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Welcome all my wonderful readers! This is my first fanfiction or first story that I'm writing Here. I hope you will enjoy this story and would let me know how well I did it. And I'm really new to writing stories, so I'll make mistakes, please feel free to let me know!❤️🐝

I tried to make this story as unique as my imagination would allow. I've read many Tom Riddle X Reader fanfictions and every story was just wonderful in its own way. This is also a Tom Riddle X Reader fanfiction though the whole story doesn't just revolve around only tom and reader, it does have a plot of its own. I've tried a different approach for this theme, keeping it light and simple, yet it'd push you to the edge of your seats. [ So hold tight ;) ] I will try to put the least gruesome toxicity, extreme blood chiling graphic violence possible in this story. It's rated M for the intimate scenes it carries and the mild violence that I intend to put in here. And let me make this clear, there won't be any 'seggs' scenes or anything too smutty, but I assure you there will be FEELS. I'm sure you'll love that. And I'll also try and mark the chapters that will possibly carry those 'M' scenes. Nevertheless, if it makes you uncomfortable kindly skip that part. I wish to keep this fanfic rated M for now, and depending on how the story actually turns out, I'll decide on whether or not to remove it.

And for the updating part , I really do not have any fixed time for publishing my story but I usually post updates within 5 to 6 days. Sometimes it takes less than the said time and sometimes a little more. (Life happens) Suffice it to say I'd never take more than 2 - 3 weeks to post update if not an emergency. And I. Will. Never. Abandon. This. Story. This story is also one of my dream come true so I'll never be able to abandon it.

I've already babbled a lot I guess in the description and again in here ( being new to writing and publishing does that to you i guess :) ] anyways , again please review my story, vote and comment. (Ps. I absolutely love inline comments -3- ) And let me know if you liked it and want me to write more of this type of stories or you want me to try and write something new (which I will). Though constructive critisism is accepted, negative , hurtful , discouraging and vulgar comments and/or messages are absolutely not acceptable. If you do not find my story to your liking and enjoyment, kindly refrain from reading it.

That being said, blow the whistle and commence the journey!

~ Thank you

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You have just completed reading Harry Potter and the deathly Hallows. The HP series never getting old. And yet again after completing the series, your thoughts started running wild and you found yourself wondering if there really was a Wizarding World and if you were a witch.

Sighing and coming out from your musings, you switched on your laptop as you wished to watch The Deathly Hallows part 2 just after completing reading the book. It has always been a habit for you to watch the movies right after reading the books. This never failed to enlighten your mood and you never got bored by watching these series, instead you tend to get lost in the movies just as you get in the books, as if it were real.

With that thought in your mind, you crept into the kitchen downstairs, wanting to enjoy binging while having something to devour. You didn't want to risk your parent's rage, if any noise awoke them from their sleep.

It's 2 in the morning for goodness sake.

Being an expert in grabbing mid-night snacks however, you masterfully crept into the kitchen and from the fridge took out a rather big scoop of your favourite ice cream, putting it in a bowl, you silently went back to your room, feasting on the ice cream throughout the way.

After entering your room you put the bowl on your bed carefully so as not to spill its contents. You climbed your bed when a chilly wind blew from your window. It sent shivers down your spine. It was drizzling just a few hours ago. You have always had a dislike for wet and dampen weather like this, though you enjoyed the breeze and the occasional thunderstorms that came with it. You enjoyed rain but not this depressed weather.

Wishing the weather would become favourable, you climbed off your bed and went to close the windows. The air had become crispy cold now.

And as you stood infront of the window and looked out, you noticed it was eerily silent outside.

Considering the time, most people are not habituated to chorus at 2 am.

You smelled in the cool air, it made you feel content. Judging by the dark reddish clouds in the sky you could tell a pouring was in order. Again another depressed day, you grimaced. While closing the windows, you suddenly realised it was not only eerily silent but it was also pitch black outside, not a hint of light. This was not unusual, however, there is a difference between the darkness of a clear night and of a cloudy night with an eerie crimson glow. And today's silence felt strange, like something was about to happen.

Another icy wind brought you back to reality and you quickly closed the windows. Humming, you went back to your bed, laid down on your stomach, laptop turned on, movie started, room lights off, covered in your cosy blanket and the ice cream bowl by your side, you are all set for the night, to get lost in the magic of the Wizarding world.

Your internet connection was unusually weak today. Strangely enough, the wifi showed full connection, but was clearly disturbing. Halfway through the movie, the connection went off completely. You restarted the laptop, reconnected the network, did whatever you knew could possibly bring back the connection, but nothing helped. Groaning, you sat up from your current position when suddenly your laptop went off,

"What the hell is happening today!?"
You exasperatedly exclaimed and reached out your hand to check your laptop but accidentally spilled the ice cream bowl over your bedsheet.

"BRILLIANT! Offcourse why would you be left behind?",

"..."

"Pathetic", you grumbled lowly, scowling at the current condition.

After some moments, you heaved a sigh and giving in to your fate, you put the bowl on your bedside table and watched at the mess on your bed.
"So much for just watching a movie " you huffed and moved your laptop to your study desk. Then you started pulling out your now covered-with-melted-ice-cream bedsheet from your bed. The sight that stood in front of your very eyes after you took off the bedsheet, would be engraved in your memory till the very end.

There, under the covers, were innumerable letters spreading throughout the bed. It must have been five mailboxes worth of letters emptied onto your bed.

"What the--" You trailed off noticing a rather familiar letter among the pile. You picked that particular letter out of the mess. As soon as you recognised the letter you dropped it in shock. Shocking enough to send the Dursleys to hibernation in a cave.
"NO..nonononono...it cannot be",
your hands shaking and thoughts running.

This wasn't possible, no!

You didn't know what to think! If all these letters were already here then why didn't you feel it under your body? And why this particular letter? You pinched yourself to make sure you weren't dreaming. No you absolutely were not.

Is this some kind of a joke? Yes it might be. some prank? But who will do it? My friends? No they can't, they live far enough from my house to actually put up a prank like this! Neither was my birthday near and April Fool's day has passed. Then what, who and why?

... Along these thoughts you realised it may not be any joke and perhaps it was real.

Shaking off the initial shock, you concerned yourself with the problem at hand. And you noticed something, not all the letters were the same; the sizes differed along with the colours of the envelopes and the wax stamps too. Some even came with some attachments. You picked up the letter you had dropped. You would never mistake it for any other letter, the heavy yellowish envelope, the purple stamp, the Hogwarts Crest just as it was described in the books and shown in the movies.

You gazed upon the Hogwarts letter in disbelief and wonder. You caressed the seal with trembling fingers, knowing it might hold the truth of your dreams. As you unraveled the envelope, time itself seemed to hold its breath, the air around you alive in anticipation.

[ Oh how much you wanted this letter to arrive , for this moment to come , if this was true you'd be eternally grateful to whoever was up there!]

With shaking hands, you started unfolding the old and rusty looking parchment and immediately an earthy smell wafted to you and permeated the air around it. You read the contents of the awaited letter

It read...

𝑯𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒓𝒚
𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑶𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆
𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔,
𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒖𝒔 𝑫𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆,
[𝑶𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏, 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒄. 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒕 𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑴𝒖𝒈𝒘𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔]

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔 (____),

𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰, 𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒖𝒔 𝑫𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒕𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔.

𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒑𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚. 𝑰 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒂 𝑴𝒄𝑮𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒍.

𝑯𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑯𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.

𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚,
𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒖𝒔 𝑫𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆
𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒓𝒚

𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪 𝓜𝓬𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓵
[𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒂 𝑴𝒄𝑮𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒍]
𝑫𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔

You immediately searched the envelope for the remaining contents and found a ticket, the ticket to Hogwarts Express!

Was it really true then?

...three times, four times, how many times you may read the letter, it remains the same. Hogwarts is in danger. But it seemed to you, it was not only Hogwarts that was in danger. And this was not just a letter, with a heavy heart you felt, this was a plead.

How can this be a joke?

Only time will tell.

And your focus shifted to the magnificent mess on your bed.
How has all these letters gotten into your room under you bedsheets no less!?
You looked out of window, there wasn't a sign of any owl, you didn't expected them to be.

How then?

Magic.

You felt overwhelmed with everything. The adrenaline rush from earlier left you feeling tired. Neither were you in a condition to read all these letters at once. Somewhere you felt, you've read the most important letter of the pile.

You gave a sigh of fatigue and noticed the long forgotten stained bedsheet on the floor. You decided you need to sleep first to restore your energy. The rest can be decided in the morning. And if all these were true and you were to take on this journey , you'd not rush the experience. You'd rather do it in a planned way.

Getting a Hogwarts letter at the age of eleven is something else and discovering the Hogwarts letter in this way was an altogether different matter.

"Wow! Who thought the Wizarding world would find its path to your bed?!"

"..."

"Gosh, that sounded wrong!"

A glance at the clock told you it was 5 : 50 in the morning. With a yawn you realised all these shocking events couldn't take your sleep away. You loved to sleep.

Without any more thought, you picked up the stained bedsheet and put it inside the laundry basket. Somehow you managed to arrange all the letters into your drawers and hastily put a new bedsheet on your bed. Fortunately, the melted ice cream didn't spill on your blankets so you didn't need to change them. Pulling the curtains of the window to not let the morning light in, you clumsily collapsed onto your bed and grabbing your soft blanket, you slowly let the deep slumber take over.

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You smiled waking up as you remembered the events of the previous night. But then you groaned remembering how much work you're left with. Washing the stained bedsheet and with all that happened last night you almost forgot what happened to your laptop. Then the ice cream bowl.

oh! How much I wish that I could complete these work with just magic!

Planning the chores you sat up but as you looked around, all your to dos ticked itself. The room looked much tidier. A glance at the laundry basket told you the bedsheet wasn't there nor was the ice cream bowl on your bedside table. But this wasn't possible. None of your parents would do that. No, it was your responsibility. A thought suddenly crossed your mind. And you dreaded it.

Was it all a dream then?
Oh Please don't be a dream!please don't!!

Almost pleading you made a dash for your drawers and yanked it open to find last night's pile of letters with the Hogwarts letter on top of them. Letting out a sigh of relief, you flopped on the chair, your hand on your thumping chest.

The buzz of the usual bustling of people in and about their work around told you it was noon. You've successfully managed to sleep throughout the day even after such shocking events. Wow! I seem to intrigue myself! You completed your morning duties all the while pondering on what to do now that you've got all those letters. As per that you are required to go to the Wizarding World as soon as possible. Hogwarts exists then?

Humming merrily you went downstairs for what? Breakfast? No! For the first meal of the day! There! That sounds better.

After finishing your 'first meal', you went to your parent's room. They were long awake and busy with their work but they loved you as you, them. You thought of checking on them and assuring them that, no! You do not spend 24 hrs just sleeping, you laughed at that.

You returned to your room with an elated mood, two pecks on the cheek and one on forehead. They loved you.

Now, you have a lot to work on and plan on. So before your thought gets anymore scattered and you end up overthinking and doing nothing, you started filling the top of your desk with all the letters of previous night which you didn't read and planned on reading them.

Arranging the letters you noticed that only the Hogwarts letter looked worn out as if it were kept for a prolonged period before it was sent to you. It was old and rusty. The parchment inside was off white and yellowish at some places and it was almost on the verge of tearing up at its folds. But the ticket to the Hogwarts Express looked new. It was obvious wasn't it? They won't sent you a 200 years old reservation ticket. You laughed at the Thought!

Anyways, you started reading the other letters. Halfway through them you stopped, already knowing the rest are of the same message. On each of the letters , at the extreme left there was written in bold letters "HELP". You figured that all letters contained nothing but the desperation of the folks of magical world, that they needed help for 'something'. Well, what that 'something' was , wasn't mentioned clearly but you could make a vague idea what it might be. After reading HP series so much you are very familiar with the 'Wizard's problem'. Though, reality might be different, who knows.

Again you stared at the stack in front of you only to realise each letter was pleading in its own way. You couldn't take it anymore. There was something seriously wrong going on in the Wizarding world. You didn't know what you could possibly do to help them but wanted to do what you can to help them out. You weren't a witch, so why they relied on you so much was beyond you. All the answers lies behind the barrier of our world you concluded.

But how will you get there? Portkey? There wasn't anything that could be one nor anything as such was mentioned in any of the letters. Or they wouldn't have sent the ticket. You didn't know how to apparate or doubted that you could.Floo powder? You almost laughed at that. You're going insane. Then a thought suddenly crossed your mind

"If at the time of their emergency all these letters could find a way to me then the way ahead would also appear in some way or other , I believe the road to Hogwarts will also find a way to me."
You said. Though there was this lingering doubt at the back of your mind that all this might just be a prank and you might be making a fool of yourself. But then if it was true, then you needed to get prepared for anything you might face.

So you started packing, yes! Packing! You had a tour bag of yours that you absolutely loved. You took that out and arranged all the clothes and stuffs you might need on the way and after arriving there, along with some dry food. You even went as far as packing the fake wand you purchased. With all your packing done, Now what?

You wrote down a quick letter for your parents that you're visiting one of your closest friend whose keen relative has died. You have left in an emergency and you'll be back soon. Though you knew you might have to face them after you get back not that "soon" after, but that is a problem for later. Not now.

As for now you knew you'd have to reach platform 9¾ but how? And when you'll leave? And how would you know when to leave? Huffing exasperatedly you sat down on your bed wishing a way would just pop out from somewhere.

As if listening to your wishes suddenly a parchment popped out of nowhere or rather out of thin air. You caught it before it landed on the floor.  It wasn't folded nor was it old. Yes it was a bit yellowish but not worn out. You quickly read it out

~ Dear miss (l/n)

This is a portkey to The Kings Cross Station, platform 9¾. It will be activated precisely five hours after sun starts setting. The train leaves half an hour after reaching the station. Kindly be prepared with required equipments.

~Deputy Headmistress
Minerva McGonagall

"So this is it then. It's true"
"Ah! Finally! Finally I'm going to the Wizarding World!! It's going to be an amazing experience and I'm ready for this adventure" you exclaimed delightfully all the while grinning from ear to ear.

you glanced at the clock to realise it was 4:45 pm and the portkey would be activated at 5:00. You had no time . You made a rush for your clothes and made a quick journey to the loo. When you returned it was 4: 59, you rushed , grabbed the ticket, the portkey and barely managed to touch your bag pack when you felt an unusual sensation of being pulled at by an exterior force. Your head was spinning , you closed your eyes as you felt like you're being pulled in through a very narrow suction pipe. But as soon as the sensation started it stopped, but it left you feeling nauseous.

You kept your eyes closed for a moment to compose yourself. Then you slowly opened it. The sight you behold left you feeling so emotional that you almost dropped to your knees. It was platform 9¾, and the huge, beautiful and enthralling Hogwarts Express stood there in all its glory. The scarlet and black colour, just as it was told in the books and shown in the movies. To actually watch the train standing in front of you is a different experience.

"Bloody hell!" You felt like Ron at that moment. You could feel the magic in the air. You didn't know how to describe it. It was ... different... unique. The platform was full of Wizards and witches in their robes and cloaks. Not much like it has during the start of session but fairly a good number of folks was there.

You were so lost in its beauty you almost didn't realise the train was about to leave. But fortunately you did glanced at the clock at the last minute and managed to get on the train.

The train started moving at a slow rate. You found yourself an empty compartment after exploring the train. Though maximum compartments were empty assuming it was a little after the start of the term in Hogwarts. You sat just beside the window putting your bag pack on your lap. Hogwarts Express started gaining speed.

The compartments were a little different as described in the muggle world. Though it didn't matter.The compartments were lined along one side of the train with doors but there were no glasses on the doors. The opposite walls of the train had windows but the compartment doors didn't have any. The seats were of a deep maroon colour and had a vintage touch to it and was soft. The walls were of a deep brown colour. Despite the chill outside, it was warm inside. A wonder of magic you guessed.

You grinned realising you're actually experiencing all of these for real. The initial shock of finding out the Wizarding World was long gone but the excitement and anticipation of what lay ahead didn't. You tried to take in the magical world as much as both of your eyes would allow. It had a unique sense of peace and tranquility to it. You claimed yourself to be extremely lucky to actually get the chance to experience the magical world.

The compartments were magically lightened you observed while taking in it's beauty.

It was now a long way to The Hogsmeade Station judging from what you've read. The scenery outside was alluring with all the clustering clouds and the sun setting down. As a result of certain reflections and refractions the light of the setting sun gave a tinge of lavender to the clustered clouds. But due to the rather depressed weather even at these part of the world, it was getting dark quickly. Your wrist watch showed it was a quarter to Six. Only fifteen minutes passed after you've boarded the train. You continued looking outside the window as your thoughts started scattering and your eyes dropping. You drifted to a slumber again with the realisation you are in the magical world for real. The last thought you had before you left for your Dreamland were
"Magic is real!"

Chapter Text

You woke up with a start realising the train has stopped. Shit! Did we reached Hogsmeade already?  You nearly panicked and looked out of the window beside you, it was dark and foggy , you couldn't make out a thing. But it didn't seem you reached your destination. The train would've left otherwise. It was standing still.

It was rather chilly inside the compartment, you noticed. The earlier warmth was gone. You pulled out a hoodie sweatshirt from your backpack and put it on. Now, you thought of checking outside your compartment as to why the train has stopped here and also to make sure if you've really reached your destination. As you sat up in order to check out, the lights went off and the already chilled temperature dropped more .

"Ah! I'm getting such a POA feeling"...you trailed off as your compartment door started to slide open.
Yep! It's definitely POA from my perspective! Great!
Two cloaked and hooded figures came into view and with the deep fog outside you could clearly make out their silhouette. There were more than just two of them, you noticed, and they've started sliding into your compartment. You suddenly felt depressed and weak.

Dementors.



You could've sworn there was a abrupt change in the air surrounding your compartment. You felt miserable as they came nearer.Your whole body shivered. Oh how much you wished you knew magic and had a real wand. But all thoughts went away as you felt something being sucked out of you.
You felt empty. You felt hopeless but you could hear a distant voice telling you to do something and quick. But the urge to do anything at all was fading away fast, but the distant voice continued. You needed to do something, anything. anything!

Expecto Patronum.

You thought. You didn't feel up to actually voicing the spell. You doubted it'd work. It was a rather advanced magic and a difficult one at that. But you can try atleast. With more strength you again thought.

Expecto Patronum

Again nothing. You felt more miserable than before and weaker. You felt the continued sucking out of something from you.

Happiness

Now, you know what was missing in the spell. You have to think of the happiest memory and then say the spell. You've to think fast. Happiest memory... happiest memory....yes!

[ /Put your happiest memory here\]

You thought of that memory and again put emphasis on that spell with the last ounce of hope you're left with.

EXPECTO PATRONUM

Just when you started losing all the hope a bright light erupted from nowhere , so bright you had to keep your eyes tightly shut. You felt the warmth return to the compartment along with the lights which you could make out from your closed eyelids. You kept your eyes closed for the dizziness to pass and slow down your heart rate.

Still shivering a bit from the recent events, you opened you eyes to see the dementors were gone, the compartment door was open, the fog outside was cleared and no, you haven't yet reached Hogsmeade Station. Taking a deep breath you composed yourself and your thoughts. Before closing the compartment door you took out a bar of chocolate from your bag and started eating it, all the while thanking Remus Lupin and his advice,

"Eat. You'll feel better"

You certainly felt a lot better. The chocolate helped calming your nerves and you stopped shivering. That meant the chocolate part in POA was not a joke. You chuckled.

The train started moving as chilly air started coming in from the corridor outside. You went to close the door, brooding on what that white light was and if it was the result of your spell. You were so indulged in contemplating that bright light that you didn't notice when two figures started coming towards your compartment.

"Stop!"

Someone said or rather ordered, it seemed, when you started closing the door. You peeked to your left side of the corridor only to find two familiar figures hurriedly coming your way.

They were both dressed in long black hooded cloak with their wands out. The outfit seemed awfully familiar. But where? Where have you seen it.

