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Chapter 4- WHO is Tom Riddle?

Elena was about the open the door to the Gryffindor sixth year girls' dormitories, she was careful to be silent, not wanting to wake her sleeping dorm mates. What she did not anticipate however, was to walk into a brightly lit room with five giggling girls having a slumber party.

"…Speaking of delicious, have you guys seen Riddle, he is gorgeous."

"Tell me about it, I've had him in my arithimacy class for two years, he sits right in front of me! And I just stare at his beautiful back for the whole lesson"

"Ugh, you so LUCKY, I don't have anyone to look at in any of my classes, no wonder I'm actually passing."

Uhh, on second thoughts, maybe they weren't sleeping? Elena cautiously stepped in, she was unsure of what the girls would think of her interrupting their…party.

"Umm, hi" she said.

"Hello"

"Hey"

"What did you hear? Can you please not tell everyone I like Riddle?"

"Calm down Lucy, it's not like she's going to tell anyone. Are you?"

"Whoa guys, stop bombarding her with questions she looks scared."

"Can you guys please be quiet I'm trying to read. Besides, you shouldn't be doing this anyway, our lessons start tomorrow and we don't want a bad start."

"For goodness sakes, let the girl speak."

"Um, thank you. Well, I'm Elena Grey, I just transferred." Elena spoke.

"Transferred? Now? At this time?"

"Why would you transfer in sixth year?"

Whoa, a question at a time. Aren't you a loud bunch? Elena looked at the chocolate wrappings on the floor. Oh right, they probably were hyper. Well, might as well, answer their questions.

"I was homeschooled up till a week ago. My parents were killed by Grindelwald's followers, and my tutor and I decided it would be best to come to Hogwarts as I'd be safer here."

"Oh, I'm sorry", the girl sitting closest to the door replied.

"It's fine, I'm surviving", Elena shrugged off. Wow, these people are gullible, "Besides by Riddle were you talking about the Slytherin Prefect Riddle? The dark-haired handsome one with nice cheekbones?" she asked, before adding, "And eyebrows, his eyebrows are perfect."

"YES! He's the one," an exuberant blonde girl answered, "See, I TOLD you his eyebrows were great. But no, no one listened to me. You guys just said I was weird."

"Well, eyebrows aren't something a girl typically notices about a guy, Char."

"Whatever."

"Hey guys, feeling kinda weird here not knowing your names and all…" Elena trailed off.

"Oh, we are so sorry."

"Charlotte Brown", said the blonde. She looked like the typical blonde, tanned, blue-eyed, you know the deal. But she seemed nice enough.

"Lucy Stanton", said the frantic riddle-lover who has him in her Arithimancy class. She had short really-curly brown hair. I know what you're thinking, strange but the look somehow worked on her.

"Renee Thomas" said a quiet dark-skinned girl sitting at the back. She hadn't said much but seemed fairly pleasant. (A/N: Ok, so I'm not sure if JKR mentioned whether it was Dean's mum or dad who was magical. If it was his dad, lets pretend there is some other wizarding family with the surname Thomas)

"Kate Richardson." That was the slightly uhh...unpleasant (bitchy)… one. Well, who was Elena to judge, she didn't even know them yet. But she had to admit, Kate even looked like a bitch.

"Bethany Walker." The last girl smiled, "But everyone calls me Beth." Beth was one of those girls everyone liked, Elena figured. But to Elena, she just seemed like one of those really-nice, really-perfect people who you couldn't hate because they were so nice. But then again, who was she to judge, she knew them for five minutes.

"And uhh…who is she?" Elena asked, pointing at the girl reading under the blanket on the bed at the far end of the room.

"Oh, that's Muriel Weasley, resident uptight know-it-all", said Kate rolling her eyes, "Believe me; you don't want to get involved with the likes of her."

Well, that wasn't very nice. But then again, Elena wasn't exactly nice. She just kept her objectionable thoughts to herself. Come to think of it, she'd probably agree with Kate.

"So, you know the guy you were talking about? Riddle? The handsome prefect? Well…are there any other guys with the last name riddle in our school? Like is there a guy in our year called Tom Riddle?" Elena asked. She dreaded asking the question but she just needed to know the answer to.

"Elena you muppet, he IS Tom Riddle; Slytherin prefect, our year." Charlotte exclaimed.

