A/N: Thank you so much all of you for your lovely reviews! Anonymous Echo: yeah I guess it is pretty confusing at first but I'll clear it all up for you. So Elena was 12 during the final battle and this is set in an alternate universe where Voldemort kills Harry. Her two best friends were Muggleborn and were also killed. A year ago she was disowned by her parents (this will come up later as she would be able to relate with Tom as he's been an orphan all his life). So now for the chapter…this is where things are going to start to get really exciting because she travels back in time and bumps into…(hint: he's a 6th year Slytherin prefect with first name Tom and last name Riddle) So get ready for the first Elena/Tom action in the story. Of course they hit it off well (if by well you mean arguing.) Well, without further ado: ZE CHAPTEUR! (Excuse the French accent, I have a French oral tomorrow and am getting over buzzed up about it). Ok, the rambling ends here. Enjoy my dear readers!

Chapter three- Hello, Gorgeous!

Ring, ring

Elena snored lightly, turning around and covering her face with her blanket

Ring, Ring

"SHUT UP YOU WRETCHED EXCUSE FOR AN ALARM CLOCK."

And so the day started…

Elena got up in a hurry, throwing an endless stream of curses at the clock. Didn't professor Snape tell her they were leaving in the morning? Yikes, she hoped she wasn't too late. After a quick shower, she stood in front of the mirror and charmed her hair dry. Wrong move. Instead of lying nice and flat like it was supposed to, Elena's hair poofed up like a fan, falling around her face like a poofy, frizzy ball of…hair. Bloody hair. Elena stared at her reflection in horror, her dark -the only word she could honestly think of was poof- of hair contrasted shockingly against her pale skin making her look…well, depressing.

Sighing dejectedly, Elena got dressed and carried her trunk to Snape's office.

This was just fucking perfect, Elena thought.

Come on, it's not like you need to make a good impression on teenage-Voldie, he probably looks about a million times paler and uglier than you. The little voice in her head argued.

Ok, who the bloody hell are you?

Why, I am you Elena Colden, you are talking to yourself

Elena banged her head against a railing. Talking to herself? Now she was going clinically insane. Ok, focus Elena focus, be POSITIVE. Ok, so what are the good things about the mission? No Marquisse for goodness knows how long, no annoying professors, no Carrow, no buggersome parents, no silence, no dorm all to yourself…

"Miss Colden, were you just talking to yourself?" Professor Snape interrupted her thoughts, an amused half-twisted-weird smile on his face.

"Um…no?"

Snape raised an eyebrow, "Right."

"So, I trust you've come prepared for this mission?" he continued, "As you must have read last night, your name is to be Elena Grey and so your little head doesn't get confused, we kept the same first name. Now, you are a sixth year homeschooled up to now and your parents were recently killed by some of Grindelwald's followers, your tutor has run away and you have no choice but to go to Hogwarts."

"Wait, I'm in sixth year? But I'm in seventh year!" Elena cut in.

"Professor Dumbledore would prefer if you were to go during Riddle's sixth year. It is the year he commits his first murder; his father. There is still hope for you to help him."

"Uhh ok, go on."

"You are to go see Headmaster Dippet, give him the letters; you will probably be sorted again…"

"Wait!"

"I am waiting." Snape narrowed his eyes. Whoa calm down, I'm sorry I said you were acting out of character last night but that didn't mean you could come back to normal so quickly.

"Should I ask the hat to put me in Slytherin, or should I just be in Gryffindor? But wouldn't Voldemort hate me if I was in Gryffindor? But I really don't want to be in Slytherin…"

"Miss Colden," Snape was on the verge of losing control yet he kept his voice calm, "How you tackle this mission is not my problem, you can be in whichever house you wish. You could probably choose Hufflepuff as well though I don't see how that will help you in any away. Moving on, you will be using a portkey to travel back in time, and it will work as long as you clearly repeat the incantation 'transporto mihi tergum sexaginta annus' before touching it. The portkey has already been cast with special charm that will enable the incantation to work, sending you back, literally, sixty years. I trust you've packed everything and are ready to go?"

"Yes, but…"

"What."

"Uhm, can you fix my hair?" Elena asked sheepishly. Snape sighed and flicked his wand, "Anything else Miss?"

"Yeah, how do I get back here? You never told me."

"That, I do not know."

"WHAT?" she nearly screamed.

"You go to Dumbledore in the past, he should probably still be alive", he said sarcastically, "Ask him to cast the vicis viator charm on the portkey; you will probably need to change the incantation. I am sure Professor Dumbledore would tell you everything. Any more questions now?"