"Was it you?" One of them asked , starling you, you realised now they're standing in front of you with your back to the compartment door and theirs to the opposite wall.

"What?" You didn't really catch their question so you questioned them back in  answer.

"Are you dumb?" One of them sneered.

"Excuse me. But I didn't quite understand your question" you replied getting annoyed a bit.

"This is the last time we're asking you this ,girl. Was it you who produced that patronus to drive away the guards?"
One of them asked.

"Guards?" You confusingly asked , what were they taking about? What patronus ? What guards?

"Don't get on our nerves you little piece of shit! Just answer the damn question or we know other ways to get it out of you" they seethed violently and glared at you. One of them spitted into the dustbin nearby and then continued glaring at you.

And the realisation hit you. You almost squirmed under their hated and irritated look had it not been due to the fact what they did to Professor McGonagall. One of them rather. You were terrified yes, but not weak. You figured you're taking a long time answering their question as they slowly started to raise their wands.

These carrows can be deadly and painful.

And you didn't wanted to die or feel extreme pain before you actually start your journey. Well it has started, then you didn't want to face this so soon. If possible then never. So you answered

"Yea...No, no it wasn't me. Actually I was starting to ponder who did that you see. So no it wasn't me." You replied with a bit of confidence.

But, suspicion was clearly written on their faces. They looked at each other suddenly as if agreeing to something which made you nervous.

" We will inspect your compartment and check it out" They simply informed you.

Knowing you could do nothing but hope that nothing increases their suspicion after inspection , you nodded and motioned to your compartment.

Although nothing out of the ordinary was there. Not that you were carrying a secret weapon or something that could add to their suspicion. But you couldn't help but feel nervous. Anyone in your place would.

"Why aren't you carrying your wand with yourself?" One of them asked after successfully messing up the contents from inside your backpack. Judging by the female voice you figured it was the sister, Alecto Carrow.

"No reason" you shrugged a bit exasperatedly at their actions.

I did a good job carrying the fake wand. Would have never thought, it'd pass for a real one. You thought a bit relaxing.

"Our lord will be pleased if you did" the death eater replied.

You quickly decided to play along.
" My apologies. I will from next time. I do not wish to displease our....lord" you stated without stuttering but hating the feeling of calling someone lord. You can make a wild guess as to who he was. Thanks to the obsession with Hp.

" Perform the spell" Amycus, you guessed, ordered while handing out your 'wand' to you in such a fashion as if it was burning his skin. You hoped it did.

You knew which spell they were talking about. Had it been a real wand and you managed to perform it , they'd have cursed you then and there and take you to their 'lord'. Death Eaters were not supposed to be able to perform this particular spell. Not that you were a Death Eater but by the way of their questions, it seemed the patronus they're talking about was not supposed to be produced.

Anyway, your 'wand' wouldn't be able to perform it. So you can escape Fairly easily. Being over confident you took the 'wand' and incanted loudly with every bit of confidence within you...

"PEXECTO ATRONUM!"

🙂

Someday or the other your idiocracy is sure to kill you before moldyshorts did.

"Sorry I was a bit confused" you replied apologetically before they were able to curse you to oblivion.

They just glared in response.

"We do not have the whole day!" One of them spoke through gritted teeth.

You ignored the response and this time casted carefully...

"Expecto Patronum!"

As you expected, nothing happened though the suspicion was gone from their face, you could tell they weren't satisfied.

"Show us your mark" ordered one of the death eaters.

You almost choked on air. Any hope of escape was now gone. Why didn't I think of the mark before! Ugh!  You could tell from their faces that they won't be leaving you anytime soon or without seeing your mark.

You couldn't lie but you could give excuse. Yes!

" I don't have the mark " you sorrowfully replied as if to imply how much you wanted to get it. Duh!

"You dare not follow the Dark Lord's order? Are you not aware of the consequences of breaking the law?" alecto seethed.

You can now grip the current situation of the Wizarding World slowly. If taking the 'mark' was law then you didn't wanted to think what else could possibly be happening here. You could finally understand the severity of the situation.

"I deeply regret my late return here. I realise I couldn't prove myself to be a faithful follower. But all these years after my parents.....died for the cause of our lord and kept me away from the war I tried to find a way back to him, to our 'lord', but some rather 'unexpected circumstances' delayed my return. I assure you to take the mark as soon as possible and to prove myself as a faithful follower and I do not wish to disobey his orders" you replied hoping against hope that this would satisfy them. And it did, rather more than you'd have liked. You regretted your mouth after hearing their reply.

"Good that's very good. You shall accompany us to our lord's residence then. Consider it a privilege. Our lord will be pleased as well, gaining such a faithful follower as you. You will wait for us here after we reach Hogsmeade Station"
One of them commanded and both left the compartment.

You closed the door as you exclaimed downright shocked and terrified,

"How do I manage to get myself into the worst possible situation everywhere?"

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It has been almost half an hour since the Carrows left your compartment. In the mean time you tried to come up with every possible solution to your current predicament. You need a way out from the clutch of these Carrows.
You were trapped. Shoot! What will I do now? What is the possible way out?
You almost started hyperventilating.

Calm down y/n, calm down! - you tried to console yourself. There has to be a way out! Goddamn it! Taking deep breaths and slowing down your heart rate, you started contemplating on possible escape plans. Whatever the plan is , you've got to think fast. Time is running out. From out of the window, you could figure out distant dimmed lights.
Hogsmeade station is not far. You presumed.
But you do not have a plan yet. Any plan you'd start to consider on , was sure to kill you at the end, one way or other. And you certainly didn't want to die so soon or rather in this way.

I've spoken this same sentence for the second time in 2 hours. Great!

You are in a death trap now with no possible way out. You didn't want to think what could possibly happen if the Carrows took you with them. You certainly didn't have any wish to take the mark nor did you want to visit voldemort now without any knowledge of what's happening in the magical world. Nothing could make you take it. And you didn't know what Voldemort would do if you refused to take the mark, worse yet if he knew about you being the last hope of the Wizarding World, then chances of you getting out alive would be, negative :). Even if he didn't knew about you , you'd be killed anyways when you refused to take the mark.Then there was this chance of him using you to his advantage. Oh! You are in so much trouble!

You weren't a witch. There were worse possible scenarios that could happen and with you being powerless, you didn't want to think.

You composed yourself from nearly panicking again. Seems ,I have to get used to panicking or hyperventilating at every two seconds, here! You thought sniggering. Panicking won't help you escape Anyways, you need to think and think fast. Hogsmeade was near, the lights were no more distant outside and you knew the train will soon slow down. Without thinking much you started taking precautions, that might just prove helpful. Anyways, taking precautionary measures helped you gain a bit more confidence.

First , you covered yourself in all black , with a hoodie that came down enough to cover your face but not enough to block your view. You even put on a mask that was a dark (f/c) in colour. Thankfully you wore black boots before you were teleported by portkey, so you didn't need to worry about them. You were feeling confident in this black on black look, you'd easily pass for a real witch, hell! You'd even pass for a death eater. As long as they didn't want to see my mark that is, you thought a bit nervously.

Oh! The mark!

Suddenly an idea struck you and you frantically started searching your bag.
"Got it!" You exclaimed, a bit loudly at that. You shut your mouth as soon as you realised how loud you were and checked out of the compartment, just in case.

No one has heard you. The corridor was empty. Entering back and closing the door, you felt the train slowing down. Sitting down, you started sketching quickly but carefully, the Dark Mark on your inner left forearm with the black marker you've just found out, all the while thanking your wit.

After finishing, you looked at the fake mark and were satisfied at your ' masterpiece'. From what you remembered, it looked completely like this, a colossal skull from whose mouth a serpent protruded coiling itself around the former one.

"I'm sure as hell even voldemort wouldn't have been able to produce such a masterpiece", you happily exclaimed as the train stopped. You quickly took out your 'wand' and fastened your bagpack. All set, you waited impatiently for the carrows to arrive, all the while pondering on an escape plan.

What if I escape now?

You peeped outside the window only to find this plan was short lived, as there were hundreds of dementors outside, neither too close to make you feel despair but nor too far to not notice your escape . They have strong senses , they could sense fear and happiness. They would surely come after you if you ran off. Sighing you hoped something would help you this time as well.

"Follow us". The voice of one of the carrows pulled you out of your plans and you hopped off your seat to follow them reluctantly. You only hoped to find a way.

After getting down on the station, you started following them, trailing behind a bit from them. The station really is dark ,
you mused and tried to stay alert.Though you couldn't figure out why were they walking when they can simply apparate, then again you didn't even know where the dark lord is currently residing.You figured it was best to act on instinct, the moment you find a way you'd run as hell.

Under the dim lights of the station you noticed the carrows were carrying something. It looked like a small box, but big enough to hold a medium sized glass sphere in it. It would have escaped your notice, had you not been scrutinizing their every movement. This 'something' must be very significant, judging from the way they're carefully carrying it. The one actually carrying it, amycus it seemed , was carefully and strongly gripping the small box, it seemed so, judging by shape, as it was covered with a dark green fabric. The fabric was shining under the dim lights.

You didn't notice they were aware that you were staring at that box.

"Give us your sachel" one of them ordered turning you.

"What?" You asked bewildered.

"I said give us your satchel" she repeated.

"And why is that?" You asked, what will they do with your bag. There's nothing in it , they've already checked it.

" We will keep it with us untill we reach our destination, to make sure you DO NOT run off " she smiled evilly.

Oh! Crap!

" Why will I run off when I willingly want to meet our lord? I won't give my bag"
You replied just as evilly.

"Oh! You will give us, if you don't, we know other ways. Do you want a glimpse? " She threatened.

"Give her one and she'd understand, she's already wasted a lot of our time" amycus told her.

"Very well, crucio!" She incanted evilly.

You didn't even have the time to fathom what were they talking about before she threw the spell.

Oh here it comes! You shut your eyes and waited for the pain to hit you. But it never arrived, you opened your eyes to see the spell have already hit you, as there was a dim glow from where the spell must have hit, a bit above from your chest, but you felt nothing except for a rather warm feeling throughout your body. Observing the shocked expression on their faces you decided to play along. You screamed as if in extreme pain and acted of withering on the ground.

My clean outfits! Shit! You will pay for this one carrows!

They took your act for a real one and seemed satisfied. You only stopped withering when you noticed them slowly take off the spell. You smirked.

"If you do not wish a repeat action, hand out your bagpack to us" alecto ordered.

Finding no way out, you gave in and handed them your bag all along faking the after effects of the cruciatus curse.
Alecto took your bag and had a firm grip on it.

Escape is just clearly impossible. You sighed softly.

You've left the station behind. The railings on either side of the narrow pathway, didn't stop. On both sides were deep forest, the Forbidden Forest, you figured. Suddenly you were struck with an idea. If you successfully managed to do this. You could be saved. But if you didn't, well, you didn't know if the killing curse would give you a similar warm feeling or make you cold as ice.

Now, I can feel what Harry must have felt in these situations and acting on instinct.

Without any more thought and throwing caution to the wind, you started walking a bit faster, though silently, to reach them as they were ahead of you. Noticing a gap in the railings, you could escape from, you ran towards the carrows pushed them as hard as you could to the ground. They were obviously taken by surprise and fell down face first on the ground, and hard. Their unawareness made their grip on the objects unstable, and it slipped on the ground, away from them. You quickly picked a handful of soil from the ground and threw them on their eyes.

You get what you deserve!
You exclaimed.

Quickly you picked up the fallen objects, your bag and even that small box. Somehow you didn't feel it was right to leave that box with them, whatever it is. You concluded it isn't something that should possibly be in the hands of voldemort. It looked clear from the way they were carrying it, that it was to be taken to voldemort, and risking this object possibly meant risking their lives. Without wasting anymore time on that box, you ran as fast as you could and never looked back. You knew the dangers of the forest but hoped your luck to stay with you.



The forest didn't seem to end. You have to head to Hogwarts. You didn't even know which direction it was, and on top of all this, it was dark and foggy , not to mention the hovering dementors above! Such a great luck! You thought sarcastically.

You just prayed to whomever was up there that you are on the right track. Finally, you reached the edge of the Forest and could clearly make out smoke was erupting off somewhere nearby. A hut it seemed.

Hagrid's hut

Ah! You grinned from ear to ear. How much you wanted to visit hagrid. You hoped it was hagrid's hut. This running has drained all your energy. But before you could even reach the hut , your legs gave out. So you sat down on a rock nearby the lake ,panting heavily. Atleast you were out of any immediate danger but then again you are in the Wizarding World, there's no saying such things. You were exhausted from all this running and this journey. Sighing heavily you took out a water bottle from your bag and started Gulping it down faster than ever.

A bit relaxed and at a now slowed down heart rate you started putting the bottle inside, it was then you noticed that small box from earlier. You've had almost forgotten about it with all these running ,until now. Curious as to what was inside this box which required so careful handling, you opened it.
It was rather easy to open this one, considering it was so significant!
There was a small pouch inside which further carried something rather light for it's size.You couldn't make out what it was. It was oddly shaped, as you felt it. Your curiosity got the better of you and you opened the pouch, what you found inside was beyond unexpected.

Chapter Text

"If it is what I suspect it to be then..." You trailed off having have no words to describe your shock.

For the last ten Minutes you were engrossed in the red-ruby stone in your hand. Cradling it every other second, scrutinizing it from every angle. You assumed it might be The Philosopher's Stone. A legendary alchemical substance with astonishing powers, as it's known to the wizard kind. It has the power of turning any metal into gold, and it produces the Elixir of Life which makes the drinker immortal. It's a magnificently dangerous object.

Now you are certain the carrows were taking this to their 'lord'. You didn't want to think what would have happened had voldemort got his hands on this. You shuddered at the thought.

But wasn't this supposed to be destroyed by now? You asked, 'by now',then the realisation hit you, you were not even aware of the Hogwarts timeline you're in. With all that was happening, you couldn't even figure it out. You haven't even came across any recognisable faces, except for the carrows, though they looked like what they did in "The Deathly Hallows" series but then again the stone was destroyed by then.

"Ughhh! It's all so confusing" you muttered exasperatedly.

All these events left you more confused than ever. And all the answers lies inside Hogwarts. Gathering your thoughts, you placed the stone safely inside your bag. You couldn't risk the stone getting into wrong hands. You resolved to return the stone to it's previous owner, into the trusted hands of Dumbledore.

Speaking of Dumbledore, is he still alive?

You knew the answer,but didn't want to acknowledge it. It was rather sorrowful.
You glanced at your watch only to realise much time has passed since you ran away from the carrows. You were surprised at the fact that no one came after you. "Hmm, strange" you muttered to yourself. But there's no saying they wouldn't just pop up now.

So picking up your bag, you started walking towards the castle. The deep fog concealed it entirely , a light silhouette of the taller towers was barely visible in the cloudy sky. You never realised when so much time passed away. It was almost 3 in the morning. A long after curfew. You wanted to visit hagrid but didn't want to disturb him in the middle of the night. You'd visit him tomorrow, if possible.

Heck! I don't even know if hagrid is alive, you didn't want to think on it and started treading towards the castle.

Soon you passed the gates to Hogwarts.
Now, you could finally get a better view at the castle, than before. Inside the gates, the fog wasn't visible much. You could feel the aura of magic surrounding Hogwarts. The gigantic castle stood there proudly. Its Absolute gorgeousness, even at this hour, took your breath away. But something was missing, you could tell. It was not right. Nothing seemed right lately, sighing you pulled over you hood having fallen down during the run and continued your Journey.

You stood infront of the closed oak doors that lead inside. There were still dementors hovering above. You didn't know what dangers lay ahead. But you have to be alert, prompt and careful. Taking a deep breath you slowly opened the doors. They were rather light to push for their size. It was eerily silent. Not a sign of anyone. Well that's good you supposed. You closed the door behind you and started tiptoeing around. You need to visit Professor McGonagall quick.

Is she awake now? Should I disturb her?

Well this isn't normal circumstances so you might as well do what you are told. Besides, you needed answers as fast as you could. You didn't know where was her office. And you couldn't risk wandering the corridors aimlessly, lest anyone caught you. It didn't matter whether anyone knew you, it was a danger either way. You took out your fake wand and kept it in your hand, just in case.

You started walking towards what you assumed was the great hall and then you resolved to ask any ghost or any of the portraits in here for direction. It was pitch black inside the castle, voldemort's rule would do this, you huffed. Suddenly you tripped over something, which fell into the ground with a loud clinking sound. You cringed at the noise.

Ah! How fortunate!

"Who are you?" A high pitched familiar voice asked as the corridor suddenly illuminated with a faint glow.

You stood rooted to your ground with your back to the other person. Now what? Calm down (____) , you'll have to play along.

Swiftly you turned around making sure your face was well hidden inside the hood. With the 'wand' in your hand you faced the person with all confidence you were left with.

"And who are you asking my identity?" You replied as threateningly as a death eater would have replied. You hoped it worked.

" I'm the Headmistress of this school, dear" she chuckled evilly.

Dolores Umbridge! That pink toad! The Headmistress? Ughhhhhh!

"Does being a Headmistress give you the permission to question the Dark Lord's order? Yes?" You rounded on her. That's the best impromptu comeback ever. You'd take the full advantage of the situation. Though you were nervous but you're not gonna let this pink toad get her way.

"I'm not questioning his orders, I'm merely asking who you might be" she replied a bit trembling. You smirked.

She thinks I'm a death eater. Lets play with her a little more.

"I'm (____) Rookwood, the Dark Lord has sent me here for a mission, I arrived late for some 'unusual circumstances' on the way" you answered her previous question confidently.

"Show your mark" she almost ordered but faltered at that.

Here it comes...

You showed her the fake mark on your left arm . Any doubt about you she might have had untill that point was clearly gone. The terrified expression was visible on her face.

Then an idea struck you. You ordered her with your most dangerous voice. Though you didn't need to fake it. You clearly loathed her so the voice came naturally.

"I might have just cursed you for questioning my loyalty towards my lord, had you not seemed so useful to me.

"Show me the way to McGonagall's office without uttering a single word or else it wouldn't take me more than 5 minutes to give you a glimpse of some nasty curses"
You finished darkly.

By the looks of it she was terrified enough to maintain a good distance from you while showing the direction, let alone uttering a word. You smirked again.

Well, that went smooth

After turning a corner for the hundredth time this night you finally reached McGonagall's office.

You huffed. From the corner of your eyes you could spot a still horrified Umbridge shuffling her feet.

"You can leave" you dismissed her offhandedly. Besides, she was starting to get on your nerves.

As if waiting for your order, she quickly turned around and almost ran to wherever she was heading to and vanished into the far end of the corridor.

You released a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Here comes the moment of truth...

You knocked on her office door and glanced at your watch, it was 3: 45 am. You really didn't want to wake her up at this hour of the day but there was nothing you could do, you needed to know many things.

You put down your mask as the door opened. There was a sharp intake of breath as Professor McGonagall gasped,
"Miss (____)!", You nodded in response.
She motioned you inside and closed the door after quickly checking outside for any eavesdropper.

You had to squint in the sudden bright light. You stared at the old professor for a moment. She looked so worn out, so much older and you could clearly see she was trying hard to stay strong and not falter.

"We didn't expect you'd come Miss (____)" she stated clearly startled.

" I did professor" you replied.

By the looks of it she wasn't sleeping. She was still in her teaching robes. But you felt you should apologise.

"I didn't want to disturb you professor at this hour, I'm sorry" you apologised.

"No, don't be sorry Miss (____), these are trying times, and to clear your doubt ,no you didn't disturb me but I'd say I was surprised" she stated in her stern voice.

Now, without anymore dwelling on unnecessary thoughts you proceeded with the course at hand.

"Professor, I'm a mere muggle, I've only heard of this world in books and movies but didn't really knew it existed untill last night. The letters that were sent to me stated something about me being the last hope and Hogwarts being in great danger. Though after boarding the Hogwarts Express I got a vague idea of what the current situation might be but still there are many questions I need answers to, I'm confused." You downright verbalised your thoughts.

