A few not-so-fun encounters

A/N: Yeah, kill me if you'd like, it's been a very long time since I last wrote. Like a long, long time. But, to my defense, school, practically no reviews… it can get a bit depressing. But for now I'm back with a new chapter. So take your sweet time to read and review until the next chapter, which you can make come. Also, read my new Dramione fic, I'm really proud of it (even if it's just one chapter).

~Little Miss Magical~

"Sorry I'm late!" I said, gasping for breath at a small man in 3 Broomsticks.

Professor, Dippet, or as I had written, Diputty. I realized my mistake a bit too late.

Professor Dippet was a pudgy little man with small amounts of hair on his shiny scalp. He had an irritated look on his face, like the one annoying teachers wore when you turned up late. I didn't like him very much, but I forced myself to smile.

"Ah yes, and you would be Ms. Dupont?" He said flatly.

I nodded, and looked down at the poor shaking niffler. "I found this poor thing suffering. Can you help?"

Dippet took his wand from his robes and muttered "Episkey!" The wound closed up and the blood disappeared.

"Now we can speak of your most unusual case. You see, Hogwarts normally doesn't take transfers, but the war has made some changes to this rule, and Dumbledore believed that it would be immoral to deprive students willing to learn of their education. Here's a list of the things you need, and arrive at platform 9 and ¾ on the first day of Hogwarts. Until then, you will need to hand me your transfer forms."

"Forms?" I asked.

"Yes, they are very much necessary for this kind of thing." He said impatiently.

"Er… of course. I don't have them with me right this second. I will get them soon and owl them to you." I kept my voice polite, as he was turning out to be quite helpful.

"Also, class registration. You will be taking NEWTs this year, and I will need 5 courses from you."

"Defense against the Dark Arts, charms, transfiguration, potions and ancient runes." Those were really the only courses I wanted to take, and five was a mighty load for someone like me.

"And your final class will be Home Economics." Dippet finished.

"Home economics?" I choked out.

"Of course; all of the proper things to know if you are to be a house wife." He said mindlessly.

"A house wife? No, I have no interest in being a house wife. I intend to do something useful with my life, instead." I said angrily. What a sexist pig! I had forgotten that there was a great prejudice against girls in the past. No wonder they flinched when I cursed.

"Well, good luck finding a job and a husband. Know that it will be very difficult to get an E or higher in the classes you have selected. Very few take more than you have and do well." Dippet said dismissively.

"Well, I'll have you know that I happen to be very good at Defense against the Dark Arts." I snapped. I was the best in the class in the past… well future, and I intended to keep it that way.

"Tom is the top of every class including that one, perhaps he can help you. Well, I must be off." Dippet was about to apparate back.

"Wait, what to guys take instead of Home Economics?" I asked him.

"Physical defense. Hardly a class for any proper young lady." He said with a superior air.

I snorted, "Sign me up."

"What?" He looked shocked.

"I told you to sign me up. I have the liberty of choosing my classes and I want to take physical defense, thank you very much."

He set his jaw and shook his head briskly and disapparated away.

"Damn him!" I snarled.

"Hey, how'd it go?" It was Malfoy once again.

"Not terribly well. He seems to think that girls can't handle physical defense." I sniffed.

"Well, it isn't the safest class. And I'd hate to mess up your face." He admitted.

"I've been through much worse." I said in a challenging voice.

"I believe you." He said warily.

"Oh, by the way, is Tom… Dippet's star student, Tom Riddle?" I asked hesitantly.

Abraxas seemed surprise by my sudden question.

"Yes. That would be him." Abraxas nodded reluctantly.

"Oh." My shoulders slumped slightly.

"How do you know him?" Abraxas asked suspiciously.

"I met him at the orphanage. Pretty creepy guy, if you ask me." I said honestly.

He laughed. "You aren't like the other girls."

I cracked a smile, "Well, I try."

Tom's POV.

Where was she? Where had the girl, whatever her name was, gone?

One moment, she was there, the next, out of sight. I calmed myself down. I had already put a snake under her covers, and she would discover and scream when she lifted them up.

Oh, the girl would never mess with me ever again. Like everyone else in the orphanage, they would fear me. And that's what I wanted.

Fear. Fear was the only thing that pleased me. Seeing it on people's faces was delicious, especially when you have caused it. It shows that you are superior to them, and they are below you.

I had appreciated my father's shocked and scared expression when I knocked on his door and asked for some tea. He had blubbered like the idiot muggle that he was, unable to appreciate the last moments of his life. He had deserved his death.

I sat on my couch, undisturbed, writing in a black notebook with my name engraved in gold letters on the cover. No, my father's name. My name would soon be changed. Soon, all would know me as Lord Voldemort.

Alice POV.

I bid my new unexpected friend goodbye, and excitedly took my new niffler, whom had taken quite a liking in me back to the orphanage.

I put him under the bed, and although it was almost dinner and all had gone to dinner, I was not hungry; Abraxas bought me dinner and sweets. At first I felt a bit guilty for letting him pay for all of the stuff, but then again, the Malfoys are stinking rich.

I decided to rest a bit, and pulled up the cover for a nap. I gasped and jumped back three feet.

"Oh Merlin's beard!" I whispered. A snake had settled itself in my covers. A long one, at that.

"What'sssss wrong?" It hissed at me in a mocking tone.

"Ah! You can talk!" I took another step back. I hated snakes with passion, especially after the chamber of secrets.

"What? You can undersssstand me? How?" It seemed more confused than any other snake I'd seen before, which was not many.

"You're speaking in English! Of course I understand you!" I exclaimed, unless…

"Parseltongue." I whispered, and my voice wasn't the same as it normally was. I spoke in a series of hisses and other strange noises I heard Harry utter in the past.

"How?" I didn't understand. I couldn't understand snakes in our second year and certainly wouldn't start now.

I was starting to be like Harry! The though brought a lump to my throat, and I closed my eyes tight. I would stay strong. I would go to Hogwarts and figure out a way to sort out this entire mess.

First, I needed to understand. It had something to do with the invisibility cloak.

I looked at the snake, who had disappeared in the time I was distracted. I wondered if the cloak had somehow given me the power to communicate with snakes…

A/N: Perhaps a boring nonsensical chapter with no juicy stuff you wanted to hear but I just wanted to put an update in. I recently went to Universal Studios and got my own wand and it stirred my HP spirit so here you go.

Signing off,

Little Miss Magical