Diary touched him he flinched.

I watched as Nev flipped the book over in his hands, looking at it from different angles. Suddenly, he brought it close to his eyes. "What is this?" He breathed out. Eyes shining with awe.

"A memory" We all turned to see Tom looking at us closely.

'gasp!'

We faced Hermione just in time to see her eyes glaze over.

Me and Neville looked over to Tom to see if he was angry for being ignored, He looked quite neutral leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, head tilted to the side.

After a few minutes of silence Hermione broke it with another 'gasp'

"What is it Mia" Neville asked. "Did you find out what it was" I finished for him.

"He's a Hocrux" She said, staring at Tom with a look of admiration.

Tom raised an eyebrow. "How do you know about Hocruxs?" He said in his smooth voice. "I didn't know about them until I was 15. and no offense. you Were raised as a Muggleborn. How in Merlin..." He finished with a confused expression.

"I'm attracted to Dark objects" she replied with a shrug. "I've read every book I could get my hands on about Hocrux's, The Boys and I were talking about making one in the summer"

To her surprise Tom laughed aloud. "My Brother and Sister were the same. They favoured dark objects. they were the reason i am standing in front of you today"

"You have siblings?" Harry asked wide eyes. "Yes" He said humming slightly.

"Twins to be exact" He trailed off and I could have sworn that i saw a light bulb flashing on top of his head.

"Would you like to meet them?" He asked bringing me out of my amusing thoughts.

And… Cut! Great job guy! We'll see you next time.

To Be Continued...

I know what your thinking. "Why is she Re-Writing it? Hurry up and update!"

I was reading my stories, because I keep getting them mixed up, when I realized how crappy my spelling was "Arh!" I was getting sooo pissed off. "Because I couldn't read my story" and so, I decided to Edit them.

So... Sorry for my Crappy writing! It's getting (A little) better (I think)