"I'm sure you are Miss (____), there is a
long conversation in order I believe" she stated and motioned you towards the seat on the other side of her desk. You sat down sighing. She quickly vanished into the room on the extreme left of her office , her private quarters you supposed. Suddenly, an elf popped into the office and placed two cups of tea and a rather large number of biscuits on a tray on the desk and popped away before you could thank the elf.

After awhile professor McGonagall reappeared into her office with a portrait and something else you couldn't quite make out. She sat down at her desk and turned the potrait facing herself towards you. You nearly gasped at what you saw, it was the ex Headmaster's potrait, Albus Dumbledore.

He looked so... old and his eyes weren't twinkling anymore. "Hello professor" you choked out, clearly more emotional than you thought you would be. This was all so surreal.

"Hello Miss (___), how are you doing ?" He asked you, trying to be cheerful.

"I'm good professor" you replied with a smile.

"It isn't the time for formalities Albus. Miss (____) I'll brief you about the present situation here and Albus will inform you about the mission and everything you need to know in case you decide to take the latter one" she finished a bit hopeful.

She sipped her tea, and you took it as a sign that you could start as well. You sipped yours and suddenly felt your nerves calm down. Calming Draught, you guessed.

"If you're quite ready I shall start Miss (____)" she stated.

"I'm ready professor" you replied calmly.

She quickly cast a silencing charm and started " It has been three years since we lost the battle with you-know-who. Harry Potter is dead, along with Ms. Granger and Mr Weasley. Things were not quite alright after they died" she choked in between but continued anyways,

"The rest of the Order tried to do everything in their power to stop you- know-who, but they failed against him.

" Many of the Order members were caught, tortured and killed. The rest went into hiding. You-know-who grew stronger and more powerful ever since. After Severus Snape went away, I was supposed to be the next headmistress, but you-know-who appointed Dolores Umbridge as the new headmistress of this school.

"Things changed quickly after she took control. No staff has any say in any decisions regarding the school, its students, its disciplinary actions, subjects and Houses. She is one of them. She has taken the mark right afer voldemort infiltrated the ministry and took control of it. Pius Thickenesse is now the Minister Of Magic. He is merely a puppet of Him.

" Now, the whole magical world of Britain is under the control of You-know-who, along with the schools of Ilvermorny and Drumstrang. Recently, he is working on gaining control over other magical schools across the world. No one knows how he operates. We just know that he has influenced many Magical Ministries and schools and succeeded in taking them under his control.

" The whole Wizarding kind is on the verge of getting under the authority of You-know-who. Back to Hogwarts, I'm not the deputy headmistress anymore. I'm a mere professor of transfiguration. As soon as Dolores Umbridge became the headmistress, she took down the portraits of Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape and removed all of their belongings from that office. I brought the two portraits here, kept them safe in my office.

"We've lost all hope. Students are scared.
School rules has changed. The law has changed. It is mandatory to take the Dark Mark when you're seventeen. It is the law, and breaking it means severe consequences. No one is supposed to question the Dark Lord or his commands.

" The Piers are incharge of discipline in Hogwarts. They are worse than the carrows, they use the cruciatus curse on both students and staffs. No one can question them. The Defence Against The Dark Arts exists no more, you-know-who himself, appointed a Death Eater of his highest rank to teach the subject of the Dark Arts.

"Hogwarts is not the same as she used to be. He inspects this school himself. He banned teachers he didn't deem necessary. He only allowed professor Sybil Trelawney to stay in Hogwarts and teach as he unfortunately found out she is a seer who can possibly predict future in her subconscious mind.

"As for myself and poppy, he did try to ban us but it was required that we stay in the castle for the student's safety. We fought him and he let us stay. I know he has ulterior motives behind letting us stay.

"The sorting hat has been destroyed. The four houses of Hogwarts Don't exist anymore. There is only one house, that is Slytherin. Everyone who comes here, in Hogwarts, gets sorted into slytherin. No one questions about it. The dementors guards the castle. He couldn't change the apparition wards. It seems Hogwarts didn't allowed him to.

" You-know-who himself, visits this school once in a week to make sure everything is going as per his command. As for power and immortality? He has gone to great lengths to gain power and obtain immortality. It's practically impossible for any witch or wizard to win against him.

" We've lost hope completely, when one day I happen to come across something. A letter with no address or rather magically addressed to find its receiver. I found the letter when all the belongings of both the ex Headmasters was being removed by Filch.

"I showed the letter to Albus. And he told me all he remembered about it. Another prophecy has been made before Albus died .Had it been albus himself instead of his portrait he would have been able to tell the actual wording of the prophecy. We only know that it spoke of someone, who didn't belong to the Wizarding world, would gain immense power, no dark forces can ever win against that magic, and that the magic only stayed within the magical world's boundary.

"At the time, after he gained knowledge of this prophecy, he wrote down a letter, the one you recieved. It was magically spelled to find its receiver. The magic would only activate under extreme circumstances. Only if the Wizarding world was left with no hope.

" I passed this information to the rest of the Order. Unfortunately, one of our Order members who was aware of the prophecy was caught and you-know-who gained this knowledge as well. Now every one in the wizarding world knows about you but they doubt whether you actually exist or not.

"I kept the letter safe inside my drawers after I found it hidden amongst the other trinkets of Albus, only to find it missing yesterday. I didn't hope that the magical letter has actually find it's owner. There was no name written in the Hogwarts register, then again the prophecy didn't speak of someone born with magical powers.

"Despite my hopelessness, I magically made a portkey to find its receiver. And I charmed a quill to write down the individual's name who activates the portkey. As soon as the portkey was activated , my magical quill wrote down your name on the parchment. Now you are our last hope. If you have any question you may ask" she finished sighing.

You tried to take in everything she told you, then asked her "how did you know it was me, professor?"

She raised her brows and answered poisedly, "I've placed a rather advanced ward around my office Miss (____), keeping in mind the prophecy and so only if the prophecy was true then the said person would be able to see a door and knock on it. To others it would only seem like a portrait. My office also has anti death eater wards to make sure I'm informed before anyone having taken the mark wishes to see me , you weren't one and so the alarm didn't went off".

"Any other queries you have?" She asked,

"Professor I'd like to know the mission you were speaking about earlier" you wanted to get the facts clear. You loathed that vile creature voldemort more than you ever did, if it was possible.

Then it was Dumbledore who spoke next,
"This mission, we talk about, would have been deadly for you, had it not been due to the magical powers you possess. Although I do not know the extent of your powers, I can tell you it only grows stronger the more you focus and let it reveal itself. Also, your magic works of its own accord. I do not know if you can control it. It has a brain of its own. Then again, magic works differently with different wizards and their wishes. It might even work for you.

"Now, I want your undivided attention towards what I'm going to reveal, It's in your best interest, that you do not take any rushed decision after I'm finished.

"Do you know about Tom Riddle?" He asked clearly taking you by surprise. But you quickly came to your senses.

"Sir, I know everything I need to know, about Tom Marvolo Riddle", you replied confidently.

"How may I ask?" He looked curious.

"Sir, It's a rather long story. Do you mind if I tell you about this some other time?" you mumbly asked looking down.

"I only hope we get that time" he sighed sadly but continued anyways,

"There is a time turner I invented, which I kept secured in a place, knowing it wouldn't be needed, untill, recently." He informed you as Professor McGonagall took out that 'something' from earlier which you couldn't make out. It was a time turner, with a blazing gold chain.

She kept it infront of you and professor Dumbledore continued,

"The speciality of this time turner, my child, is that it can take you years back in the past and back in present whenever you wish. But the only drawback it has is that it can be used only once" he said.

You can slowly grip where this is going.
"Only if you are willing Miss (____), take this time turner and use it to the best of its ability. If I'm not mistaken, the year would be 1944. And if you are certain about Mr.Riddle , ten turns should do it" he finished hopefully. Even McGonagall looked hopeful.
Anyone in the Wizarding World would.

It was you who broke the silence,

" Sir, I want to ask, why go back in time and fix this when I can possibly do this now, with my powers that I supposedly have as you said " you asked though you could fathom the answer. But you were curious.

"You have the mind of a Slytherin child. Half of the wizarding world has died in the hands of Tom. And before you defeat him, you will need to destroy all his horcruxes. Even if everything goes back to normal, we've still lost a rather large number of wizards and witches. Many innocent lives are lost, my child, many.

"You do happen to have a option, yes. Should you decide to not take the former option, you are still left with the later" Dumbledore replied grievously.

Yes, you knew it was coming. Now you have a lot to think of. You were provided with all new and startling facts. You need to get yourself together, gather your thoughts and decide. It was nearly six in the morning. So much time has passed. You were exhausted. And in order to take such a crucial decision, you required rest.

"Miss (____)?" Professor McGonagall suddenly asked, taking you out of your thoughts.

You just hummed in response then you felt you ought to give them an answer.

" Professors before I give my consent to this mission, I need some time to think on it. I do not want to take a rushed decision " you replied hoping you satisfied them. You really didn't have any energy to take such a decision after recent life turning events.

"I realise you are wearied, Miss (____), I believe it's time you take some rest. Follow me, if you'd" she instructed. You didn't know where she was heading to but you followed her anyways.

"Take care Miss (____), have a good day" the ex-headmaster wished you.

"You too sir" you responded with a smile.

After following her out of the office, she took you to a private wing of the castle. Your temporary accommodation here, you assumed.

The journey was silent. After you reached your wing, professor McGonagall took you by surprise. Standing face to face, she held both of your hands.

"We await your decision Miss (____), The Wizarding World needs you" she almost pleaded. She held her gaze strongly on you. You could clearly see the hope in her eyes or rather the hope of the Wizarding World. She didn't speak the last two sentences, it was them asking for your help, the pleading of the magical folks.

Many have lost their lives. Innocent lives, you corrected. Now you are their last hope. It seemed as if the whole magical world was holding onto you for dear life, you could feel it through her cold hands.

I'm going to do it. I'm not going to let these people down, You decided. But then again you still need time to figure everything out. Sighing sadly, you nodded in response and without any more words exchanged she left sighing heavily.

You stood infront of the portrait, which slid open to reveal your room. You heavily sat down on you bed. You were thirsty but the pitcher was seeming too far away for you to fetch. Instantly a thought hit you.

"Well, supposedly I possess magic. So what, if it works of its own accord? Trying won't hurt" you told yourself and concentrated on the pitcher and the goblet by it. You thought of bringing them near you. And it happened! The objects swiftly moved from the table and flew towards you. You caught them mid air smirking.

Well that's easy than I expected! I love magic! You inhaled deeply and smiled. You know you've got to think on a lot of things but for now you'd rest. You'd sleep. Last 24hrs have taken a great toll on you.

Your bed seemed to seduce you and you gave in to the seduction, after putting your bag on the bedside table. The room darkened instantly as if understanding your wishes, but before you could dwell much on the thought, peaceful darkness engulfed you.

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"Where am I?" horrified, you asked aloud as soon as you woke up, surveying your room. Then all the events of the last 24 hours came flooding into your mind. You sighed with relief.