"Nope", she grinned. If you ignored the entire creepy befriending-future-evil-dark-lord thing, this mission would actually be pretty fun. Alright Mini-V, watch your back, because her comes Elena Colden, I mean Grey. Whoops, i've got to remember that.

Elena blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dark, musty atmosphere around her. Where the hell am I?

She tried to get up, only to bang her head hard on the low ceiling. Ouch. She seemed to be stuck in some sort of broom closet…hopefully in 1944.

She tried to open the door, but no avail. She was locked. In a dark, constricted closet, where she could barely see. Shite. Did she say the right incantation? What is she messed up one small word, which caused her to end up in a completely different time frame…what if she went back six hundred years instead of sixty? What if…well, the possibilities were endless but there was only one way to find out.

"Help?" she shouted pounding her fists on the door, "CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HELP, IM LOCKED IN A BROOM CLOSET"

She shouted, and pounded, and banged the door until her voice was hoarse. After about half an hour, she gave up, slumping against the door. Looks like she would have to spend the night in the dirty, dingy broom closet…she'd probably end up eating herself, and dying a slow, painful death as her flesh rotted like the mould in the corners of the closet. Lovely mental picture wasn't it?

Just as she was about to give up all hope, the closet doors jerked open and Elena fell on the floor, coughing and spluttering. Note to self, don't lean on the doors of a closet, you'll fall out and hit your head when someone opens it.

"Would you mind telling me exactly what you were doing in a broom closet, alone, at this hour?" Her nameless-rescuer questioned. Elena couldn't exactly describe his voice, it was calm, controlled yet somehow haughty? Like I said, it was difficult to describe.

"Um, what time is it?" She managed weakly, her voice still hoarse from all that shouting.

"Eleven thirty." The boy was impatient, tapping his foot on the floor annoyingly...yet his voice was still cool, calm and controlled. Either way, he gave Elena the creeps. She looked up from the floor, to face her nameless-rescuer for the first time and…

BLIMEY! She had to literally stop herself for stuttering incoherantly.

Hello, Gorgeous!

The boy, well he looked around about her age, maybe a little older...he was, well…beautiful. Her still-nameless rescuer was really tall (but that could be because she was on the floor) with wavy black hair, neatly parted at the side (figured he'd be a neat freak),high, defined cheekbones, a strong jaw line…bloody hell, he was perfect.

Elena had read tons of cheesy stories, you know? Where you see this amazingly perfect guy and its love at first sight? Well, she never believed in them, you know, being the cynic she is, but honestly, this was exactly like one of those moments; where a fairly-plain damsel-in-distress gets rescued by the handsome prince.

Elena stared on, her mouth slightly open (God, she hoped she wasn't drooling, how embarrassing would that be?) before shutting it quickly. She continued staring at the hot-but-still-nameless-probably-a-sixth-or-seventh-year. His eyes were too dark to make out in the night light, probably grey or blue, either way…

"Um"

ELENA YOU NUTTER! Of all the most intelligent things you had to say, it had to be um. Great, now he'll take you to be some sort of dim-witted idiot. Great. Wonderful impression to make.

"Miss are you alright, you seem a bit disoriented?"

GAHH, and he was so polite too. Wasn't he absolutely perfect? Hey, snap out of it Elena, this guy is probably sixty years older than you. Not to mention he is completely out of your league. That's even worse than the paedophile-sparkly-vampire and his whiny girlfriend Bella. What was his name again? Edmund? Edgar? Actually, no… nothing can be worse than that.

She continued to stare stupidly at unnamed-rescuer…lets call him hot-guy for now until she figures out his name.

Say something you twat!

"Uhm, yeah, fine. Could you take me to see the headmaster?" He raised one perfectly arched-brow. Honestly, why is he so gorgeous? He's definitely doing wonders for my self esteem right now. I wish my eyebrows looked like that. I mean, I tried to do them once but I only ended up shearing off half my eyebrow and had to cover it up with eyeliner. Except it was painfully obvious what had happened, Marquisse hadn't let it go for a week…until my eyebrow grew back of course.

"Why would you need to see the headmaster at this time?"

Can you tell me where you get your eyebrows done? She wanted to ask, but of course, that's not something you tell a stranger…well, a very attractive stranger. "I'm new, just transferred."

"You transferred at 11 o'clock at night? How did you get into the broom closet?"

Ok, now he's starting to get annoying. This isn't his business.