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 change as face like that?

The more Elena thought about it, the more the shock sort-of died off. Tom Riddle the teenager was annoyingly perceptive, annoyingly perfect, annoying in all senses of that word, he had that I'm-better-and-smarter-than-everyone attitude, spoke like a smartass, was a neat freak… But that just made him a typical Slytherin, not an evil lord. This couldn't be right. Was there a photo included in the file that she hadn't seen? It just WASN'T RIGHT. Voldemort and attractive just don't go in the same sentence. You just can't.

"Oh," she replied stupidly.

"I am going to marry Tom one day", Lucy sighed. What was wrong with the girl? I mean, sure I appreciated his good looks, but even before I knew he was evil, even I thought there was something off with him.

Kate rolled her eyes, "Yes, we all know your love Stanton, personally, I don't see what is so great about him. He's cold, doesn't really talk to anyone except Malfoy and his Slytherin tag-alongs, and keeps to himself. I suggest you get your hopes down because he's never even talked to, let alone looked at a girl. I'd say the guy's a poof."

"TOM IS NOT GAY", Lucy wailed.

Elena thought to herself. It was plausible; really. I mean, the guy never loved anyone…what if he was in love with Malfoy or someone…who had a girlfriend who he snogged in front of Riddle all the time and then he got pissed off. That still doesn't explain it. AHA! What if the girlfriend was a muggleborn… and Riddle DID have perfect eyebrows; he probably was a closeted gay. But for some reason, Elena thought it was unlikely and probably uncharacteristic…but still, she wondered…

"Girls, what about our Gryffindor pride? We can't all be lusting after Slytherin's we're rivals! I think Charlus Potter is cute…," Beth (little miss perfect) interjected.

"Oooh yes, have you seen his abdominal muscles?" Charlotte giggled.

Abdominal muscles? She meant abs right? Who the hell calls them that? Right, I'm in 1944.

"Must be the quidditch," Beth sighed, "Anyway, how have you seen his muscles?"

"Oh, you know, we…"

"ARE YOU KIDDING?"

"Yeah, sadly I am, I was peaking in the changing rooms."

"Dirty girl, did you see anything else?"

"Oh yes." She smirked.

Weren't girls meant to be conservative back then? I suppose the books were wrong…Or maybe it was only Charlotte.

"Charlotte, it is reprehensible for a lady your age to have such a dirty mind," Muriel Weasley peaked out of the bedcovers to scowl; looks like someone was eavesdropping.

"You're just jealous Weasley." She shot back.

"Ahem," Kate interrupted, "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to call it a night. Lessons start tomorrow and I'm not going to show up looking like mess in the morning."

"Yeah, because you have so many guys to impress don't you?" Lucy retorted.

Kate rolled her eyes. "Goodnight."

"I think we should all get to bed," Beth suggested. Gosh, her I'm-so-wholesome-and-sweet voice was REALLY starting to bother Elena.

Once she was certain that all her dorm mates were asleep (Muriel was probably studying) she pulled out the file on Tom Riddle. Honestly, she could hardly believe Muriel was a Weasley; she was nothing like any of the Weasley's she'd seen in Hogwarts. There was Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's best friend, Ginny Weasley; who had earned quite a reputation amongst the Gryffindor girls, and there were the renowned Fred and George Weasley who she had heard so much about.

She opened the file and started reading. After she went through every document she realised she felt sorry for Tom Riddle. He was brought up in an orphanage, with no parents to show him what love was, the children in the orphanage probably called him a freak and he had no friends…being a half-blood in Slytherin was probably tough as well. She could see what brought about the muggle-hating.

He was never treated well by them and after realising his muggle-father abandoned his mother and him, because he didn't want them. The lack of love and acceptance was probably what condemned him to becoming a paranoid sociopath.

Well, she would make a start on the friendship thing in the morning- if he didn't annoy her, that is.

A/N: WHOOT. That's it for the mo' people. *loud boos chorus from the audience*

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EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 5:

She realised with horror that she was sprawled over him and her skirt had inched up. SHITE, and she just happened to be wearing her very lacy- very translucent underwear that morning. Oh god, oh dear god. If Riddle noticed anything he didn't mention it. Flustered, Elena quickly got up, smoothening down her skirt.