A glance at the watch told you it was 12 noon. You've gotten up just in time for lunch. You haven't had anything since the chocolate in Hogwarts Express. You were starving. You made a quick visit to the loo and came back only to find a tray of food already there on your bedside table. You were drooling over the smell. You removed the cover to find your favourite dish.

~~~~ the process of satisfying your stomach goes on~~~~~~~~

Now that you're done with your meal, you started contemplating on all the new information you gathered last night. At that time, it was too much to take in, but now you can think and decide clearly. Whatever the decision might be, you couldn't just leave these people hopeless than ever. But then there is your family in the muggle world who'd worry sick about you.

They already are worrying, I've been gone for more than just 24 hours, you thought.

You needed to pay a visit to professor McGonagall, the first thing you leave this room.

Ask her about what would happen to my family while I'm gone.

Ask her about the Sorcerer's Stone.

Give her - the Wizarding World- the answer they're waiting impatiently for.

You made a mental note and repeated these inside your head so as not to forget any crucial point.

One thing was clear, voldemort has succeeded in regaining control over the whole of Britain's Magical existence. He has gained a lot of allies from the other parts of the world. The muggles are being targeted and raided by the death eaters. If this goes on, it wouldn't be long before voldemort rules over the whole world. The thought sent a shiver down your spine.

Gathering your thoughts you concluded you have two choices at present;

Either, you take the mission, go back in the past and stop vold-- tom riddle, when he's less threatening.

Or, you don't take any risk and go back to your parents and get killed in a random raid by death eaters. You won't be able to save them in the muggle world as you lose your powers beyond the magical boundary.

No one knows the extent of your power. The only knowledge you have of your power is that no dark forces can defeat it. Now, you didn't know what possible powers voldemort has or what ways he's taken to gain it. He is a crafty and vile creature. He'd probably make sure there's no way to defeat him.

Besides, even if there was a way, before you can actually implement it, you'd have to research on his powers and his ways of staying immortal. And then Destroy his horcruxes and other ways he's surely taken. Then fight him and defeat him. Within that period of time, more innocent lives will be lost and though you didn't like the thought but there's no saying that your family will still be alive by then. Furthermore, your powers Haven't yet revealed itself fully.

Taking a deep breath and calming down your nerves, you made up your mind. Now it's time you fill them in with your decision.

With the earlier day's outfit on, you took your bag, put on your mask and with a last look at your room you headed towards professor McGonagall's office.

Now, in the broad daylight, you could finally take a look at the huge castle. Such high ceilings and all these intricate carvings into the stones. It was astounding! You couldn't take a good look in your hurry, but you'll get time to explore the castle later so you continued your journey.



You didn't know if she'd be in her office at this time, she might be teaching. Nevertheless you'd wait in her office for her.After turning into wrong directions numerous times and finally asking the portraits for direction you reached her office, panting slightly.

These halls puzzles me more than anything or anyone ever would! You thought exasperated. The door opened with a creak. You looked up to see the expectant face of profesor McGonagall. She quickly ushered you inside. Once inside, you noticed McGonagall wasn't the only one waiting but the portrait of Albus Dumbledore, that was now put up on the wall, was anticipating your decision as well.

It was seemingly clear that they were waiting for you to arrive. Without any more thought you broke the silence,

" I've made my decision professors" you started,
" I've decided to take on the mission and there was no other option I was left with to be honest. If I don't take on the mission, vold-- uh-, you-know-who is sure to kill my family, myself included, in some random raid or something, So, yes I'll take on the mission".

"Are you quite sure Miss (____)?" It was McGonagall who asked.

"I'm, professor",

"It's settled then, Miss (____), I'm impressed at your reasoning for making the ultimate decision" Dumbledore praised you.

You nodded in response.

"Minerva, let's not delay anymore. Present Miss (____) with all the documents she'd require" Dumbledore said.

Professor McGonagall nodded and pulled out her drawers. She took out the time-turner and 2 letters and handed them to you. You looked in awe towards the time-turner in your hand, its blazing gold chain. Was it real gold? And this tiny object in your hand really have the ability to change future? you mused.

McGonagall broke your chain of thoughts,
"While you are in the past, in Hogwarts, you will introduce yourself as a transfer student from Ilvermorny. The letter with the red and gold crest, is your transfer certificate from Ilvermorny, which you'll present to the Headmaster of Hogwarts preceding Albus Dumbledore, that is Armando Dippet"



You nodded in understanding.

"The other envelope with the Hogwarts crest, holds a confidential letter which is to be delivered to the Albus Dumbledore of 1944, the transfiguration professor at that time. The handing over of this letter should not take place in any third person's presense. It's required, you handover this letter directly to him"

You released a breath you were holding,
"I'll keep that in mind professor" you assured them.

Dumbledore spoke up next,
"If I'm not quite mistaken, Miss (____), I've already informed you of the time-turner, yes?"

"Yes professor",

"And if you are quite certain about tom riddle...", He let the sentence hang in the air,

" Yes I very much am certain about him professor, positive" you replied confidently.

"Very well, then I'm sure Minerva there's nothing more to tell Miss (___) about this mission, unless she has any questions..." He looked towards you with the if-you-have-any-questions-ask-away look, eyebrows raised and his face angled downwards as if waiting for you to say something.

"No professor I don't have any questions except what will I say when anyone asks me why I left Ilvermorny?" You asked,

"You know about Gellert Grindelwald, I presume?" Dumbledore asked, you could fathom where it was going,

"Yes sir",

"Your problem's solved then!", He replied with a wink,

You smiled catching the hint,
"Yes sir",

" Miss (____), I believe you should be on your way", professor McGonagall reminded,

You nodded and got up, putting the envelops in your bag and the time-turner around your neck under your shirt. But before you could head to the door you remembered something,

"Professor!" You breathed heavily facing them,
" I know this mission will take a long time but my parents!...my parents would be worrying sick for me, isn't there some way to make them forget about me...for the time being?" You muttered hopefully,

"As you're not a witch Miss (___), the moment you've entered our world, time in your world have stopped or slowed down rather. When you're done with this mission and return home it'll be only be five minutes since you've left" Professor McGonagall informed you,

You sighed with relief, atleast they won't be worrying sick,

"Thank you professor",

You were about to turn around when another question hit you,

Why are my mental notes giving me delayed reminder?

"And professor Dumbledore?",

"Yes?",

"How am I supposed to stop Tom Riddle? I cannot just outright kill him and come back!", You exclaimed,

Dumbledore just chuckled while he replied,"No, you cannot. You must have heard a muggle saying 'a pen is mighter than the sword', just like that, not every battle is fought with weapons and won by killing peoples, Miss (___)",

Clearly you were confused, and it must have shown on your face as he further continued,

"You have Friends in the muggle world, yes?"

"Yes, sir", you replied still not getting his point. Anyways you need to be on your way without any more delay.

"Bye professors" you bid them goodbye and headed out, but before you could Professor McGonagall suddenly embraced you. So much was said in that hug. After awhile she pulled away and you noticed the moisture in her eyes, she quickly wiped it away and put on her strong facade yet again.

"It'll be alright professors, I'm sure, and I think I should be on my way",

"Goodluck, Miss (___)", they greeted in unison. It wasn't their plan it seemed, just a coincidence.

You nodded in acknowledgement amd headed out only to peep inside quickly,

Aaaaahh! Why can't they come earlier!!!!

"Professor McGonagall?, Sorry but I just wanted to know is there any replica of the Sorcerer's Stone?"you asked and she clearly wasn't expecting this question,

"Yes, there was one but it has been destroyed",

"And what about the real stone?",

"Albus has kept it safe somewhere, why do you ask?",

"Just curious, but are you sure the replica has been destroyed?", You weren't convinced,

She raised an eyebrow and answered,
" Albus himself has destroyed it after You-know-who almost got his hands on it, he might have got it had not Mr Potter jeopardized his life to save the stone",

"Thank you professor",
You nodded and headed out this time for real. Now, everything fits in place, all the missing pieces.

You decided to meet Hagrid and then.....use the time-turner.

You were about to pass the Great Hall when you noticed professor Trelawney walking out, a bit stooping, you observed. She noticed you and gave you a smile, you looked around in a second and put down your mask to smile back at her. As you smiled back at her, instead of nodding and walking away , her already magnified eyes grew more huge and she started pointing at you with one quivering finger. She looked on the verge of collapsing, you rushed towards her and held her by her shoulders as she sank down onto the floor.

Shit! What do I do now?

She was looking at you with huge shocked eyes, and suddenly started murmuring trembly,

" You've arrived! You've arrived!", It was barely audible,

"Are you alright professor?" You asked her,

She didn't reply and with one finger touched your cheek and pulled away almost instantly,

"It's real, you've arrived" she continued her murmuring, she didn't make any sense to you. Out of the corner of your eyes you saw that pink toad coming towards you from other end of the corridor, and there were two minions behind her,

The Piers,

You paid them no attention, you concerned yourself with the collapsing person infront of you. She has already sank down on the floor with you kneeling beside her holding her steadily by the shoulders.

She suddenly stopped her murmuring and her eyes closed only to open back quickly, her gaze was unfocused, she was staring into distance, where you didn't know. You shook her gently by her shoulders but you jerked away when unexpectedly she started speaking in a low pitched, hoarse voice,

"The one to annihilate the Dark Lord arrives,
Born within the confines of the magical universe,
Dies beyond the boundary,

Once more,
Servants shall be forgiven,
Innocents shall relive,
Heartless shall gain heart

She has arrived! She has arrived!"

You stood rooted to your spot.

It was the prophecy!

By the time she finished there were more spectators around. You noticed professor McGonagall has joined in sometime, and she had an absolute shocked expression on her face. With one hand she clutched at her heart and another gripping her wand. There were older students standing nearby. And the pink toad looked livid. The Piers on her side were wearing the same expression. Amidst all these you never noticed when Trelawney lost consciousness and came back to senses again.

Trelawney suddenly spoke up, looking up at you, "who are you dear? Is something wrong? Why am I on the floor?", She looked baffled and it was pretty clear that she did not remember what happened a few minutes ago.

"The Dark Lord must be informed at once! Both of you! Capture her and don't let her flee,! GO! NOW!", That pink toad ordered and she pulled up her sleeves and started summoning the Dark Lord through her mark. The piers started advancing on you and then multiple things happened at once,
The Piers casted some spell at you ,which was blocked efficiently by the shield charm of Professor McGonagall, who shouted for you to run. And before you could panic anymore you sprinted towards the castle door and out on the grounds.



Once outside, you noticed the the sky has gone completely dark. It was again getting foggier. You couldn't see anything properly due to the dusty wind that kept blowing around . There were more dementors hovering all over the castle now. And suddenly black smoke erupted out of nowhere,

Death Eaters! Shit!

You would start to run further but
Too late, you were already trapped in the middle of the death eater's circle. And then you heard a scream, an ear splitting scream, the voice was too familiar. Your heart shattered as you realised it was McGonagall's voice. She's being tortured. It was too much. You needed to help her but no, you can't, the Dark Lord would be arriving any moment now. Besides, you are trapped yourself! And even if you manage to go inside to save her, chances are you'd be captured and if you get captured then there would be no hope left. No, you can't take any rushed steps now. So you did what you ought to,

The time-turner,

The death eaters started raising their wands and you turned the time-turner 10 times quickly, and then you were gone, you vanished into thin air before any one of them could say 'stupefy'.

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You landed with a thud on the hard ground. Groaning and a bit swaying you stood up. All that spinning from earlier has made you dizzy. You couldn't see anything clearly. You closed your eyes and leaned onto the nearest object you could find for support and let the dizziness pass.

After a few moments, you opened your eyes only to find yourself in the middle of a dense forest with huge trees with even huger trunks. You were leaning against one of these huge trunks. They were looking ancient and it took you no time to figure out, it was the Forbidden Forest.

The sun has set a long time ago. You couldn't know the time, as it was around 2 or 3 pm when you left the future. It was dark and eerily silent inside the forest. With a shiver you realised it was freezing cold on top of all these.

Grunting, you quickly rummaged through your bag and took out a dark coloured coat -thankfully you packed before this journey-, and put it on tucking the time-turner safely inside your shirt. It was completely hidden. You sighed satisfactorily and the steam out of your mouth as you exhaled told you, you've arrived here sometime in the winter or the starting of winter. Rubbing your palms to generate heat, you figured you've stayed here for a long time and it's wise not to stay any longer; it can be dangerous. You should probably move towards the castle.

Putting your thoughts into action you started walking but stopped abruptly realising you didn't know which path would lead to Hogwarts.

Why does it all have to be so bloody confusing?! You thought exasperatedly.

Anyways there's no point in losing your cool. You took out your 'wand' and held it flat in hand. It was your last hope. Putting all your magic- that you apparently have- you focused and muttered,

Point me

The wand moved of its own accord and directed towards the left. You knew Hogwarts to be in the North of Scotland. Still having second thoughts, you walked in that direction. Besides, you didn't have any other options, did you?

Sighing you continued your tread. Observing the forest clearly this time, you noticed, the radiant moonlight that fell over the trees, casting their shadows on the ground. The dark forest happened to be a great contrast to the ever fluorescent moon.

This forest was magical, and the tinge of magic surrounding it just proved it to be true.
You smiled contently at how your life has changed and that too magically. You can't blame yourself for being overexcited.

Immersed in your musings, you soon reached your destination. The spell has worked. Well, this was the first time you tried your magic through your wand. It worked. You grinned at the revelation. Taking a deep breath you gathered your thoughts and stopped at the entrance of the castle. The castle never failed to take your breath away. Anyways, You need to plan ahead. You'd have to be very cautious, careful and alert. Meddling with the time-turner can be deadly and with Tom Riddle; deadlier.

After a few moments of contemplation on what to do next, you concluded you need to visit Professor Dumbledore, the first thing you enter the castle. Then you'll go to Headmaster Armando Dippet and inform him about you and your transfer to Hogwarts.

Finally! I'm going to experience what an academic year in Hogwarts would be like! I can't wait for it to start!!!

You tuned out this overexcited part of your mind and planned ahead. All these excitement might deflect you from your actual purpose. Sighing, you decided you didn't want to encounter anyone, faculty or student, on your way to pay both of these professors the much required visit. In the least, you needed to visit Professor Dumbledore before you come across anyone else. Then you can sort out the story you'll tell everyone here.

With that goal in your mind you set off towards the current transfiguration professor's office. Closing the oak doors behind you, you noticed the castle wasn't as dark as it had been when you've arrived here first, back in future. The corridors seemed more brighter. It was illuminated by wall sconces that were placed serially along the length of the corridor. Magic is such that despite the light sources being placed on a great height, it provided ample light to shower the interior of the castle.

Where there is magic there is no logic !

Content, you continued your silent steps through the lit hallways. You hoped against all hopes that no one was patrolling the corridors ; and that you were fortunate enough to avoid them even if they did. Sensing by the quietness all around you could tell it was after curfew. Your heart pounded heavily as you drew near your destination. You hoped it was the same office as it had been or will be after fifty years, of Professor McGonagall.

Surely the offices didn't change everytime a faculty was changed!

So far you haven't come across anyone. You sighed; a little relaxed now, there was only one turning left and you'll reach his office. You started replaying what to say to the professor once you meet him and turned the corner only to smash headfirst into someone. Stumbling back, and gaining balance you looked up to see the infamous Tom Marvolo Riddle standing infront of you.

Brilliant.

"I'm sorry, absolutely sor--", you apologized almost involuntarily; having had a crash with him in your absent-mindedness. However, Riddle interjected seeming clearly uninterested in your apologies,

"Who are you?", he enquired in a calm and serious tone. You met his eyes which were narrowed in clear suspicion and were not moving from your person. He was not even blinking. Adrenaline kicked off inside you as if you were in a fight-or-flight situation. True enough. Your mind started to run to find solutions. He was waiting; patiently, infront of you with his hands behind his back, uniformed in complete black with only the exception of the silver Head Boy batch that shone occasionally. The only brilliance in his darkness.

Realising you were staring at him in your venture to find a believable answer, you removed your gaze and looked up. Your eyebrows relaxed as you found the answer and a layer of confidence graced your face.

"I was searching for the Headmaster's office. I'm a transfer student and due to some unavoidable reasons I arrived at this odd hour" you replied just as cooly. You will have to postpone your meeting with professor Dumbledore for now.

Nothing ever went with the plan. Did it?,

"And you did not have any difficulties in finding your way here I hope?", Riddle asked, and for the first time blinked; only once. Something prickled at the back of your eyes. He was trying legilimency!. You shut him out of your mind easily. Riddle did not show any reaction to being thrown out of your mind. He is not truly concerned about your safe journey here therefore; Tom Riddle is deceiving by nature and so you decided to play it safe.

"No, I did not" you answered making it clear that you'd tell him no more about your arrival than you'd tell him about your last christmas party.

He looked unconvinced but inclined his head in understanding nonetheless. "Follow" he simply ordered and strode out to the opposite direction of where you were heading earlier. You followed him.

It was proving hard to keep up with his fast pace. You almost had to run. It seemed intentional, almost as if silently saying you wouldn't find peace with him around. He will always stay ahead of you, whether in academics or in lies.

You read about him sure, but experiencing this for real was truly different. The only sound of clicking heels on the floor was yours. He was walking ahead of you with a considerable amount of distance in between. You were grateful for that.

You studied him under the intermittent beams of light in the corridors. His movements were slithering like a snake; silent, sharp and effortless. He had this air of authority around him, under which most squirmed. You nodded with understanding and shifted your focus from him to the more important tasks at hand.

Soon, both of you reached the gargoyle that lead to the Headmaster's office. Riddle gave the gargoyle its password and both of you took the circular moving staircase. Though you wanted to actually stay standing on one of the steps untill it takes you up, it appeared Riddle had other ideas. He quickly climbed the stairs not giving so much as a glance at you.

Marvolo knocked twice on the large wooden door after he reached the landing. "Enter" a voice called from inside. He pushed open the door and crossing the threshold held the door open for you . You stared at him in bewilderment. He went from ignoring your presence rudely to acknowledging it respectfully, in a flash!

Wow! Such. An. Actor.

You thanked him nonetheless, for even if he is rude, you are not. However, as you stepped into the room any and every thought regarding Riddle's behaviour was washed away, replacing itself with rapture as you beheld the magical world coming alive slowly.

It was a circular room, as you've had imagined. Not exactly what was shown in the movies but not too far from it actually. The dome shaped ceiling was high featuring ornate windows overlooking the sky.

Magnificent is the grandeur of magic, both here and there.

A quick view around the room revealed it was filled with portraits of old Headmasters and Headmistresses, all of whose attention was on you. The room didn't have any trinkets or a large number of curious silver instruments. It was a Dumbledore's touch, you believed. Rather the room was filled with books and bookshelves, nothing out of the ordinary for a typical Headmaster.

"Ah! Tom, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Headmaster Armando Dippet asked taking you out from your explorations, who was now standing beside his desk with hands clapped together.

Riddle smoothly answered, "my apologies sir for disturbing you at this hour. I found her wandering the corridors after curfew, upon asking she informed me she wishes to visit the Headmaster and I showed her the way",

"Such a responsible lad!", Dippet exclaimed, clearly beaming at Tom's dutifulness. Riddle merely faked a smile in response. Dippet then turned towards you,

"And who you might be young lady?",

Here it comes...

"Sir I'm a transfer student from Ilvermorny. My name is (____), and here's my tranfer certificate", You replied and handed him the letter with Ilvermorny's crest. He studied the letter while you tried not to give in too much information. You'd bet Riddle was listening to every word you're speaking. You cannot afford any mistakes in here. You haven't figured out on how to stop him yet, so you needed to be very careful of what you let slip from your mouth.

" I see, but I must say you've arrived at a rather odd time. Any specific reason?" Dippet asked,

I knew I won't get any decent time to come up with a proper story...

" Sir, my parents are muggles..." You started and you could clearly picture Riddle sneering in disgust internally behind you. Even the air around seemed to get thicker as you unfolded the story.

"...and my father's job in the muggle world requires us to move around. I switched schools numerous times before I went to Ilvermorny. After studying there for two consecutive years, my father got a transfer letter last month, that shifted us from America to here in Scotland. I'd have arrived here later this week, had we not been attacked during our journey.--", you couldn't complete as Dippet nearly gasped,

"An attack? My dear!",

You nodded sadly and continued "... we were travelling by a muggle train when they attacked. We were sitting in a compartment when things happened all of a sudden, the train stopped abruptly and we saw flashes of light inside the next compartment, my parents along with other elderly passengers went there to check what has happened, but..but...",you fake choked,

"..but before I could save them....fire started spreading out rapidly and uncontrollably from the next compartment and all those near it were killed, it started advancing at a high rate, and I did what I thought was the best. I....I jumped out of the compartment door on the other side along with others, and then I saw them, the attackers,....all hooded. After noticing us climbing down they suddenly started coming towards us with their wands raised, I couldn't think of anything that time and I fled from there and after reaching a safe point, I apparated, Just beyond the anti apparition wards of Hogwarts and came here.", You finished with crocodile tears. You could pass for a great actress. Anyways, you needed to make your story believable and it should not have any ties to you in the present.

Though it hurt you saying your parents were dead. But better in lies than in real.

"Oh dear! Poor girl! I'm so sorry for your loss. May your parents rest in peace", Dippet almost looked on the verge of tears. It looked like he'd believed your story. Though you needed to be sure. Just in case.

You lowered your head in grief and gave a nod. A very uncomfortable and heavy silence followed after Dippet's condolences.

"Sir, do you think it was Grindelwald's followers who'd attacked?", you asked breaking the uneasy quietness.