"I am a prefect, it's my business to catch students, especially those with suspiciously implausible excuses", his tone was sceptical.

Oh whoops, she must have spoken that out loud…unless he could read minds…

"Can you just take me to the goddamn office?" Elena shouted, infuriated

"Tut tut, language little one. Young ladies your age shouldn't have such a…colourful…vocabulary."

Excuse me, who are you calling little? And I'd have you know my vocabulary is much more colourful than that thank you very much.

But she thought it would be best not to provoke him. It was best not to raise suspicion anyway. Apparently girls of the time were submissive little – well, she realised that if she wanted to fit in she had to at least make an attempt not to stick out like a… GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER ELENA…stick out like a…banana…yeah, that's what she meant. Wait, bananas don't stick out. AHA, stick out like a flower. Yeah, that's non-sexual enough…except it doesn't stick out. Ok, who cares? She just didn't want to make it so obvious that she wasn't from the time.

"Look can you please just take me there. And I'm not little, I'm a se- sixth year."

"Fine, follow me."

Elena followed nameless-hot-stranger up the stairs, to what used to be Snape's office. But instead there was a pale-skinned old man, reclining on a chair (Elena thought he must be asleep) with balding white hair.

"Excuse me, Sir?" hot-guy said his voice perfectly polite. Argh, infuriating bastard. If only he wasn't so good-looking.

"Ah yes, Mr. Riddle, to what do I owe this…pleasure?" Ok, so the dude was not asleep. WAIT, did he say RIDDLE. Wasn't that Voldy's last name? Well, it might have been a common last name back then, there was no way in hell this guy was Tom Riddle.

"Well, there is a student out late, claiming she is a transfer student."

"Oh, alright Riddle, I'll see to her, you may leave."

And with that, hot-guy-who-shares-evil-dark-lord's-last-name left the room.

Elena pulled out the letter from Professor Snape, "Sir, I know this may be an untimely arrival, but I was homeschooled up till now. My parents were killed a week ago and my tutor and I have decided it would be best for me to come to Hogwarts as I would be safer here. He has written you a letter with all the details", she said putting her best polite-voice on.

The headmaster's eyes quickly scanned the note. He immediately accepted the note (no wonder he was never suspicious of Voldemort) and ushered Elena to sit down on the chair in front of him.

"Miss Grey, I see you are a sixth year and have received excellent results for your OWLs. You will have to be sorted however…I suppose it is good you have arrived late, you missed the sorting with the first years, I doubt you will have enjoyed that."

Damn right, how embarrassing would that be? Thank you portkey. Oh dear, was he gonna sort me now? What the hell would I say? Should I be in Slytherin? It would help right? But I'd have crappy dorm-mates.

She allowed Headmaster Dippet to place the tattered hat on her head. As she expected, she soon heard the voice in her ear.

'Hello Miss Colden.' Uhh, you mean Miss Grey? My name is Elena Grey.

'Oh, my bad sorry.' Wait, how did you know my name?

'My dear, the sorting hat knows everything about everyone.' Can you read minds? 'Then how else would I know which house to put everyone?' Oh right, yeah, nevermind.

Wait, if you know everything who was that prefect who dropped me in the office? 'That is for me to know and you to find out Miss Colden.' Wait, are you suggesting something, what do you mean? 'Can I please just get on with my job? The headmaster is getting impatient.'

Alright, can I not be in Hufflepuff? 'That is for me to decide. Now let's see, you're definitely loyal enough to be a Hufflepuff, hmm; you'll do anything to stand up for yourself and your friends. Brave enough to be a Gryffindor and you've got that Gryffindor temper too. You're ambitious enough to be in Slytherin.'

He actually thinks I could be a Hufflepuff? He can't be serious, Hufflepuffs are right pansies. 'Alright, I'll rule Hufflepuff out, with language like that there is no way I'm putting you there. Hmm, where to put you…what do you think?'

Uh, you are actually giving me a choice? 'Sure.' I don't know! I honestly don't. "Well, neither do I, you are certainly more a Gryffindor than a Slytherin, but Slytherin would help you on your mission much more…although you are better suited to be a Gryffindor."

Can you just do this? The professor is nearly asleep. 'Alright, I'm going to say...' Yes? 'Say…' HURRY UP ALREADY YOU'RE TAKING AGES, 'Alright, I just ran a thorough compatibility analysis on you' DON'T GO SEARCHING IN MY HEAD 'And I just can not put you in Slytherin, you would never fit in, Better be…Gryffindor!'

