Memories

Anya returned to Hogwarts on the first of September. It was a long journey and the trio were sitting in the carriage bored. Eclipse was sitting on Anya's lap hissing at anyone who walked past, whilst being stroked by her owner absentmindedly. Finally Naria broke the silence.

"How long till we get there this is so boring. What good is out going to Hogwarts only to die of boredom on the way there?" she complained loudly breaking Anya from her thoughts. She had been thinking about the necklace again, it kept playing on her mind whenever she had a moment alone. She had seen it before but she couldn't think where. Also the boy was a mystery to her she was still no closer to working out who he reminded her off.

"Hello earth to Anya?" Naria called to her. Snapping her fingers in front of her face, impatiently.

"What?" She replied shocked at the sudden appearance of her friend's voice.

"Have you got the time… this journey is taking forever."

Anya checked her watch. "We still have an hour to go. Stop complaining I was trying to concentrate."

"What has you so deep in thought? You've been quiet ever since we went down to Knockturn Alley."

"Its nothing I'm trying to remember something but every time I get close it slips away from me. It's annoying." Anya sighed. Zarian was sitting across from them completely at ease reading his book, seeming totally ignorant of there conversation.

"How can he be so at ease, he's been reading for hours?"

"Well not all of us have the attention span of a two year old Naria" Zarian replied not looking up from his book. Anya laughed whilst Naria glared at the book then turned to glare at her friend.

"That was not funny. I have a very good attention span."

"Yeah especially if it's a boy…in our transfiguration class." Anya added innocently giving a knowing look at her friend. Naria turned pink and looked away out the window muttering "I don't know what you're talking about". Anya laughed again before turning to Zarian.

"What are you reading anyway?" she asked trying to look at the title of the book.

"Just a book for next year. Trying to get ahead you know. "I'm surprised you aren't reading your book…"beauty and the beast" isn't it?"

Anya blushed, hardly anyone who lived in the magical world knew about that book, to them it was completely absurd. Muggles version of magic couldn't be more wrong. Zarian on the other hand had heard about it and even read it last year, much to Anya's embarrassment.

"It's in my case" she mumbled and laid her head against the seat closing her eyes and starting to drift of to sleep.

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Tom Riddle walked through the corridor, looking around the train for an empty compartment. Some 7th years had bustled him out of the one he was in and they looked like there was going to have a fight.

He finally appeared at one carriage with the people from Daigon Alley in it. The boy seemed to be reading from a book. One girl he hadn't met was gazing out of the window, whilst the one from Diagon Alley was apparently asleep. Well there was no where else to go.

"Can I join you, everywhere else is full" He asked the boy reading the book. His voice woke the girl and she looked up at him obviously confused to his presence in their compartment.

"What are you doing in here?" She asked in an irritated manner obviously not impressed about being woken up.

"He wants to sit in here for a bit." The boy told her. She seemed confused but nodded in understanding gesturing to the seat next to her. Tom looked at her for a moment before sitting down and getting out a book.

Anyana laid her head back against the seat. The dream had answered one of the questions she had. The necklace was no longer a mystery to her. She remembered where she had seen it before but how it got to the shop she had no idea. Last she saw it; it was around her mother's neck...

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It was 9 o'clock in Riddle Manor and Merope Riddle was putting her daughter to bed. A 1 year old Anyana was sitting in her crib a sleepy look on her face, the perfect picture of a child's innocence.

As she tucked her into the bed, a tiny hand clasped the pendant round her neck. The pendant was supposed to have belonged to Salazar Slytherin himself according to her hair brained father. Merope wasn't particularly fond of the necklace but kept it for sentiments sake, it was the last thing from her father she had.

She took the child's hand from the pendant. "Night night little Anya." She said kissing her daughter head. "One day, this will be yours my darling."

Turning to the door she turned off the light and shut the door. Once in the hall she held the pendant in her hand and sighed. Life was fine; she was finally free from her father. Touching the slight swell of her stomach she sighed happily again.

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A single bag was in her hand, and her pendant was round her neck.

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So she knew where the pendant was and who had owned it but not how it had come to be in Knockturn Alley? yet another mystery to unravel. Even more pressing was this boy.

"So what's your name then?" Naria asked Tom she had looked away from the window to see the new visitor. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back and she smiled fondly at him.

"I'm Tom and you are?" gesturing to the rest of us.

"I'm Naria Jones and this is Zarian Night and..."

"I know your name I saw you in Diagon Alley." Tom cut across her suddenly.

"Yeah I remember" Anya replied, what did the boy think she had forgotten it was only the other week. "Besides you don't seem to have a last name...boy?" she added to provoke him slightly. She picked up Zarian's book and looking at the title.

"It's Tom...Tom Riddle"

Anya dropped the book she was holding and Naria's mouth dropped. Zarian on the other hand regarded Tom wearily as if he were trying to make a joke.

"What?" the boy asked looking at their shocked reactions, "Why are you looking at me like that."

"Your...your...it's....how....what?" Naira stuttered.

"What?" Tom demanded getting annoyed at the lack of response. "Is there something wrong with my name... have you got a problem with it?"

Anya finally gained her composure and turned towards the boy in front of her. She took a deep breath and said...

"...I'm Anya Riddle."...