"I do not have any reason to believe otherwise", he replied , and internally you sighed with relief! He'd bought your story. If the Headmaster and Dumbledore (obviously) believed it firmly, then you need not care about anyone's opinion or suspicion except perhaps, Tom Riddle. Making him believe would be a difficult task but it's okay, you'll take it slow and steady.

"I believe it has been a long day for you miss (____), it's wise we get the sorting done and then you can take the much deserved rest",
Dippet said.

"Yes sir", you muttered.

"Mr Riddle you may leave if you wish to, it has been a long night for you as well", Dippet offered,

"I'd like to stay here Headmaster if you would kindly allow me. She might need some assistance with directions and passwords. It's my duty to help any student in need", Riddle answered smoothly again gaining a proud grin from Dippet. You rolled your eyes.

There must be two suns and three moons in the sky. No? Shame, I thought riddle really wanted to help me, this poor new student.

You lightly shook your head at the irony.

"So thoughtful of you Tom. Miss (____) kindly sit over there while I fetch the Sorting Hat", he motioned over the stool beside his desk and went to fetch the Hat. The seat faced Riddle, who stood close to the door in the shadows. The shadows around the room were not very prominent and dark, however Marvolo's presence seemed to make even a shadow darker.
As the monster lurking in the dark.

You sat down and studied Riddle as much as you could from your position without making it obvious. He was atleast three meters away from the spot you were sitting. For a brief moment, you felt as if he was scrutinizing you as much as you, him.

Even under the shadows, you could clearly make out his physique. He was quite tall and had a toned, light muscular build. Despite having a good physique, he looked unfit to you. Riddle had fine curly black hair that fell down to one of his eyebrows, in locks. Though the hair was set, the roots seemed unsettling to you. He was pale; not the pale that adored blush, but deathly pale. He had dark circles under his eyes and hollowed cheeks, perhaps suggestive of his onerous duties; both alloted and unallocated. Immaculately he wore his Hogwarts uniform, the creases hiding themselves inside him.

To the unobservant eye, he'd appear as a perfect student, a perfect boy in every aspect, however, to the more detail oriented eye, the flaws in his person would be equally vibrant.

As your eyes travelled over this young boy, who's supposedly a monster, it caught something in one of his hands. A ring.

The ring! Marvolo Gaunt's ring

This explains his sickly appearance. He has already made two horcruxes. That means Myrtle Warren is dead, Hagrid has been expelled and he's killed his father and grandfather. He needs to be stopped before he can go on creating more horcruxes.

Suddenly you realised that you didn't know the exact date. According to Dumbledore, it must be 1944. If Grindelwald has not been yet defeated, surely it meant you are sometime before 1945. Dippet's arrival with the sorting hat took you out of your chain of thoughts.

The Sorting Hat in reality is large, a little smaller than Hagrid's head and it must cover the entire head of the first years! As mentioned in the books, it looked old, covered with dust and was tearing up at the edges. And did it look irritated at being disturbed in the middle of the night.

"Careful now, for I may renew my habit of singing in the night if woken up again. Ah, it used to be a favourite past time of mine"

The Hat said, with all the intentions of a threat. You simply smiled with pressed lips at its petulance.

However, a feeling of anxiousness started bubbling inside you as Headmaster Dippet brought the Hat and placed in on top of your head remarking,
" Yes yes, there's no need to get crabby now, here, meet this young lady, such a pure soul".

You had thought with the size of the Hat, it would cover your entire head but it didn't, instead it fit your head perfectly as if readjusting its shape.

Magic again

And Mr Hat felt tickly on your ears. You grinned but the anxiety of getting sorted didn't leave you.

This feeling just can't be explained.

Suddenly everything turned black, were you seeing the inside of the hat?

"And who's this charming lady?", the hat asked and you giggled, it continued, "you are a bit difficult, yes yes.....I see a spark of something, yes.....hmmm.....you'd do well in (f/h).....I see there's a thirst for knowledge, yes yes ....ah ..hmm..... you're from the future?" The hat suddenly asked,

"Yes, but how do you know?",You thought a little tensed, but it heard all the same.

"Ah! Hahaha I know everything dear lady,! And don't worry nothing gets out of this ripped mouth except some melodious songs.
.. Now now, shall we go back to the sorting?...hmm..yes I can sense a strong determination for something and....yes! there! it's all fitting.... BETTER BE SLYTHERIN!" The hat spoke out loud.

*Look at the end for notes on this part*

Dippet clapped for you. "Brilliant, we've got a cunning Slytherin here! Remember, Your house is like your family. Make friends and enjoy your new academic session with them. Mr Riddle here is from Slytherin house as well", at that Riddle gave a small nod.

"He's the Head Boy as you perhaps already know, he's there to assist you, if you face any problem at all. You can count on him, such a responsible student",

"Yes sir, he already helped me." you faked a smile and nodded at him. He's so deluded by Riddle's charm. Well, most of them are.

Dippet took the hat off you and went on to keep it in its place. You jumped off that stool and waited for the Headmaster, who returned shortly.

"Well, I think we can call it a night and Mr Riddle kindly accompany our new student to the Slytherin common room.", Tom again nodded at that and Dippet continued, "And Miss (____), all your belongings, uniform and books will be sent to your dormitory",

"Yes sir, and thank you for everything",

"It was my duty miss",

You smiled in acknowledgement.

After bidding him good night you followed Riddle out of the office. As earlier he kept a good distance from you, walking ahead. You thought about how he stayed back for your sorting. Anyways, who knew what goes on inside that corrupted head of his.
And you absorbed yourself yet again with the enthralling beauty of the castle. You were spellbound with its spells. You hardly noticed which way you were going and were simply following Riddle, completely immersed in this surreality. It was only when the Head Boy came to a halt and spoke up, that you returned to the present moment.

You were standing in a long, narrow and dark corridor, with a few wall sconces. The corridor had no mullioned windows or openings on either side. It didn't even have other smaller passageways opening from it except for where it turned at both ends to meet the next hallway. This corridor had only one large portrait of Salazar Slytherin, infront of which you were standing.

"This is the dungeons of Hogwarts, and here is the entrance to the Slytherin common room and its dormitories". Riddle said in a matter-of-factly voice facing the portrait. He swiftly turned towards you and greeted you with a soft expression which appeared as fake as voldemort having a nose.

"Welcome to Slytherin. I do not need to relay what the hat and the Headmaster has already informed. However, as the Headboy it is my duty to warn you, that any point you gain... and lose will directly impact the placement of our house in the House Cup and your impression in the house overall". You could sense an underlying threat in his tone.

You nodded, "Thank you for informing me the rules. I will keep that in mind".

Riddle ignored your reply and continued in his previous tone,
"The Slytherin Head of the House is, professor Slughorn. He usually informs new students of all the essentialities" he finished and again turned towards the portrait. This time he muttered the password "salazar".

How very unpredictable.

And then the Slytherins call themselves 'sly'. Nice.

As the portrait slid, Riddle stepped back to let you enter first. You nodded in thanks and entered the common room.

It was empty, as was expected in the middle of the night. The common room had a royal touch to it. The end of the room on your opposite side was semi circular in shape featuring three large mullioned windows screened with dark green curtains.

To your absolute pleasure you found the windows had window seats with plushy looking cushions and small circular tables of black wood were placed near each of the seats. There were two very big pillars on either side of the room, adorned with intricate details that enhanced the royal aura of the surroundings.

The door through which you entered was situated in a corner of the wall in which it was placed. It had a huge fireplace in the middle of it with bookcases on its sides that reached the ceilings. A table was set in the middle of the room facing the fire ; surrounding the table were armchairs and couches. Only one large arm chair, in emerald fabric and silver carvings on wood stood beside one of the pillars.

The room had a distinct smell. The wet Earth after rain, burning woods and books. Grinning and relishing in the blissful air, the warmth, and the royalty you again realised you absolutely loved magic.

"Enthralling", the emotion came out even before you could stop it.

The perfect moment was broken by none other than the Head Boy, who entered right after you. In this short time of just entering the room, you've observed so much. Riddle didn't bother to reply to your remark of the Slytherin common room.

"The staircase on the right side leads to the girl's dormitory", he directed and without waiting for any reply smoothly strode out of the common room. Why you wondered untill,-

-Head Boy's dormitory! Offcourse.

Paying him no attention you went up the stairs leading to the girl's dormitory. Reaching up to your dorm, you noticed everyone was fast asleep and there was one bed empty at the far end of the room. Supposedly yours.

My life sure has shifted on its axis. In less than 72 hours, I found out The Wizarding World is true, and that I have magical powers! And I can control them as I want! On top of that now I'm in the past using a freaking! Time! Turner! To change the fate by stopping Tom Riddle! The dark lord himself Nonetheless!!! Aaaand not to mention I've actually been sorted into Slytherin and here I am standing infront of my dormitory and things can't go anymore absurd!!

Grinning like an idiot you moved towards your bed as silently as possible. You didn't want to wake the others up. You opened your bedstand drawers to place your bag inside, only to find something already there. A quick lumos showed you it was a pile of folded clothes; your uniform. You pulled out the last drawer which was empty and placed your bag there.

After finding the washroom, you freshened yourself up. It had been a tiring day for sure. You came back in your nightshirt that you had packed from your home. The whole black attire from earlier, was piled up with other unwashed clothes into the large basket at the corner of the washroom. You kept the time-turner around your neck: you did not want to risk it getting lost. It was one of the most important things you carried. It ensured your return.

The chilly wind outside hit the dorm windows. With a yawn, you climbed your bed, pulled the curtains and got under the warm blankets. You were relishing the feel of the soft and warm bed while thinking of everything that happened today.

You did occlumency today, and it was so easy for you; didn't take an inch of an effort. How come the wizarding kind find it difficult to master it? Then again, wizards and witches may have different problems. And you also have gifted powers.

Wasn't it strange, you thought, that Tom Riddle did not show any reaction to your occlumency? Riddle's behaviour today had been neither explicitly rude nor too polite. It was, indifferent and to some extent, unpredictable. Anyways, you can think of him later. For now, the most important thing was to visit Dumbledore tomorrow positively. You cannot delay anymore. You wished the story was believable enough as per him. You drifted off to sleep thinking the story was a lie for sure but you hoped it was believable.

But little did you know, this lie would become an actual truth.

Chapter Text

You slowly came into consciousness as you stirred in your sleep. You snuggled deeper into your soft, fluffy pillows. You didn't want to wake up so soon, but you knew you had to. You had to visit Dumbledore, know the date, get the schedule, plan out your mission,
Oufh!
After rubbing your eyes you opened them and sat up. The blanket having fallen from your body now rests on your lap. Everyone in the dormitory was still asleep. It was pretty early in the morning. The wrist watch just proved that, it was half past five in the morning. It was very early, considering you slept throughout the day back in the muggle world.

Anyways, you had a lot to do before you can rest for a little longer. You jumped out of your bed and proceeded towards the washroom, grabbing your outfit for the day; Hogwarts uniform. Quickly after finishing your morning duties, you put on your uniform, plain white shirt with green checked skirt completed with a grey jumper having a dark green neckline, black cloak with Slytherin crest and a slytherin tie. The feel of the uniform felt so good. It was so surreal. Humming softly you lived in the moment.

After ensuring yourself that the time-turner was safely tucked inside your outfit, you returned to the dormitory, everyone was still asleep. It was a quarter to six in the morning. It's usual for students to get up a little late on winter mornings, you thought. Well, it's better if you do not encounter anyone before visiting Dumbledore. You'll meet him first then go for your breakfast and your classes. You were very anxious about your first day in Hogwarts.

It's a dream come true :)

Focused on your goal, taking a deep breath and with an air of confidence, you slung your book bag on one shoulder and went out of the dormitory. You descended the stairs while you heard hushed voices coming from the common room. There were more than just two peoples in there, you could tell by the voices. You stood on the last step of the stair and hid yourself in the shadows and silently listened to their conversation. You shouldn't eavesdrop, you knew but something in the hushed voices gave you the feeling that whatever they were talking about was dangerous, and it wouldn't be wise to enter the common room now. The voices went like,

".....do I take it as a disregard to my orders?....",
this voice sounded familiar,

"....n..no...m-my ..lord", this voice was quivering with fear,

"......couldn't recruit.......consent......my lord......."

".....not accept.......failure........consequences....."

There were more arguments or it seemed like that. They were too hushed and were overlapping each other, besides too unclear to be understood. And suddenly all the voices stopped except for that one familiar voice,

"......Friday, same place, same time, and Do. Not. Be. Late." the voice was distinct, neither hushed nor too loud, but the coldness of it told you the owner of the voice,

Tom Riddle

Surely giving his Knights Of Walpurgis homeworks to do and checking their progress.

You rolled your eyes. Anyways, you made the right decision staying hidden, you didn't want to ruin your mood early in the morning. You waited untill the three voices left the common room and revealed yourself. Without any more delay you headed out, everyone will be down here soon.

Once outside in the hallway, the weather caught your attention. It was a cloudy day, it might or might not rain. The sun was clearly concealed by the ever clustering clouds. Occasional cool wind would blow and ruffle your well made hair. The absolute sereneness of the weather made you feel tranquil, focused and at peace.

And just so it happens, you were so focused that it escaped your notice when someone turned the corner and came hurrying towards your direction, without noticing you offcourse, untill...

*BUMP*

"Ouchh...!", You cried out and stumbled back as you were caught off balance. Now looking up to your bumping partner, you watched a furious Tom Riddle standing infront of you wearing the same disgusted face from yesterday.

I've successfully bumped into the future dark lord for the second time in last eight hours! Wow!

You were about to apologise when you felt something solid against your feet. Looking down you saw three books scattered on the floor, which must have fallen due to the crash. Feeling obliged to pick those up, you crouched down quickly and as fate would have it, Riddle crouched down at the same time,

*CLASH*

You smashed your head with his. Rubbing your forehead you opened your eyes, which were shut due to the force of the head smash. You almost gasped at how close you both were. He was merely inches apart from your face. You observed how the morning light reflected in his eyes, making them brighter than they actually were, but the sheer coldness of it never left. Just then a wind blew and his perfect sleek hair was disheveled, flying across his forehead, he closed his eyes momentarily so as not to let his hair get inside his eyes. Though it might just make him look more attractive than he already was, it infuriated him further.

Wait a second! Did I just call the future dark lord attractive? I must be going nuts!

Tom Riddle is nothing more than a vile creature, who'd haunt everyone in the years to come, you thought ruefully.

Now that you could refocus on his facial expression, you gulped as Riddle looked absolutely livid. You were about to pick his books up when he hissed,

"Back. Off.",

He was downright fuming. You didn't want to risk his wrath and quickly stood up from your position. He swiftly picked up his fallen books and you noticed he was trying hard to control his rage so as not to curse you to the next week.

He returned to his original position, standing stiff and holding the books firmly. Before looking at you he shut his eyes close for a second, as if in pain and opened it just as quickly showing no emotion at all. It seemed the head smash from earlier had hurt him bad. You felt genuinely sorry this time,

" Look, I'm really sorry for th--", you were again cut off by him, must he always be so rude?!,

"How were you sorted into Slytherin? Clearly you belonged to Hufflepuff ", he spat the last word before continuing,
"A pathetic excuse for a house, fitting for filthy muggles like you", he completed contemptuously and without giving you any chance to retort back, he strode off to where he was heading earlier.

You stood there feeling like an idiot for actually considering apologising to him in the first place.

Well, what did I expect?, 'no it's alright, it was partly my fault too as I didn't notice you' from him as a reply? The future dark lord no less?
The thought produced a humourless laugh from you.

Shaking your head and paying him and his insult no attention you headed towards Dumbledore's office. You needed to know how to stop him before everything gets out of control. You won't let this spineless creature destroy the Wizarding World.

After turning into dead ends a few times, you finally reached his office. Where there was supposed to be a door, was a potrait. You stared at it in confusion before realising you were in the past and naturally Dumbledore didn't put any 'advanced magic' around the office to make sure it's you. You can be so dumb at times, you thought.

Now, the problem was you didn't know the password to give to the portrait, there must be a password or something. Maybe, you can just ask the portrait to let you in. You looked up to the portrait. It was of an old professor who was sleeping.

Well, you've known Hogwarts portraits to be helpful, but some of them could be real annoying. You hesitated a bit untill,

'Help shall be given in Hogwarts to those who deserve it', as Dumbledore said in the Deathly Hallows. You smiled.

"Excuse me sir", you tried to be polite,

The old man in the portrait merely stirred. You tried again,

"Excuse me sir", this time a little louder. The old professor opened his eyes this time, clearly annoyed being disturbed in his sleep.

"Wha' dya' want?", He asked, if a bit rudely, but atleast you got a reply.

" I'd like to talk to Professor Dumbledore",

" 'es b'sy ",

" Sir it's urgent, could you kindly ask him if he can give me five minutes, I won't take much",
You almost pleaded and watched the old man stare at you and then leave the portrait muttering something along the lines of 'fools, idiots... won't let sleep', under his breath. You ignored it, atleast you could persuade him.

The old professor returned shortly to the portrait and grumbled,

" Ya'r l'cky 'e finis'd 'is work."

"Thank you sir", he took no notice of your thanks and the portrait slid open.

You entered the office, it looked almost same as it did in future, but had a Dumbledore touch to it.

You looked up to the professor sitting at the desk in the middle of the room, and for a moment you were sure you've entered the wrong office. The professor sitting at the desk wasn't the Dumbledore you've met back in future. Well, it certainly wasn't expected that seventy-something years into the past, you'd find that old, wise wizard handing out lemon drops. You stared at the much younger version of Dumbledore, who was now standing infront of his desk, leaning onto it actually, with hands in his pockets and legs crossed. He was wearing a white shirt, grey trousers completed with a grey vest coat. This Dumbledore had a stubble and short hair that barely reached his forehead, instead of the belly length beard and waist long white hair.

" I do not seem to have grown a pair of wings, do I?",
You felt your cheeks burn and looked down, realising you've been gawking at him since you entered his office.

" Sorry professor, I didn't realise", you replied sheepishly.

"It's alright Miss..?",

" (____)", you provided him.

"Miss (___), I assume you're a new student?",

"Yes professor, I joined yesterday", you informed him.

"And you're a transfer?", He wanted to confirm, you nodded in response. You didn't know but Dumbledore had a way of finding things out.

" Interesting, we rarely have transfer students joining at the start of the term", he spoke to himself it seemed. Suddenly a thought struck you,

Start of the term? What day it is? Shoot! I forgot about the date completely!

"Sir?",

"Yes?",

"What day it is?", You asked hesitantly. Dumbledore fixed you with a scrutinizing look briefly before answering,

"The 2nd of September", he answered, well a part of it actually,

You inhaled deeply before asking the second part of the question,

"And the ...year?",

This time Dumbledore held his gaze over you, he looked baffled and suspicious,

"1944",

"Thank you professor", You replied still not meeting his eyes. You closed your eyes and thought it'd be better if you just do it and clear his suspicions. Before meeting his eyes and wasting no time, you took out the letter addressed to this Dumbledore and held it out for him.

" Sir I know you're thinking why I asked you today's date and the year, and I believe all your answers is in this letter. I was supposed to give this to you and this letter is confidential between us", Dumbledore accepted the letter looking bemused, and beckoned you to one of the plush chairs. You sat down and observed the professor as he raised his eyes while scanning the parchment and did some difficult motions with his hand over it. You looked in awe at the parchment that was now glowing, it stopped after a moment. There must have been some spell; 'dumbledore special' spell, the corners of your lips quirked up at the thought. Anyways, Dumbledore didn't show any emotion all the while reading the letter, at times he merely raised his eyebrows. You waited impatiently while he completed the reading. You wondered what was written in that letter.

After completing his job he put the letter inside his desk drawer and then looked up to you, without any suspicion, but the strong yet understanding look in his eyes told you the upcoming conversation was something very serious. You were about to say something when he held out his hand stopping you and you saw as he wordlessly cast a spell around the office.

The silencing charm!
You realised and before you could say anything he started,

" May I have a look at the device that brought you here?", You were a bit startled by his question but answered nonetheless,

"Sure professor", you unclasped the time-turner and gave it to him. He scrutinized it for a moment and gave it back to you.

"Powerful objects they are, keep it safe Miss (____)", he told you in a voice that meant no joke,

"Yes professor",

"There is something I'd like you to answer", he asked you,

"Anything professor", you replied, you knew he might be the only person to rely onto, while you are here, in the past. So, you didn't want to hide anything from him.

" If I'm not much mistaken then the Dark Lord in future is Tom",

"Yes professor", you noticed as Dumbledore released a breath. Composing himself, he looked at you again.

" I hope you realise this mission requires time and effort, and that it can be deadly?",

"Yes professor, I'm very well aware of the dangers of this mission, I'll make sure to take each step carefully",

"Very well, have you thought of anything yet to stop Riddle?", He asked you as if he already knew that you'd not figured that problem yet,

"Actually that was something I needed help with, the future you, it sounds so weird! Anyways, the future you told me whether I had friends in the muggle world and naturally I do but what I do not understand is how is that related with stopping vold-uh-um... the dark lord", you completed spilling out your core problem,

Dumbledore merely chuckled before answering,
"Well, I suppose you have found nothing in my vague answer. It's my duty to clarify it to you. And before I clarify, let me tell you one thing miss (____), Riddle is not Voldemort, but if we can't stop him , he will be", he again held his strong gaze on you,
"And by friends I meant, have you made any friends here yet?", By his expressions it seemed he was mocking but you knew it wasn't that,

You shook your head in response and the professor continued,

"Then make friends and I assume you are aware that Riddle doesn't have friends as well?", You could see where it was going and you nodded,

"Very well, then you should find your way clear", he smiled,
"What story of yours is Headmaster Dippet aware of?", He leaned back in his chair with both hands on his laps, peering at you. You inhaled deeply and told him the whole rubbish- as you'd like to consider it- you told the Headmaster.

You were dumbfounded when instead of getting disappointed at you, he looked clearly impressed.
