Author's Note
I really like this chapter, things begin to happen. And someone makes an appearance! So, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and every single one after it. Also, much extreme love to my faithful reviewer fanxforever! And the other person who reviewed! Yay!
Disclaimer- I own none of the characters except Gwen...blah blah

Gwen couldn't help herself, she couldn't stop staring at Tom Riddle. Lord Voldemort. The young man who would one day murder her parents. Here he was, wearing the Head Boy badge on his Slytherin robes, standing tall and imposing, and staring right back at her with intensely dark eyes.
Gwen quickly averted her gaze, but she could feel him continuing to watch her as he crossed the room. She heard him climb the steps to the dorms, and then he was gone. She let out a breath.

A weight seemed to have been lifted from Harry as well. He caught Gwen's eye and sighed. She gave him a weak smile. "I know." She said.

"I'm going to down to the great Hall before classes start. I can't stay here, that was just weird." Ron declared, standing up.
"I agree." Hermione said. She and Draco both followed Ron out the door, grabbing their books before they left.
Harry looked at Gwen. "What about you? Great Hall?" he asked.
"I suppose it would be a wise idea. I don't really want to be in here when he comes back. I know we'll have to face him eventually, but not now. I'm not ready." She said wearily.

Harry got up and walked over to her, offering her his hand. She took it, standing up beside him.
"I know how you feel." He put an arm around her shoulder and she leant into him, and together the two of them walked out the door.

When they got to their advanced potions class, a much younger Professor Slughorn was there waiting for them. As was Tom Riddle. They ended up working in pairs. Ron immediately went to Harry's side, and Draco and Hermione were already working together. So that left Gwen.

"Miss Jessel-Weasley! Why don't you work with Tom over here? He's the top of the class you know." Professor Slughorn announced.
Gwen smiled and reluctantly joined Tom at his table, across the room from the other four.

She opened her own book to the proper page and began to scan the ingredients list. But she knew he was watching her again.

"I've never noticed you before until I saw you in the common room today Miss…"
"Guinevere, or just Gwen." She finished for him, not even looking up.
"Guinevere? Like Sir Lancelot and Guinevere?" he asked.
This caught her attention. "Yes. But most would make reference to King Arthur, instead of Sir Lancelot."
"I tend to go for the less obvious." He answered, smiling slyly before opening his own textbook.

It was then that she noticed the ring on his right hand. The ring he had stolen when he murdered the muggles and pinned it on Morfin. It was hard to believe he had already killed several people. He was young, ridiculously intelligent, and very handsome, with slightly curled brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a pale complexion.

Gwen shook herself, as if trying to shake away the thoughts she'd just had. She glanced over at Harry, who was in deep conversation with Ron. He looked up and smiled at her.

"Something wrong?" asked a voice very close by.
She nearly turned right into Tom, but he caught her by the arm.
"No, I'm fine." She replied, pulling back. She told herself she would keep her distant from him from now on.

By the end of the lesson, the two of them had both successfully concocted the proper potion and Tom seemed truly impressed. Professor Slughorn was already singing her praises as they left the room.

"Miss Guinevere I am impressed! That was a very difficult potion you just mastered there! I wonder, what are you doing Halloween night? I'm having a little party for some of my students and a few of my good friends. I wonder if you could join us? Your friend Tom here will be there of course, and we're dressing up!" He laughed to himself.

Gwen was at a loss for words. He hadn't invited any of the others, so she would be alone. And she didn't necessarily want to be associated as a friend of Tom's. But she couldn't refuse, she had no excuse.

"Of course Professor, that sounds wonderful." She agreed, and internally scolded herself for not being able to be a better liar.