Could have said that ages ago, genius, I'm already in Gryffindor in the future. 'Well, if I couldn't put you in Gryffindor, I would have said Hufflepuff, except you hate Hufflepuffs…Ravenclaw is a big no.'

"Miss Grey, I take it you have been sorted." Obvious. Were you asleep or what…oh wait, he probably was…

"Riddle is waiting outside for you, he will escort you to your dormitories." I KNOW WHERE THE COMMON ROOM IS! Oh wait, I'm a transfer student, right. Oh, but I don't know what the password is…

"Is there a password or anything? If…Riddle…is not in the same house as me?"

"Oh yes, how could I forget, Riddle is a Slytherin prefect, one of the best actually, but anyway, the password is 'bubbletea'

Thanking the Professor, Elena walked out of the office to see the mysterious 'Riddle' who may or may-not (probably may not) be Tom Riddle. Actually, the thought itself was absurd and made her want to puke. So, how would she ask him anyway? 'Do you know a repulsive snake like creature who shares your last name?'

"That took a while." Oh hurray, Mr. Sardonic is back.

"Well, excuse me, I was getting sorted." She retorted.

"No need to get fired up because I merely commented on how long you took. What house are you in? I presume you are here because you want me to take you to your common room."

I just knew he was one of those posh prats, well... he is a Slytherin… "Whatever. I'm in Gryffindor."

"Should have expected as much." He replied, not angrily, but not pleasantly either. What the hell was up with his attitude? He needs therapy.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" she asked angrily before smirking and adding "Riddle me that, eh, Riddle?"

"Was that some pathetic attempt at humour?"

"Glad you liked it. I live to amuse." She was sarcastic.

"Sure." He raised his eyebrows again. I WANT HIS EYEBROWS. Elena couldn't help but ask out, "Are your eyebrows natural?"

"Why wouldn't they be?" he was suspicious.

"Uhh, of course not, they're just…really…nice, you know?"

"No…I don't know, but I…appreciate the complement." He didn't sound like he appreciated it at all. And he's looking at me like I'm an alien. Oh whoops…

"Ok look, I'm really not in the mood, can you just…take me there already."

"If I remember correctly you were the one who started this in the first place."

"Ok fine. Whatever. You win, I lose, I couldn't care less."

"Really? It seems like you would care a lot?" He said with an amused smirk. WAS HE LAUGHING AT ME. I'LL SHOW YOU.

"No, I don't", she said through gritted teeth, "And how would you know anyway? You don't know me?"

"I'm going to leave the argument at that before you blow up even more."

"I WAS NOT BLOWING UP"

"Ok, you were not." He replied calmly and started walking.

"Hey wait, where are we going?"

"I was under the impression I was to escort you to your common room."

Well, Mr. Obvious, what do you think? That we were having a tea party with a couple of arguments thrown in?

For the next couple of minutes they walked in a surprising silence. The tension was so thick you could probably cut it with a knife…well; it wasn't that thick but thick enough that it would take a very sharp knife, like the ones you use to chop up meat.

The silence wasn't broken until they reached the common room. "Ok, well uhh…bye…it was nice…talking to you." Elena spoke.

"Goodnight, I s'pose I will be seeing you around."

OHMYMERLIN HE SAID GOODNIGHT. Wait, why am I hyperventilating over this? I do NOT fancy him, he is infuriating and annoying. ARGH.

"Bubble tea", Elena told the fat lady before stepping in and walking in to the sixth year dormitories.

A/N: So there it was. The first time Elena and Tom met each other…except Elena refuses to believe that the 'Riddle' she saw was 'Tom Riddle'. She has a mental picture of Voldemort being an ugly, half-snake half-corpse so naturally she would be sceptical if she were told that an extremely good-looking prefect like the one she saw were Tom Riddle. Anyway, tell me what you thought about it by clicking that lovely blue button that says review. (it would be very much appreciated)

Next Chapter: Elena meets her Gryffindor Dorm mates and finds out that Riddle is indeed Tom Riddle.

And here is a little excerpt:

Hold on. WAIT A MINUTE. Did she just say? No she did not. She didn't. There is no way in Godric Gryffindor's shiniest, leather boots that THAT GUY was Tom Riddle, future dark lord. IT JUST WASN'T POSSIBLE. Elena had seen Voldemort before, and he looked well, repulsive. Nothing at all like the gorgeous boy who everyone claimed he was. It was impossible. Even sixty years of age can't do THAT MUCH to you. Or maybe he went through plastic surgery to look more evil. Why would anyone want to do change as face like that?