"I must say your story is quite believable, if not, it'd be", you were confused by the last part of what he said.

"I don't understand sir, isn't it believable?",

"We believe in the most extraordinary of things Miss (___), you might want to check today's prophet if you ask me",

Why can't he just give a straight answer?

You nodded and he smiled.

"And Miss? Do you mind demonstrating a bit of your new-found powers?",okay that was expected, so you nodded,

"What would you like me to demonstrate?",

"Ah! Yes Miss (___), could you levitate my desk? And be careful to not drop anything on the floor", he warned the last part in a mocking way, you knew he only wanted to see the extent of your powers.

Okay that you can do. You didn't need your 'wand' for it, you'd just need to focus. To give you space, Dumbledore moved aside. Inhaling deeply and closing your eyes, you focused on your magic and thought of levitating the desk without dropping anything. You felt the tingling sensation of magic around you and suddenly felt at ease, as if all these focusing isn't taking a strain on you and just as you opened your eyes you saw you've succeeded in your task. The desk levitating above the ground and not a thing has dropped from top of it. You grinned at your success.

You jumped when you felt a pat on your shoulder, you flushed red noticing it was Dumbledore.

"Sorry sir I was just....", You never completed your sentence as he cut you off,

"It's nothing my child, clearly you were startled", he gently smiled ,
"I must say I'm rather impressed at your control over your powers, it's extraordinary and unheard of, Use it well", he said patting your shoulder,

"Thank you sir", you grinned and realised you've been here for quite a long time. Your goal has been achieved, and you'd better be on your way. The professor must have his classes and other important works. That reminded you, you've your classes as well, not mentioning the breakfast that must have started already.

"Professor thank you for giving me your precious time, I think I should be on my way", you smiled and were about to leave thinking he won't say anything else, when he stopped you,

"Do not thank me miss(___), it was my duty helping you out and although I appreciate all that you have in your heart for taking this dangerous mission, I must warn you as well, Riddle knows his way and his ambitions, do not be a tool to him on your way to accomplish this mission", he warned you with his gentle yet stern voice that meant it's to be seriously considered,
"With that being said, you may visit me if you need any kind of assistance and be careful. Now, Off you go! Have a good day miss (____)", he waved his hands dismissing you.

"You too sir", you smiled and left the office wondering all that Dumbledore said. His answers were still vague but it has some deep meaning you knew.

'not every battle is fought with weapons and won by killing peoples'.

Chapter Text

You were immersed in deep thoughts all throughout your way to the Great Hall. It was clear that Dumbledore wanted you to become a genuine friend of Riddle's and not his minion. Well, that is going to be tough. But let's just say you befriended him, then what? It was at this moment when you realised the exact meaning of the future Headmaster's words,

'not every battle is fought with weapons and won by killing peoples'

Now you know the other way to stop Riddle. To make him understand humanity, friendship, compassion, the importance of feelings and above all love, but-- you couldn't complete your thought as your stomach rumbled.

Man! I haven't had anything since last when?12 hours! Bruh!

You dismissed any other thought from your mind and rushed towards the Great Hall. Once inside, you noticed some professors has already arrived and were sitting at the staff table. You were relieved to find that the great hall wasn't bustling with students early in the morning. Tables of the four houses were placed at the centre of the hall, Slytherin at the left, then comes ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, finally, to the right of the hall was Gryffindor. You scurried over to your house and quickly finding an empty spot at the end of the table with fewer students, you sat down and exhaled deeply.

Your eyes scanned the table and observed that the Slytherin table was literally divided into three parts; the other end of the table consisted of the Ever-grumpy-Head Boy and two of his minions. One had lengthy and messy black hair -not long enough to reach the shoulder- and fair skin with crinkled uniform with atrocious manners at the table. The other one had shoulder length straight blonde hair and a fairer skin with royal etiquettes at the table. Well, it doesn't take a genius to figure out the latter was Abraxas Malfoy, the grandfather of Draco Malfoy. Though you couldn't tell who the former one was, you knew he was either a Lestrange or a Black. Riddle kept his minions close and the influential pureblood aristocrats, even closer. Averting your eyes from them you turned towards the mid-section of the table, it consisted of giggling and gossiping girls; who'd occasionally stare at Riddle and start whispering amongst each other. You sneered and looked away, it was way too cringe. The last part of the table, where you were seated, had students who were normal, who were having normal breakfast and did the normal chit chat, nothing irritating.

You sighed and noticed your part of the table with fewer students, were all stealing glances at you. You awkwardly smiled at them when a boy -quite familiar- sitting just across you asked,
"Never seen you here before, new student?",
You opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out as a loud clinking sound echoed through the hall. Looking towards the rather irritating sound source; you found out it was the Headmaster who'd used his silverware and his goblet to produce such a noise to gather everyone's attention. Now that he'd accomplished his task, he cleared his throat and started,

"Good morning everyone, there's an announcement I'd like to make. You all have already welcomed all the new students that arrived here at Hogwarts, the day prior, and I'd ask you all to welcome yet another new student who'd arrived a little late and missed our welcome feast", here he looked and pointed at you with his hand, continuing his speech,

" We've Miss (______) here with us, she's a transfer student from Ilvermorny and some rather unexpected circumstances had made her arrival delayed. I hope you will provide her the best welcome and assist her in any way she might need. She must feel belongingness amongst us all. With that being said, you may continue your breakfast. Thank you".

He finished and you released a breath, you were holding unknowingly. All the eyes were on you now, the professors and the headmaster smiled kindly at you and all the other students were all literally gawking at you. Your cheeks went red and you looked down, uncomfortable with all these attention. Finally, you looked up and some students at the other tables smiled at you, with you returning their smile they went back to eating their breakfast chatting and gossiping.

You turned your gaze from the other tables to the Slytherin one and noticed only two students in the entire table seemed unaffected by the fact that a new student has been transferred here. One was -obviously- Riddle and another one was a girl sitting beside the boy who'd asked about you earlier. She was silently having her breakfast with deep concentration and never looked up except for having her pumpkin juice or water. It seemed curious but you didn't pay her any mind.

"She's been like that since first year", the boy sitting across from you almost whispered leaning forward on the table.

"Oh", you slightly nodded your head and noticed how he was trying to make small talk with you, though he seemed uneasy, he was actually making an effort. You saved him from further uneasiness.

"So, you already know my name, what about you?", You asked casually,

"Oh! I forgot to mention myself, I'm Jordan, Jordan Zabini", he introduced and you almost choked on air, He's BLAISE ZABINI'S grandfatheeeeerrr!!!!!!! You screamed inside but showed nothing outside. And suddenly his appearance made sense to you, and why he looked familiar. That oval shaped face with buzz cut hair and dark brown skin and where you've seen it, all made sense. The Half-blood Prince movie, Zabini sitting just across Malfoy in the Hogwarts Express. You remembered. You finally found your voice after the realisation,

"Nice to meet you Jordan. Do you know when we'll get our schedules?", You asked him finding nothing else to say,

" Slug- eh Professor Slughorn will hand out the schedules after breakfast", he stated a bit uncertainly,

"Oh! Thanks and no need to get all formal, after all we're going to be in the same house for a long time", you took him out of that first-impression-is-important phase. He visibly relaxed and smiled at you. You smiled back and another round of stomach rumbling took your all concentration to your breakfast.

The breakfast was hearty, and all throughout no one spoke to you except for Jordan. He occasionally made some snarky comments about something or the other, you figured he didn't want you to feel all alone on the first day as everyone else was occupied to themselves or their little group; not that he didn't have friends, he has, infact many of them at your table would mock him or talk to him during the breakfast. You appreciated his effort. Atleast someone genuinely wanted to be friends with you.

You smiled and were about to finish off the last drop of your morning juice when something caught your eye; a paper, a newspaper on the table.

The Daily Prophet

You grinned and picked it up when Jordan looked at you, it was his copy,

"Can I borrow this for a moment?", You asked politely and he nodded then continued his quidditch-something-conversation with another boy sitting on his right. You grinned in response and studied the front of page of the paper. It's your first time actually reading 'The Daily Prophet', so why not experience every bit of the Magical world?

You sipped your juice and read the first article. You almost spitted out your juice but somehow managed to gulp it down and gasp.

This can not be happening, no!

You read the article again and again but the news never changed. The picture just above the article showed a train, well what was left of it really, after it was burnt into 'almost' ashes by the fiendfyre. According to the news there had been an 'attack' by an 'unknown rebellious party' on a muggle transport, a train. All those travelling are dead. No bodies were found, anything that was left were plain ashes. Any muggle that witnessed the raging fire on the train had their memories modified. Search is being continued by the ministry for any muggles having seen the 'accident'. Aurors have rushed to the site as soon as they got the rather distressing news.

They secured the place with muggle repelling charms and started controlling the fire, but with no luck, they couldn't stop the fire. Finally they'd to blast the train in order to stop it. There were no wizard or witch present in the train at the time of the accident. You didn't read any further, you've read what you needed to. Now that explains why Dumbledore told you to read today's Prophet.

You didn't know what you felt after this shoking news. You were saddened by the thought something actually happened like your story. The story was just for the sake of coming here and for the mission. You didn't know whether it was good or bad that according to the news and your story, you are the only witch to have survived that 'accident'. You supposed it was good, you'd say your part of the story and how you escaped, nothing else. As no one except for you have witnessed it, so no one would contradict your elaboration of the incident. Atleast no one would be suspicious of you anymore, the story was true.

You sighed and handed back the copy of the prophet to its owner.

"Thanks", you muttered

He nodded in response. You saw Slughorn come over to your table handing out schedules. He looked exactly as he did back in future and in the movies, just younger.

"Miss (____)", he called you,

"Yes professor",

"Here's your schedule for the year and I heard of your grave condition from the Headmaster. My deepest condolences to you miss. Have a good day", he said and moved on to hand out the schedules to other Slytherin students. You were confused about what he said untill it hit you; your dead parents. You closed your eyes and a pang of guilt rushed through you. But you knew this lie was needed to not let it become the truth. You shook your head at the irony of it.

"Aren't you coming? the first class is potions",
Jordan asked and you looked at the schedule quickly. Yes, it was potions.

"Yep, coming in a bit", you replied and nodding he continued his -whatever- talk with his friend and headed out of the hall. The hall, which has started to empty out quickly. That silent girl from earlier and two other boys along with you lingered at the Slytherin table. You prepared yourself for the first class in Hogwarts. You slung your bag over your shoulder and went out of the hall.

You couldn't help but think; having potions, the first class today was so obvious. Like in most fanfictions about visiting this world that you've read back in muggle world always had this potions-romantic-encounter with the male hero (that must be Riddle, though he was more a villain than a hero) and it almost seemed to be happening here too, in real life. It felt sort of 'weird'.

*Read author's Note at the end for this part*

Catching up with Jordan midway through the corridor you finally reached the potions classroom.

Entering the classroom you gasped at its sheer size. It must be one of the largest classrooms in Hogwarts. It had three large arcs, two smaller ones on the side walls and a huge one at the back; which had a gargoyle each on both of its ends, connecting it to the smaller arcs. Benches and tables lay across the middle of the classroom starting from one smaller arc to the other, leaving the large arc open with the professor's desk at the centre. Potions, cauldrons and jars with various organisms lined up the walls. Both the smaller arcs had a cupboard and a shelf adjoining it, filled with books.

The potions classroom was nothing it was expected to be; dark, cold and creepy. Contrary to the popular belief, the classroom was rather welcoming. It had a slight heated temperature, with all kinds of potions and their fumes it was expected. The classroom smelled just like what a chemical lab in muggle world did; neither nauseating nor captivating. The potions classroom had its own beauty, calm, peace and uniqueness. You didn't know why anything related to Slytherin house was supposed to be some cold and creepy stuff. Every house was unique in itself.

You didn't linger much at the entrance and made your way towards the benches at the middle. The last and the front rows has started filling in.

"Is this seat taken?", You asked Jordan pointing towards the empty space beside him.

"No, you can sit here", he replied and you took the seat. Having seated, now you looked around the classroom and surely enough, one of the front benches was taken by none other than Mr Riddle; sitting all by himself, stiff and straight posture persuing his potions book. So typical of him. Removing your eyes off him you noticed today's class consisted of the slytherins and the Hufflepuffs.

"So what it was like? I mean at Ilvermorny?",

"Huh?", the question from Jordan took you off guard. You didn't expect it.

"Eh-- I mean it..it was great! Yeah! Really nice and big and....", You thanked heaven this time for the interruption by Slughorn.

"Good morning students, before we begin our class today I'd like you all to get paired off...",

Not all that pairing with Riddle coincidentally please! This is real life for god's sake! You can't just copy paste the fictions on him!!

You internally hoped and your wish was granted.

"....slytherins will be paired off with Hufflepuffs today...", though this decision gave birth to much snorting and groaning among the students, you were relieved. You weren't quite ready to start befriending Riddle yet, you'd need a plan, a well formed plan with backups that is. You were taken out of your thoughts by Slughorn calling your name.

"Miss (____), you'll pair up with Miss Brown over there", he pointed towards a bench at the end of the first row, what a luck! You thought as the bench was just beside Riddle's bench where he was partnered with some other boy of Hufflepuff. The boy must be trembling with fear under that cold hard face of Riddle and offcourse his cold dominance won't be making things any easier. You shook your head and took your seat.

A chubby girl with pleated auburn hair that ended just above her waste line, sat beside you. She was light tonned and had freckles across her round face. Her ocean blue orbs sparkled as she turned towards you with a huge smile and said,

"Hi! I'm Matilda Brown and you?",

"(____)", you replied smiling back at her. You eyes caught something shining on her cloak, a badge.

" Are you a prefect?", curious you asked,

"The head girl actually, didn't expect to be selected you know", she said with an expression that she still can't believe she's in this position.

" I'm sure the Headmaster has much experience to know who's suited for which position. Therefore, if you're selected, you need not worry" you replied with a smile.

She nodded, her eyes sparkling with bliss at you. Matilda came out of her trance as she asked, "do you have any idea on what we might learn today?",

In response you shook your head. Really you haven't even gone through your books, not that you've got time for it. But now that you have it you're gonna enjoy your time at Hogwarts. You rummaged through your bag and took out The Advanced Potions Making for seventh years.

After pairing everyone Slughorn started the class. Holding up a droplet shaped vial with some kind of yellowish liquid inside it he asked,

"Can anyone tell me what is it that I'm holding?",

As was expected Riddle politely shot his hands up and Slughorn ignored all others who had their hands in the air. How he always favoured the 'golden boy'. You rolled your eyes.

"Tom, my boy, tell the class about the potion I'm holding",

"Professor this potion in your hand is Felix Felicis that also goes by the name, liquid luck. It makes the drinker lucky for a limited period of time. Excess dose of this potion causes giddiness, recklessness and dangerous overconfidence", Riddle answered smoothly and as usual, charmed by him Slughorn beamed and clapped,

"Brilliant! absolutely brilliant! ten points to Slytherin. Now we will start by making the base of Felix Felicis. Children this potion can be deadly if brewed wrong and it will take 6 months to complete; that means by which time your N.E.W.T.s will be closer and this potion will be taken into account for your practical exam in potions. You will find all the required ingredients on your desk and the instructions inside your book at page 256. Whoever completes the base first and perfectly will earn themselves a vial of Felix Felicis", here he wiggled that droplet shaped vial in his hands and continued ,"Now Begin", he finished and various sounds from thumping cauldrons to chopping ingredients started echoing through the class.

"I'll go and fetch the ashwinder eggs, professor Slughorn have forgotten to put them on our desk", Matilda spoke and hurried towards the students supply cupboard before you can even utter a word.

"Mhm", you sighed and were about to start your potion when you caught a glimpse of Riddle sneering at his partner and simply doing things by himself.

You observed and found out how a smirk played on Riddle's lips as the Hufflepuff squirmed under his gaze and trembled.

"Don't fall for his charms", a voice spoke startling you.

"Huh?", You turned towards the source and saw Matilda had returned from the supply cupboard. You realised you must have been staring at him for long and cleared your throat before replying,

"I'm not",

"That's good because he seems so creepy all the time and gives off this negative vibes, you know", she said waving a hand and you nodded.

"So what do we do first to make the base?", You asked her and she opened the page where all the instructions were written. You smiled at her.

"Thanks",

"Friends don't say thanks and sorry all the time you know", she said furrowing her eyebrows,

"Right, where were we?",

"Felix Felicis".

Chapter Text

"Pass me the vial, it's the last stage and we can finish before everyone else",

Matilda directed enthusiastically and you passed her the vial. For the last forty minutes she's had been all hyperactive about making this base perfectly and not to mention, completing it before anyone else does. Not that it bothered you, you were more than willing to work alongside her making the base. You worked together in harmony; sometimes she'd do the stirring and you'd cut, chop and grind ingredients and vice versa. It was all rhythmical.

Finally, with combined efforts, you've both reached the last stage of the base. She was almost done with pouring the base into the vial and corking it, whilst you started cleaning off the desk. Your opened potions book on the edge of the desk fell onto the floor with a thump, accidentally. You could bet you heard two thumps of falling books rather than just one but you didn't pay it any attention and picked up your book from the floor.

"Finally! Done!", Your Hufflepuff partner exclaimed and you high fived her. Suddenly her eyes went all wide,

"Merlin! We've completed before everyone (___)! Look around", you did and offcourse it was true, no one has completed yet, not even the-perfect-student-Riddle, his vial was yet to be filled with the potion and corked. You smirked.

The Slytherin pride of winning.

"Yes that's true",

"Really it's the first time I've ever completed any potion before everyone in the class", Matilda was almost ecstatic with the achievement, well it was expected with Riddle usually having all the limelight for himself, hardly anyone surpassed him in anything.

"Let me call Professor Slughorn", you told her and were about to call him when someone else did before you.

Riddle

"Professor", he called and Slughorn hurriedly came towards 'his boy's' desk.

"Tom! it was about time you completed the base and as always before anyone else--", you cut him off with a protest,

"Sorry to interrupt you professor, but it was us, who completed the base first. We were about to call you when he did", you didn't say much as brown tugged at your sleeve whispering urgently near your ear,

"Don't say anything! We all know he favours him.", she was upset you could tell and before you could say anything else, professor Slughorn replied,

"Sorry to disappoint you Miss (____), but Tom showed me the potion first before anyone else and it makes him the first student to finish the base. It's only fair that he is acknowledged", he finished glumly.

You pressed your lips into a thin line and nodded curtly. Slughorn then turned towards a smug looking Riddle and started his usual chatter about how he did the base of the potion flawlessly earning your house another 10 points. You tuned him out and focused on the now upset girl sitting beside you.

"Hey, you know right we were the ones who finished it first?",

She meekly nodded.

"Um.. I'm sorry for not being able to call Slughorn before Riddle",

She looked up at you and smiled despite her mood,

"What did I say about saying sorry and thanks all the time?",

You grinned at her reply,

"Sor--erm yeah! Right! And I'll keep your promise if you promise that you won't let your hopes fall. We will win in the next class Matilda.", you stated determinedly, very eager to defeat the model student.

"(____) I was really upset you know about that but then I thought it's the hardwork that counts and the efforts we both put in it. We learnt something, that's what matters. And so what if we couldn't call him before that Riddle did? We both know who completed first". She was right. You smiled back nodding at her and waited for Slughorn to come and check your potion base.

Slughorn came over to your table soon and started checking your potion base.

"Brilliant Miss (____) and Miss Brown! Few have achieved the desired color of the base and managed to do it perfectly", he clapped twice appreciating both of your efforts. After he was done checking everyone's potion he turned towards the class,

"Children as I've already said before, the first one to complete this potion base perfectly and correctly would be rewarded with a vial of Felix Felicis", he paused and looked at Riddle, then continued,

"Mr Riddle here successfully managed to complete the potion flawlessly before anyone else and hence he should be rewarded", Slughorn motioned for Riddle to stand beside Slughorn facing the class and handed him the vial of the liquid luck. You clapped lazily while the class applauded for him. Matilda was applauding for him too with a sad smile on her face.

After the 'rewarding ceremony', Slughorn dismissed the class. You picked up your potions book from the table and were about to put it inside your bag, when you noticed something wrong with the book. Its binding was fragile, pages were sticking out from the book and it was worn out as if it were a hundred years old. This certainly wasn't your book. You looked inside it and sure enough the front page bore the name of the book's owner,

Considering my luck it's no wonder I've managed to swap my book with Riddle's.

You tsk-ed and gave in to your fate. Looking around for Riddle, you found him leaving the classroom. Clutching his book to your chest you sprinted after him, muttering a quick 'see you later' to Matilda.

"RIDDLE!", you called after him but he was already turning the corner at the far end of the corridor.

Damn he was fast.

You had to run to meet his pace. Finally the corner met your presence and you called for him again,

"Riddle!", You almost panted but got no response. Either he ignored your call completely or he didn't hear you; which was unlikely considering he was walking just a few feet ahead of you and the corridor was completely devoid of students. You called for him again, this time louder,

"RIDDLE!!", He turned around so sharply that you took a step back. He was coldly staring at you and offcourse he was ignoring you, atleast it was what his facial expression was implementing.

He placed his hands at his back and raised one eyebrow, taking that as a cue, you held out his book.

"I think we've swapped our potions books accidentally. Here's your book", you stated calmly; his piercing gaze never having an effect on you. In response, he simply took his book from you.

And he did not even thank. And then people call him 'charismatic'.

Oh he is charismatic, to people of advantage to him.

