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"The boundaries between life and death are
at best shadowy and vague.
Who shall say where one ends
and where the other begins?"
Edgar Allen Poe

Tom Riddle stood quietly before the gated house at the end of the street. This was his prison, the one place he could not escape from, his greatest embarrassment. And now he had to spend the rest of his summer wasting away in the godforsaken place. It was ridiculous! He was better than that place, better than any filthy muggle crawling in there. Even as a young child he couldn't stand living there, he was different. The other children he could deal with, he could handle them just fine- a few tactics of revenge and screams in the night kept others away, but it was the headmistress he couldn't handle.

Mrs. Cope was the devil in flesh, truly a demonic being from Hell. She was convinced he was a wicked child and attempted numerous methods of sanctifying him. None of her methods worked mainly just left scars and near death experiences with humiliation to last a lifetime. One day she would pay for her transgressions, one day she would pay for her mockery. They would all pay.

Finally, wrinkling his nose in disgust, he opened the gate and stepped inside. Only one more summer like this, and he was gone. No, actually till he turned seventeen and then he'd leave. He could do magic then, without the annoying watchful eye of his head master. Dumbledore was being quite the meddlesome fool, his gaze always harsh and directed to him. The professor knew everything he was capable of doing, everything he was already doing just unable to prove it.

What Tom wouldn't give to find anything of question about the old man.

Holding his head straight back, he entered the building. No, he didn't have the status here that he gained at school, but fear was even better. At Hogwarts, everyone believed he could do no harm, that he was perfect- and he was, just not their idea of perfect. Their idea of perfection was equal to weakness in Tom's eyes, power was never meant to be restrained.

As he walked the halls of the orphanage, the children playing quickly hushed up and backed away in fear. Tom Riddle relished their fear, milking it for all it was worth. All he wanted was to report to head mistress and hole himself up in his room in peace. He needed to prepare for his sixth year. The past year he created a group named the Knights of Mortis. Truth be told, he wasn't sure about the name, but the Knights of Death sounded dark enough for the time being.

He was well aware of how powerful he was, and decided it was time to put that power to use. Grindelwald was an icon of sorts, he decided in the past he would fashion himself partly after him. His ideas made sense, a world where muggles and mudbloods knew their place, it was like Utopia. He didn't belong in Dumbledore's world, where tolerance reigned and filth polluted the Wizarding World. He learned when he was quite young that he didn't fit into any mold of Albus Dumbledore, in fact, the older he got, the more angry he became at his head master- so much talent, and so much waste.

As he reared the finally turn he heard yelling ensuing from the head mistress's office. It sounded like a girl's voice. Stepping closer to the door, he listened at the conversation.

"How dare you just presume anything! I do not want or even need a roommate!" The girl screeched. "You will fix this, or I swear to god you'll have bloody wished the Ripper was here paying a visit and not I. Do we have an understanding?" Suddenly the girl's voice became deadly.

Slightly impressed by what he heard, he opened the door partly almost smirking by the sight in front of him. There, standing over the desk and in the face of Mrs. Cope in a dangerously high-riding skirt, was a girl seemingly close his age. He just prayed her face did her justice to the fantasy conjured up in his mind. Not that she mattered, she was just another worthless whore, the product of the weaker sex.

"Is there a problem Head Mistress?" He asked in an innocent voice.

Mrs. Cope's eyes found his and to his surprise relief was evident too.

"Oh thank god," she replied. "Adara, this is your roommate."

Suddenly all thoughts of fantasies flew out of his mind, instead an anger settled in. There was no way in fucking hell he was having a roommate, especially a filthy muggle girl.

The girl then turned around, and despite Tom's anger, even he couldn't deny her beauty. Her piercing blue eyes, dark black wavy hair, medium height and curves in all the right places, he knew he was ogling in a very improper way. After his eyes hungrily took in the delight before him, they stopped at her 'like something you see' sexy smirk.

Immediately his anger ignited tenfold, at being one upped, by the worthless bitch.

"Mrs. Cope I really do agree, this is ridiculous. I haven't the need for a companion, as I'm sure she doesn't either." He finally spoke, patiently despite his building hatred.

The girl's eyes sparkled mischievously, while her smirk stayed put.

"I agree, and besides how could I possibly sleep at night knowing this' she stated while pointing nastily to him, "is loitering in my room." She finishes.

Self control was the only thing keeping him from hexing the girl, she truly should be worried about the things he could do to her while she slept. While he didn't have a wand, the old fool took it from him each year before summer, he had acquired the skill of wandless magic. But Dumbledore knew nothing of that, and he intended to keep it that way, only waiting to expose it at the right time.

Mrs. Cope then stood up and brushed off her skirt walking straight towards the door and in between the two.

"Well, I'm sure you two can figure something out. Right now I have matters to attend, so please get out." She spoke as she held the door open.

Tom held out his arm, indicating for Adara to leave first. She simply then gave him a cocky sneer before walking out. Tom took notice of the way she walked, the air about her. She walked as if superior to the world, as if she was completely untouchable, unbreakable. Suddenly excitement welled up inside him, he loved a good challenge. Breaking her would be his sanity this summer. The game was easy, he always won.

Charm her.

Gain her trust.

Fuck her.

Then break her.

The fantasy of seeing her head hang down in total loss, in complete heartbreak, and shame for herself and lack of self-esteem caused a dark smile to form on his lips. As he followed her into their room he noticed how it had changed. The windows were shut up with cardboard type material and just the air in general seemed dark. Something was off, something not right.

Shaking it off, he decided he was over reacting.

The girl, still having her back to him, walked over to one her cabinets and opened it, pulling out a cigarette. Slowly putting it up to her mouth she lit it before speaking.

"Let me get something straight here," she began after taking a drag. "You touch anything and I'll crucio you out of your fucking mind." She stated coolly.

Suddenly the air went cold. There was no way she could have known that! How could she have known who he was? Or rather what he was? He didn't even have his wand for Christ's sake!

Adara then turned around slowly, this time her blue eyes appeared slightly darker, as a twisted smirk sat on her face. She then slowly made her way towards him.

"Oh I know what you are Tom Riddle, and I know the things you can do." She spoke seductively before blowing spoke to the side of his face. Then leaning close into his ear- whispering, "And Grindelwald is very interested."

Pulling back, he noticed how her perfect bow-shaped lips smirked in a sexy manner, and how her eyes crackled wickedly.

So this is chapter One! Please review!