Ignoring his lack of manners you opened your mouth to ask for your book but got interrupted by one of his minion's arrival. Well that minion was none other than the raven haired boy sitting across from Riddle earlier this morning during the breakfast. With a hurried pace he came over to Riddle and the latter swiftly turned his head towards him with a do-something-idiotic-and-you-are-dead look. Unfortunately his minion seemed not to have understood the underlying warning on Riddle's face and hence, started blabbering,

"Malfoy said he'd not be abl---", he broke off realising his mistake and offcourse due to the murderous look Riddle was sending him.

Riddle's expressions were readable if observed carefully, you figured.

Riddle's cold voice took you out of your observations though,

"Lestrange, we shall continue this conversation regarding the quidditch schedules later, along with the other Quidditch members ", Riddle smoothly dismissed him but the boy was too dim-witted to understand he was treading on thin ice as he suddenly looked at you with shock, clearly pretending he had just noticed you and widened his maniacal eyes.

And Riddle was such a manipulator of words. Ever so smoothly he changed the topic without raising any suspicion and so confidently even. Had it been anyone else in your place, they wouldn't have suspected anything or even if they did, they wouldn't have dared questioning him on it.

Lestrange's sneer brought you back to present.

"What's this mudblood doing here?", He sneered. You spared him a cold look before turning to Riddle,

"I've returned your book and I expect you to return mine", you simply stated and Riddle held a cold gaze on you before opening his bag and taking out your book. Before he could hand it over to you however, Lestrange spoke up again

"T-Tom, I think you could utilise your time well completing the duties of a Head Boy rather than returning some book to filthy mudbloods. I'll take care of returning it". The thin ice has broke.

"Very well", Riddle said and handed over the book to Lestrange and with a last cold look at you, he started heading out of the corridor with long strides. Though he did what Lestrange suggested, you knew he was in for a painful day. Riddle wasn't the one to take orders. And you are going to make it a bit more painful for Lestrange. You smirked

"If you are quite done commenting on my blood status and bossing the Head Boy around, I'd like my book back please", you simply commented, loud enough for Riddle to hear who was nearing the end of the corridor.

The effect will be there.

Lestrange had plastered a scowl on his face. He held out your book and as you were about to take it, most evilly he dropped it on the floor, smirking at you disdainfully.

"Wouldn't do to dirty my hands now, would it?", Lestrange dusted his hands together clearly mocking you.

"Pick. It. Up." Your voice was deadly calm. In response he laughed at your face. They were the reason for Slytherin's bad reputation. And they must be taught a lesson.

"I'm not accustomed to pick up books for filthy creatures like you. Now don't go around crying and complaining about me to your mudbloood parents. Oh, I didn't realise those mudblooods are already dead. What a pity! Serves you just right, How did the sorting hat sorted you into Slytherin is beyond me, or....yes! Did you bribe? Or maybe.. you do fit for a sl--", he never finished his sentence or rather could not with all those soap bubbles coming out of his mouth. He wouldn't be able to remove it for the next few hours as you've put a full body bind on him, restraining him from using his wand, or moving anywhere. He was lucky you didn't strip his tongue out. Your wandless magic fuelled with your underlying wrath could've done worse. much worse.

" Cleanse your mouth before speaking! This is a corridor not your toilet!",

The nerve! The nerve of them!

You took a few deep breaths to compose yourself and simply picked up the book. You showed it obeisance by touching the book to your forehead and then to your chest. With a last cold glance at the coughing and sputtering rotten blooded bastard, you turned on your heels and strode off to the Slytherin dormitory.

Somewhere you felt Riddle had not entirely left this corridor, he was around, near enough to know about what has happened here. He somehow has all the information, he'll have this too. He must, considering this happened with one of his lot. And he still wouldn't do a thing.

Clutching the book to your heart you thought as the bridge of your nose pained with the upcoming tears of anguish and pain, that how very evil do these people choose to be, how very cold! Because of their own emptiness, they wish to empty others, to cause pain and take pleasure in it!

True, there were many people out there like Riddle, cold and emotionless. But they didn't concern you, Tom Riddle did, as those people wouldn't grow up to be some homicidal maniac creating havoc across the globe. You needed to change him, to hold on the last bit of humanity within him, if any. He needs to be shown the value of friendship, compassion, kindness and love.

••••••••••••••••••

The next class was Transfiguration but you needed some time with yourself before you could appear for your next class. Fortunately no one approached you on your way to the Slytherin dormitory. You were both fuming and upset at the recent development.

You headed straight to your dormitory after entering the common room which was mostly empty except for one or two students around the corners. There was no one in the girls dormitory offcourse. You sat down on your bed with a sniff. You let all your thoughts and emotions swirl around your head as you shut your eyes. In that one moment you felt the responsibility you were carrying around on your shoulders. Playing the savior of the Wizarding World is not easy, it came with a lot of complications. This was what Harry must have felt being the chosen one and all. Though you knew what Riddle was like, you couldn't help but feel upset at the fact that perhaps Riddle was there around all along and still did nothing when his classmate was being ridiculed with. He should have do something being the Head Boy atleast. But you knew he wouldn't do anything. You loathed Riddle more than anyone in that moment. It's really going to take a lot to make that rotten soul understand humanity.

Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was so unexpected that you almost jumped. You looked up to see a girl. She seemed familiar to you, untill you realised it was the girl from earlier this morning at breakfast, who was all silent and introvert and was sitting at the very end of the Slytherin table. A quick observation told you she had black curly hair that mirrored bellatrix's, with fuller eyes and thin lips. She had a slim body with definite curves and porcelain skin. She even had light make-up on. At present, she was standing infront of you while you were sitting on the bed.

"You seem to be distressed about something", she said breaking the silence. She had a fruity voice, that rang with meaning and weightage.

"It's nothing", you choked out. In response she sat beside you saying in a soft voice,

"It's not nothing if it had made you miss class on your first day here", a thought hit you suddenly,

"You do realise that you're here too, missing the same class",

She chuckled and replied,
"Well it's not my first day here", she replied with a smile and then suddenly,

"SOPPY!", She called out and an old elf with a threadbare pillowcase, knotted over one of his shoulders, popped into the room.

The elf bowed his head saying,
"Does Miss MacQuoid calls Soppy?",

"Yes, you know what to bring us here. Hot if you will", she ordered, though with her voice it seemed more of a request.

"Soppy will be happy to serve Miss MacQuoid! But not her mudblood friend", he bitterly spat the last part. And here you were hoping all the elves will be like dobby. You just shrugged at the elf's behaviour. You've been hearing that word a lot since this morning.

"SOPPY! Never again call her that! Or I'll be disappointed with you!", His mistress warned and bowing repeatedly he vanished into the thin air.

"I'm sorry he--", you cut her off, saying,

"I don't mind. I can understand their mindset", 'or atleast try to' was silent.

She nodded and took her place back, beside you. She suddenly held a strong gaze as she went all serious with the next question,

"Don't lie. I saw the expression on your face when Soppy called you a--well...that. Are you upset because of something related to it?",

"How did you all know about me being a muggleborn? I never mentioned it", It was the first question that came to you,

"Lestrange made sure we all knew it".
Well that explains it all but how did he ever came to know about your blood status was still a question.

You replied to her earlier question,
"Lestrange also made sure I knew my position as well".

She nodded her understanding.
"If it makes you feel any better, you can cut his body and chop his limbs, and then grind them into powder, the next time he does that. And I'll make sure no one knows of it", somehow this made you laugh. And hearing you laugh, she couldn't hold her serious demeanor either.

"And then we will sell it in the muggle world as toilet washing powder", you suggested
and the laughter escalated.

Soon after it died down and the air had become lighter, you asked,

"Are you a muggleborn? I don't mean to offend or anything, just curious",

"No, I'm not", she shook her head as Soppy popped back into the room holding two streaming mug of hot chocolates (you are free to think of your favourite drink here). Soppy handed her one of the mugs and placed the other rather roughly on your nightstand. He bowed before her and left the room.

"Thanks but you really didn't need to--", she was already dismissing it all with a wave of her hand.

"Drink", she pointed with her eyes, she was already sipping hers and you smiled. The first sip sent a rush of warmth through your body. It did make you feel better. You both finished your drinks in a peaceful silence. She put the empty mugs on the nightstand saying, "the elves will take care of this".

"Are you feeling better now?" She asked you,

"Yes", you sighed feeling relaxed and being in a much better mood now.

"Then I think it'd be wise for you to return to your class",

"It's too late now. What about you?",

"Better late than never. And me? I've got some catching up to do in the library",

"Oh alright. I've changed my mind, I'll attend the class now and I better hurry up!", with that you slung your bag over your shoulder and started walking out of the room. You stopped just at the threshold and turned back,

"Oh! I absolutely forgot to ask your name!",

"That's alright. I'm Evie MacQuoid",

"And I take you already know mine?",

She nodded smiling.

"I'll see you later then", you told her and departed from the dormitory.

••••••••••••••••••••••

Meanwhile after you left behind a coughing Lestrange in the corridor;

Lestrange stood there with mixed emotions of anger, revenge, confusion and anticipation. His hands and feet were tied and he was continuously throwing up soap and large amounts of foam, so much so that it nearly covered half the corridor. He didn't know how to ask for help, and hence waited uncomfortably until someone passed the corridor.

Not 15 minutes had passed since you had left, that Riddle came striding into that hallway. To others it would seem, this was a simple coincidence that he happened to pass the corridor just at the right moment; his patrolling and other duties requiring him to move around from time to time.

Riddle halted at the sight of Lestrange, already perhaps knowing what has happened. After a brief look around the corridor ensuring it's empty, he cast an unknown spell around them. He then with a deadly composure and underlying fury turned towards Lestrange.

Lestrange's hopeful look that Riddle might save him from this hex quickly vanished into air as he noticed the look on Riddle's face. In that moment, Lestrange, who had earlier hoped for his rescue regretted his wish, for being stuck in this condition was better than facing Riddle's wrath. Being his follower, he knew well enough when his master was disappointed in them and when he was livid. He looked down quickly, quivering with fear as he felt the anger rolling off Riddle, which chilled his blood.

He was having an extremely difficult time keeping his mouth closed with all that soppy water and bubbles that generated from Merlin-knows-where, almost swallowing them. It wouldn't be a wise decision to keep coughing out the liquid soaps infront of Riddle. It will only mean signing his own death contract. He couldn't even break the body bind that you had put on him. He menacingly thought of different ways to take his revenge but before that he'd have to go through Riddle and well that concerned him greatly at present.

Riddle had felt insulted, his ego had been wounded that a petty muggleborn had so easily defeated one of his followers,

those mindless fools

They deserve punishment, which they will receive in due time.

Riddle kept his calm thinking he requires time before he can become the greatest with even greater power. Doing anything rash might risk his image. For now these fellow servants are required to make up and strengthen his gang. They must be trained properly.

And so Riddle took what he thought was the best course of action in that moment. He icily stated,

"50 points from slytherin for the use of inappropriate language towards a fellow classmate and detention for 2 weeks with Mr. Bernar starting from today", then his eyes flashed a dangerous crimson as he menacingly added.
"Await your consequence on Friday". without a glance back at the still struggling Lestrange, he strode off to the next class.

Chapter Text

You were running late by 15 minutes. Dumbledore would surely take points. You could only hope it wasn't much. If your house loses points because of you, on your first day of the term, well then you'd be their first target instead of the gryffindors. Not to mention it won't be a good impression on the professors either. You have a job here to do and who can tell, you might need your impression as a competent and responsible student in the future.

Though you were sure that you were heading the right way, you ended up in a deserted and unused corridor. The hall had small, evenly spaced, arc-shaped windows high on the walls, which appeared to be the only source of light. The walls were cracked, with pieces missing and spider webs hung from every corner. The stones beneath your feet were uneven and rough, as if there was some kind of explosion that had destroyed the smooth floors : pebbles and broken pieces of walls and pillars crunched under your feet. All of this created an unsettling atmosphere that sent shivers down your spine. The general buzz coming from the rest of the castle somehow didn't penetrate the walls, contributing further to its eeriness.

As you moved ahead, you noticed the corridor was split into two ways at its end; one to the right, another to the left. Both were even darker as those didn't carry any windows to let any light in. You wondered where these paths led to.

You glanced at your watch and with a jolt you realised, you were half an hour late now. Shit! You hoped to find your way this time, if not, you'll ask someone or something. As if granting your wishes yet again, a voice echoed through the corridor,

"What are you doing there?", came a male voice, you turned around to see a Ravenclaw student standing just at the entrance of the corridor, wearing a suspicious and surprised look, if that look was possible.

"Well," you began, a touch of embarrassment coloring your tone, "I lost my way and ended up here." The boy's expression shifted from curiosity to something softer, recognition perhaps. His lips curled into a gentle, amused smile.

"So, Hogwarts has finally got you, huh?" he remarked, his voice smooth and inviting.

Carefully, you navigated away from the shattered remnants of the corridor. The daylight coming in through the windows, illuminated the details of the ravenclaw's appearance. Your eyes first fell on the gleaming prefect badge that was pinned proudly to his well-tailored shirt, marking him as someone of importance.

This boy was tall, very tall ; you had to nearly crane your neck to face him. His exceptionally bright and twinkling blue eyes enhanced his already handsome features of smooth blonde hair, fair skin with sharp cheekbones and a pointed nose.

And they choose Tom Riddle to be the most handsome.

"You know, you're really beautiful?" you complimented him, with a soft smile adorning your lips. In response, he blushed, momentarily looking away in embarrassment. With a shy smile still lingering on his face, he let out an awkward laugh-a futile attempt to hide his bashfulness-before managing to whisper a soft and heartfelt "thank you."

"Where were you heading to anyways?" changing the topic completely, he enquired. A vain attempt to hide his blush.

"Transfiguration class, but Hogwarts got me," you retorted,

"Come on, then, I'll show you the way," and he started leading the way, with you following close behind.

"What's that place? I mean, it looked clearly unused," curious and a bit suspicious about that corridor, you asked him after a while.

"Oh! That? Well, the Headmaster would say it's out of bounds to all students!" He paused, then continued, "But hear it from me: you can always come here if you ever feel like sneaking out into Hogsmeade and helping yourself to the finest chocolates from Honeydukes," he added with a wink.

"What?"

"Yes, the right end of the corridor leads to an underground tunnel that is connected to the basement of the HogsHead."

"You sure not making a fool of me?"
He went all serious as he replied to you, "I wouldn't joke about something as important as chocolate." Then he smiled again.

"Right," you smiled back at him. You couldn't fathom why someone would let out such a secret when he barely even knew you. But before you could believe on a complete stranger's words, you'd need to check out that place for yourself someday.

And he'd remain a stranger if you don't get to know each other.

"You possibly know me, so what should I call you?" You asked him.

"Yes, it wasn't quite possible to not remember you after Dippet's huge introduction during breakfast. Not only that, transfer students are rare here, so they usually get more noticed. And me? I'm Alfred Johnson, you can call me Alfrie."

You nodded.
"Well, does Professor Dumbledore take points for being late?" Against all odds, you hoped not.

"Professor Dumbledore? Well, us Ravenclaw students make it a point never to be late to his classes-or to any classes, for that matter-so I'm not certain. And as for other students, I haven't really paid much attention," he paused, pondering, then added, "Given it's your first day, I think he might let it slide." His smile was uncertain, and you returned it with equal uncertainty.

"I hope so", you mumbled and wondered,
"don't you have classes?",

"Actually no it's a free period",

And just like that, talking about classes, free periods, and the privileges that prefects enjoy, you both soon reached the Transfiguration classroom. You were half an hour late now. You sighed and decided it was best to face your fate.

"Well, here you are now. And don't forget the way to your classrooms! Even if you do, don't hesitate to ask for help. Hogwarts will always help you," he said with a reassuring smile.

"Yes I'll keep that in mind and thank you",

"Ah, it's no trouble at all!" he said, dismissing your thanks with a casual wave of his hand. With a final nod, he turned and left.

Standing at the entrance, you took a deep breath before stepping inside.

"May I come in, Professor?",

Dumbledore, who was engaged in an interactive discussion with the class, halted at your voice. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he turned towards you with a curious look. His eyes, however still sparkled with amusement.
"Would you kindly explain yourself Miss?",

"Sir-- actually-I -lost my way", you stuttered.

In response, professor Dumbledore simply looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face. You gulped, not knowing what to expect.

After a long time, as it seemed to you, Dumbledore gave you a little smile, his eyes now twinkling.

"No worries Miss. We often find ourselves lost in this vast ocean called life. And to discover is our journey!" He smiled again. "Come in and take your seat. Just a small reminder, Hogwarts is always there to help, if you ever find yourself lost again" he said warmly. His words somehow made you feel lighter, relieved and more determined than ever to become the best version of yourself.

"Thank you sir", you couldn't help but thank the wise man infront of you with a smile. He simply nodded and gestured you to sit.

Entering the classroom, you quickly started looking for a vacant seat amongst the crowd of golden and green, not wanting to disrupt Professor Dumbledore's lesson any further. As you passed the rows of the full seats, you couldn't help but notice some Slytherins shooting glares at you, and some disgusted looks as if some silent competition of making nasty faces was on. The rest of your housemates, who were not engaged in this competition, including Tom Riddle, formed the ignore brigade. Rolling your eyes internally at all of them you walked on towards the back of the classroom. From a corner, you found Lorcan who was sitting with his friends, giving you a small smile, which you returned. Just as you were pondering over your seat, you caught the sight of two gryffindor girls waving their hands eagerly in the air, inviting you to join them at a shared bench at the far end of the classroom. You made your way over to them and they shifted to make room for you.

"Sit here with us",

"Won't you have a problem with having a Slytherin at your table?", You playfully asked and the one at the other end of the bench quipped,

"Only if you do",

The sly remark sparked a smile on your face. You took your place beside them, observing each gryffindor with discretion. The one right beside you had voluminous curly hair, with a vibrant shade of crimson: the hair bouncing with every movement that she made. Her unfocused eyes of faded icy blue, fitted restlessly about, never settling on any point. The golden complexion of her being, matched with her other attributes, emitted a perfect radiance and warm glow from her. She introduced herself presently,

"You're the new transfer student, isn't it? (____)? I'm Jasmine, call me jazz",

You nodded and smiled in response.

The one sitting next to her took the cue and introduced herself,
"I'm Roseyarin Thornwood, you know what to call me", she winked and you winked back. Rose had soft features, that bespoke of her innocence, adding to it were her stormy grey eyes, brimming with simplicity. Her straight, shoulder-length dusty brown hair, stood as a stark contrast to the energetic curls of her friend.

Your focus shifted to the last girl of the trio who introduced herself next,

"I'm Cortia Xane. It's a pleasure meeting you", she gave you a brief smile which you returned.

Cortia seemed to you much different from the other two. Her raven black hair was neatly pulled back into a messy bun, with loose strands roughly tucked behind her ears. The depth of her olive eyes hinted at a well-guarded inner world, revealing just a fraction of what lay beneath the surface. Her olive skin tone and sharp features, somewhere gave her the appearance of a vixen, the likes of which she seemed to conceal. Perhaps a Slytherin in a gryffindors' skin?

Interesting.

There was this kindness in her eyes though, she must be hiding a lot of pain inside those. Suddenly your thoughts lost track of emotions in her eyes and came back to her face, where she was rubbing her temple in a gesture of frustration.

"What's wrong cor?", Rose asked.

"Nothing, just a light headache", she forced a smile and stared curiously at you for a moment before looking away.

Did I do something?

It baffled you. However, you decided to think about it later, and focused on the class, not wanting to miss the rest of the lesson. Though with the gryffindors you soon understood, it was hard to focus on the lesson, and harder to avoid their gossip. So you multi-tasked: focusing on the lessons while also keeping up with their tittle-tattle.

And soon, the remaining 15 minutes of the class were over, and Professor Dumbledore started giving out assignments. You felt a little embarrassed, having entered his class so late and still getting away without a scolding. It was as if you had betrayed not only yourself but also the Professor, who had always been known for his understanding nature and leniency. Hence, you resolved to never be late in any of your classes, let alone Dumbledore's.

Assignments were, well another part new to you in Hogwarts. You were anxious about it. If only there wasn't an outright deadly mission looming overhead, could you have fully enjoyed the magical experience of being at Hogwarts. Dumbledore's voice took you out of your glum thoughts,

"Children, I assume you are aware that you will be taking your NEWTS this year, which will consist of both practical and theoretical examinations. Therefore, you will have more assignments this year," Dumbledore announced. This statement was met with grunts and groans of protest from the students, but he continued nevertheless.

"For today's assignment, I expect each of you to submit a two-foot-long essay on today's lesson by Monday. And now, for the assignments that will prepare you for your NEWTS, you will be divided into groups of two," the class fell silent at once. The news of extra homework seemed to have brought about this sudden quietness. After taking a brief pause to let the announcement set in, he continued,

"You are required to write a 20-foot-long essay on the five major human Transfigurations, including their limitations, uses, wand movements, and incantations. You will work with your partner to research this topic and submit the assignment by the end of this month. Along with each NEWTS assignment, practical assessment will also be taken. Throughout the year, I will continue to assign essays on topics commonly featured in NEWTS exams. The groups will remain the same, and each month you will receive a new topic to work on after you submit the previous assignment." Despite the initial protests from the students, a single look from Dumbledore silenced them. He then proceeded.

"Now, for the groups. Miss Felina Gold of Gryffindor, you will be partnered with Miss Dorcas Bell of Slytherin." The list went on, with you eagerly waiting for your name to be called. Finally, your name was announced.

"Miss (____) of Slytherin, you will be partnered with Mr Riddle of your house", at this professor Dumbledore gave you a subtle look: its underlying meaning known to both. He then continued with the list, while you felt a sinking sensation in your chest thinking about your immediate future. You understood the necessity of this pairing, but a part of you longed for more time-time to prepare, to plan for your mission.

The classroom around you blurred as you wrestled with your thoughts, hardly noticing when Dumbledore dismissed the class. You barely registered the students shuffling out, lost in conversations that seemed a world away. When Jasmine and the others invited you to join them, you responded with a distracted, "I'll be joining in a while." They left, their faces etched with concern, though you scarcely noticed their departure.

As you silently packed your bag, waiting for everyone to leave, the weight of the mission and it's possible outcome on the future, began to sink in. Doubt crept in.

Will I be able to do it? Perhaps I should have taken more time to think over this mission before agreeing? Am I the right person?

"You are more than capable, Miss," a gentle voice interrupted your thoughts. Startled, you became aware of the empty classroom, the dust dancing in the sunlight filtering through the windows, and Dumbledore standing a few benches away, serving as your mentor.

You met his gaze in silence, no words needed. It seemed he had already understood your internal struggles.

"Often, we doubt ourselves, our abilities, and our choices. Even the most intelligent among us forget this simple truth - every choice we make teaches us something, shows us something. And learning is never in vain,"

Professor Dumbledore stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder,
"Remember, everything happens for a reason, whether you see it or not". After two pats on your shoulder, he left.

Everything happens for a reason

Dumbledore's words were true. Though they didn't entirely take off the cloak of anxiousness from you, it did make you feel if possible, lighter and focused. You knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but you were ready to face it head-on, armed with Dumbledore's words of wisdom and support. And with a deep breath you left the classroom.

Once in the hallway, you checked your timetable and discovered you had a free period at that moment. Making silent plans to explore the castle, you looked around for your targets: Jazz, Rose, and Cortia. Having spotted your recently made companions on the other side of the Courtyard, you scurried towards them in eagerness. But a cold male voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Miss (____)",

You turned to find Riddle striding confidently and authoritatively towards you.

"Yes?", you replied equally confident, and even more alert.

"Regarding the joint Transfiguration assignment, I will be in the library at noon to work on it. I expect you to be present and I do not tolerate lateness, or incompetency," he stated flatly.

"Alright, I shall be there and yes, I know who I'm working with ", you faked a smile.

"Words hold no value for me. Actions do," he retorted.

"And I am not obliged to do anything that pleases you," you shot back.

"Not to me, no. However, you are obliged to Professor Dumbledore," he responded smoothly, before brushing past you, departing with silent, effortless strides. Though adept, Riddle's ability to incite compliance did not move you, for you served not only Professor Dumbledore but the greater cause of the wizarding world itself.

You exhaled deeply and looked around to see that Jazz, Rose, and Cortia had noticed you and were waiting for you to join them. Smiling, you moved along to meet them.

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"hey Cortia!",
A male voice suddenly called out from behind, stopping the four of you on your tracks. After your 'civil conversation' with Riddle, the trio decided-as you were a new student- they'll show you around, which will also eliminate the problem of getting lost from the next time. And you were more than willing to accompany them.

Here you were, rudely interrupted in your explorations by a random Gryffindor, seemingly in your year. You studied him; he had a well-built physique, and the posture he assumed within it made him appear bumptious. Adding to his already irritating demeanor, he wore an exaggeratedly arrogant expression, rendering his overall appearance utterly foolish. Though something about him seemed familiar, you couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. His oval-shaped face and the buzz cut hair with a slight fringe falling over his forehead; this look was oddly familiar to you.

Anyways, you shifted your focus from him to your newly made friends and observed the most peculiar thing; while Jazz and Rose pressed their lips into a thin line to conceal their smile -which was too obvious to hide-, Cortia simply looked annoyed. You could sense something but you were not sure. Hence, you silently observed what unfolded next.

"What do you want Max?", Cortia asked with a tone of irritate-me-more-and-I-will-slice-your-tongue-and-make-a-braid-out-of-it. This 'Max' didn't seem to catch the warning in her voice or maybe he did but dismissed it and stepped closer to her and the next moment he took a very bold step; he brushed his finger against her cheeks, saying in a flirtatious tone,

"You, darling". Cortia scoffed and moved away from his touch, while you raised your eyebrows watching the boy's audacious endeavours.

"Don't do that!", Cortia warned,

"Oh dear! I was merely teasing you", he chuckled and then took something out of his pockets. It was a chain of sorts, silver it seemed and finally after taking a good look at it, you concluded it was a handcuff.

Handcuff? Interesting.

A nasty little thought was playing at the back of your mind. Presently, the boy's further boldness grabbed your attention; he casually took one hand of Cortia's despite her shrieks of protest, and cuffed both of their hands together.

Ah han! But in the broad daylight?
You knew the gryffindors to be bold and fearless but surely not to this level?
Now, you were perplexed. Clearly that was not the intention, for the boy's expression and body language told otherwise. The handcuffs were meant for something else.

The corridor was empty as it was, there were no student or staff around. You were sure he would not have dared in front of the faculty or even other students.

Does he mean harm then?

With the looks that Rose and Jazz was giving, it appeared they were no strangers to this boy and his antics. If that is the case, then surely there is no harm, but one couldn't be careful enough. You had your wand ready in your pocket, watching the scene.

"Max! Leave me alone! Release me at once! Or else...", Cortia threatened, or tried to atleast. It did not seem her heart was in the threat.

"Or else what sweetheart? Believe me when I say no magic is going to work on it. I and only I can open it", he chuckled again simply getting on Cortia's nerves or rather her cheeks. You were now clearly enjoying this.

"You bastard!" She uttered contemptuously.

Oh no Cortia, you truly don't believe it
You smirked

After awhile, realising this "Max" is not going to release her, she decided to use spells to release herself.

"Alohomora!", Nothing happened.

"Reducto!", Again nothing and just like that she tried a plethora of spells but only in vain. The more she failed at releasing herself the more agitated she became. She was slowly growing more and more impatient, to leave this scene and him.

Finally, in a defeated tone Cortia said,
"What will I have to do to get myself released?",

"Ah! Cortia darling, I'm so happy that you finally decided to come to your senses instead of trying to escape my hold", Max was looking smug as ever. Cortia sneered in response.

"Well, I do not wish to keep my dear dear Cortia in this predicament anymore so...", He continued,

"Cortia my love, you do know that I had a crush on you since you had arrived here. I started liking you at first, resulting in my futile attempts at making you like me too. Unfortunately for me, that didn't happen. The more I wanted to impress you, the more you got disgusted in me. I too was losing my patience. So... I wanted to give it a last shot. A challenge",

"A challenge?", A shocked Rose asked and completely ignoring her, Max went on,

"A dipping challenge in the black lake. The last one to get out wins. If you win, Cortia sweetheart, I'll never bother you again or come near you and you'll never hear from me, untill it's you who decides to finally come to me", he looked annoyingly smug and Cortia muttered under her breath,

"Like I will",

"Did you say anything dear?",

"No",

"I thought I heard something but leave it, Yes and if I win, you'll have to give me a chance. Yes a chance is all I ask for. I cannot force you to like me. But you can atleast give me a chance to show you that I'm not that bad, you know. And if after that chance, I cannot become the one you can like, well then, I'll not bother you again", he finished with a finality in his voice that said he wasn't joking about it at all.

And then there was complete silence. Cortia seemed to be contemplating all that he said about the challenge. Finally after some moments, she broke the heavy silence,

"Fine, I accept the challenge".

Everyone's expression changed at her reply but only you noticed how the nervous and uncertain look on Max's face shifted to a hopeful and shocked look. It meant he really was expecting a rejection. Max seemed to have found his voice after his initial shock as he stuttered out,

"Yeah, fine right- uh-um let.. let's head to the bla- black lake then, yeah?",

Cortia simply headed towards the black lake with a blushing Max behind her. You couldn't help but grin at the sight of their cuffed hands.

Fate always has its ways, doesn't it?
You thought and along with the other two, moved towards the black lake. You slowed down your pace so as to remain a good distance behind the cuffed couple and asked the chuckling Rose and smiling Jazz,

"So what's all this about huh?", you wanted to know the whole story.

It was Jazz who answered,

"Yeah I believe it's time you know about them",

"Don't leave a single detail",

"Alright alright, so Maxwell Wood is an average Gryffindor who has been crushing over our daaarling Cortia for the last 3 years. We are really glad he finally found the guts to approach her directly",

"Very direct", you nodded dramatically,

"Yeah, so the methods he'd tried to get her attention was utterly idiotic. One of them was bullying other students, which he stopped by the way after our third year and then after his fourth year he started flirting with other girls just to get Cortia's attention, such an idiot!", Jazz exclaimed.

"Is it both ways though or did I misread the blush on Cortia's cheeks?", you queried

She chuckled and replied,
"Believe me when I say that both are idiots and in love",

"What?",

"Yes, see I told you the exterior side of things, now let's get inside shall we? Rose and me, we've seen the way he looks at her when she's distracted or isn't paying him any attention. How he flirts whenever she's around just to make her jealous and notice him, afterwards when she leaves without even a glance, Max simply stops flirting, and defeated he departs from the place to god knows where. ",

"Maybe to make new plans to get Cortia", Rose interjected ,

"Yeah, and he isn't the arrogant toerag he seems, he acts like that just around her. He's a gentleman, once he helped me with some assignments and he was so polite and helpful. I wonder, had he acted his usual self around Cortia, it wouldn't have been so difficult. And let me mention he might be average in terms of academics but he's absolutely remarkable on the quidditch field. He's a chaser and an outstanding one at that, oh and he's also the gryffindor quidditch captain", Then she said something along the lines of his achievements or something which you didn't really catch, as you were completely engrossed in your thoughts. Now it's clear why he seemed so familiar! Offcourse! Perhaps he's the grandfather of our quidditch freak Oliver Wood!!

Life can be so unpredictable at times, it can even take you to the ancestor of a book character.

You thought and grinned in amazement.

"....Cortia loves him__", Jazz was saying when you tuned back into the conversation.

"Sorry what?"

She made a strange gesture and continued,

"Didn't you hear what I just said?",

You flushed, "no, I mean yeah I was just zoned out there for a moment.",

"Yeah, right where was I? Yeah, Cortia likes him. I've seen how she gets all cranky and jealous when he flirts with other girls. She might make it look like she's just disgusted by his actions but we're her friends after all, we can see right through her. She gets all silent and gets irritated for the smallest of things after she comes across a flirting Max. I've seen how she looks at him when he's distracted and turns away the moment he looks back at her. You know Rose I've been thinking that really it's time these two love birds get together", she finished and sighed.

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Soon, the black lake found Rose, Jazz, and you sitting on a rock under a tree, waiting impatiently for the challenge to begin, while Cortia and Max were getting ready. It was decided that a freezing charm would be cast into the black lake to make its water bitterly cold, feeling like a thousand knives slicing through your body. Each individual in your little group checked the water in the black lake to ensure that everyone felt the same degree of coldness and that there was no bias.

There was only one rule to this challenge, it was no magic. And hence both Cortia and Max kept their wands in Jazz's possesion and then without any more delay they hit the freezing water.

At first, both were dipping near the land, but Max began splashing water towards Cortia. To make matters worse, some onlookers crowded around to watch them, until the three of you pushed them away. Even after that, some continued to watch from a distance, leading Cortia to decide to move into the center of the lake, where the water was deeper than near the land, while Max stayed where he was.

Cortia's little head was visible on the surface of the water, but you couldn't make out her expressions as she'd turned to face the other way and had taken to occasionally go under the water, stay there for a good five minutes and come out and breathe, only to get inside again. Max was already freezing, anyone could tell from his expressions and his loud clattering of teeth.

It was a cloudy weather with occasional cool breeze that ruffled your hair. The clustering clouds concealed the ever shining sun. You along with Jazz and Rose chattered amongst yourselves under the tree, enjoying the weather.

The most interesting thing amongst all these was the handcuff. While taking them off Max didn't use any unlocking charm, he simply pulled out the cuffs from their hands. Earlier Cortia had been frustrated over releasing herself from that lock using a thousand different charms only to know later that it could have been easily pulled off her hand. The handcuff didn't look like it was made up of a flexible material at first, or maybe it wasn't, it was simply charmed to get flexible after it has been locked. Either Max was efficient at wandless magic or someone else has charmed a normal handcuff like that. Either way it's brilliant and a trick worth learning.

You played with the handcuffs in your hand, looking around. Not many students were around. Far from where you were sitting, a couple was busy snogging under the shade of a tree. You diverted your gaze from them, and two familiar figures caught your eye. At a distance, Tom Riddle and Abraxas Malfoy were engaged in a very serious conversation. Rather, it was Malfoy who was speaking, making occasional gestures with his hand, while Riddle simply listened, his hands behind his back and his gaze far away.

And then, all of a sudden, he locked his eyes with you, and a deadly chill ran down your spine as his eyes flashed crimson just for a second. You simply looked away with a cold stare as if you hadn't noticed his flashing eyes and the fury lying beneath them.

From the corner of your eye, you made out that the two figures never stopped walking and soon went out of your sight. You sighed with relief. Tom Riddle was no Dark Lord for nothing.

You shook your head and looked over to Max and Cortia, they must have turned into ice by now. You were right as you heard a sneeze, a loud one at that, it was from Max. He was getting out of the water.

"Ooohh----uouhh--hrrrrrrr----sneeze---ohh--," he was shivering, his teeth clattering dangerously, looking cold as ice. Jazz and Rose hurried towards Max with a towel transfigured from a leaf. You stayed behind for Cortia, who was still under the water at the center of the lake. Just to reassure yourself, you called out, "Cortia!" In response, she lifted her head out of the water for a moment, looked at you, and then went down again. You shook your head; it was nothing-you were just thinking too much. You ignored the creepy feeling that washed over you out of nowhere, dismissing it as nothing.

Max's defeated voice snapped you out of your chain of thoughts,
"Cortia! You win and...and I lose. It's alright, now get up! It's too cold there, I--sneeze--don't understand how you can stay under the water for soo--sneeze--so long!" He was shivering violently.

"Yes he's right, Cor! Get up now, the free period is almost over, you win! Cor!", It was Jazz who called out this time but there was no response whatsoever from Cortia, she was still under the water.

This creepy feeling was getting more creepier by the second. You gulped, something was amiss now. Rose called out,

"Cor really get out now--", you cut her off,

"No! This isn't good, Cortia? CORTIA??", you shouted for her but to no avail. There was no spur of raven hair visible at the centre of the lake, nothing. You barely heard how Rose and Jazz started panicking and shouting, attracting some students nearby. Your heart was thumping loudly, you could feel it. Something has happened to Cortia, and whatever it was, it wasn't good. You closed your eyes and focused on your magic, you'd temporarily remove all the water in the black lake and save her. To hell with everyone knowing about your power. You can always obliviate them.

Trying to focus desperately, you opened your eyes and tried to remove the water but your magic was not responding to your call. You tried again, concentrating harder but no, your magic was just as unresponsive. Fear and helplessness was engulfing you by the second until a loud splash distracted you. You looked over to the source of this distraction and saw a towel, Max's towel.

Quite indeed, it was Max who'd jumped into the freezing water and was already swimming towards the centre of the lake. He took a deep breath and went inside the water. It was a tense moment, no one knew what has happened to Cortia or what was going to happen once he found her. If he found her that is. You couldn't bear that thought and hoped and prayed for her.

God please!

The water at the center of the lake started to stir, and slowly, the head of Max emerged, his expression grave. "This is not good," you thought. The scene that unfolded before your eyes as Max rose from the water made your heart beat faster than ever. There were many sharp intakes of breath, and Rose was nearly whimpering at the sight. Jazz had her hands clutched over her heart, and you were simply shell-shocked. Max was carrying Cortia's unconscious body.

Her body didn't carry the damage that her feet did. There, all along the ankles to her toes, spores were pouring out blood in huge amounts. These holes were scattered, with no pattern in their placements. She was losing blood heavily. Both of her feet were completely drenched in blood. Further observations revealed she had some deep scratches too, along the sides of her hands and fingers. Her face was as pale as the full moon on a winter night. She looked tired. It might sound weird, but she did look tired, and it didn't seem like she was unconscious; she looked as if she was merely sleeping. Max's authoritative and heavy voice distracted you,

"MOVE ASIDE! MOVE!!", He shouted and you, Rose and Jazz helped to clear his path towards the infirmary. You three followed them close behind.

Madam Erin Harper sprinted towards Max upon first sight. She was an elderly mediwitch, plump and short in stature. In terms of personality, she was very similar to Madam Pomfrey-kind in demeanor, yet stern and strict.

"Oh dear! What has happened?" she asked, horrified, though that didn't show on her face; years of working with severely injured patients must have taught her to control such overwhelming emotions at first sight so as not to create more panic. And panicking won't help in this situation; she'd need a cool and calm mind to check and treat her patients.

"I-it was my fault, Madam Erin. Actually," Max was stuttering and couldn't speak properly, so you intervened,

"Actually, Madam Erin, it was an accident. We were just having a friendly match between us in the Black Lake, and when she didn't come up from under the water after we all had, without delaying any longer, Maxwell jumped in and rescued her in this condition," you supplied.

She looked hard at you and nodded briefly. Max put Cortia on one of the empty beds while Madam Erin fetched a hospital gown and some towels for her.

"Can I do something for your help Madam?", Max asked politely or atleast he tried to be polite in his nervous condition,

"No, you've done all you could now don't disturb me while I'm checking her", she stood beside the bed, pointed her wand towards Cortia and made complicated wand movements. She used three spells, one was a light green in colour -your heart jumped at the colour but then you reminded yourself it's the mediwitch-, the other two were a light red and a light blue in colour. She recorded her observations in a parchment and proceeded to close the curtains around her bed.

"Why are you drawing the curtains? She'll be okay right? Is this--",

"She needs to get changed into the hospital gown and discard her damp clothes", she answered Max's first question sternly and didn't say anything about the latter one.

"Yeah right", he whispered and you put a calming hand on his shoulder. Rose's face was red and her eyes were puffed out due to her silently crying. Jazz was with her.

After awhile, the mediwitch appeared from behind the curtains with her previous parchment of observations. Jazz asked at once,

"Is something serious madam?",

"Where do you say she's been rescued from?", Madam Erin ignored her question and proceeded with her duties at the moment.

"The black lake",

"Exactly where in the black lake?",

"At the centre and we suspect she must have gone deep under the water". At her response Madam Erin nodded to herself and replied,

"That explains her condition. She was attacked by a doornalie, I'm sure you all are quite familiar with plants of that kind. She's lucky Mr Wood rescued her before anything serious happened. She could have lost her life for your silly competitions! I'm going to have to talk with your Head of the Houses soon", she was right, all of you looked down ashamed of your unmindful actions and what it could have lead to.

"I am sorry Madam Erin", Max apologised and the others joined him. The first day of your school and you've already managed ruin your first impression. Though you did not explicitly do anything but you didn't stop them either. And stopping the future Dark Lord at this rate of your foolishness was absolutely impossible.

"As you very well should be!", She scolded and then continued in a formal tone,

" Fortunately, I happen to have the last vial of its healing potion, so she's ought to get well after one day. Though there's no sign of anything serious at the moment, it can be terribly painful to recover from the bite of a doornalie and so we'll keep her under observation for tonight. If everything is alright she'll be discharged by tomorrow morning. Right now she has been put under a mild sleeping charm to ease her recovery. You may visit during the visiting hours in the evening" She finished and went into her office.

You understood all that she said but were confused about that plant, whats a durnelee? You asked Jazz as soon as the Mediwitch was out of sight.

"What's a durnelee?",

She stared at you in bewilderment for a moment and then answered,

"It's doornalie, they are a kind of magical plant species that grows thorn in their defence if any human come near them. Their thorn are thick and sharp enough to take one's life. The more you try to release yourself from their clutches the more their thorns attack you. They multiply themselves as per their defence. They grow in colonies and are found deep under water. I wonder what made Cortia go that deep into the water though",

"Oh", The magical world is undoubtedly vast and its species, even more vaster . Cortia was recovering and her curtains were drawn to provide her some privacy and spare others from the terrible sight of her legs and hands. Max stood beside her bed along with you three. You heard a light,

"Get well soon love", from Max. You smiled. Finally these two would be getting together, atleast after what happened today. You glanced at the clock and gasped. It was only five minutes to 12 and you were to meet Riddle in the library for your assignment. Ughhhh! Well, then you probably shouldn't be late anymore than you already were.

"Guys, I'll be off now okay. Meet you in our next class",

"Yeah, assignment right?", Rose asked,

"Yeah", you nodded,

"Don't be late then otherwise the Head Boy would slice up your head and make spaghetti out of it", you chuckled inspite of yourself and what Max said didn't help much,

"Oh believe me, I've heard tales like it, so hurry up before you get served at the dinner!!",

"Yeah!", With that you left the hospital wing and heard a distinct 'save your head!' from the behind. You shook your head at Max's ability to lighten up the mood even in this situation and sprinted towards the library.

___

Ten minutes later found you standing at the entrance of the Hogwarts library. You silently thanked the gryffindor trio for giving you a tour of Hogwarts which also included the library. Despite having seen all these before you couldn't help but stare in awe at the wooden door of the library, its intricate carvings on wood and their striking details. There were four different types of designs on the door, each belonged to one of the founders of Hogwarts telling their own different story. You gently ran your fingers across the designs, feeling them, taking in their part of the story and feeling the four different tingling of magic protruding from them. It might seem unbelievable but isn't it always unbelievable with magic? Offcourse it is and this unbelievable factor makes us believe it even more and here lies its beauty.

You pushed open the doors to reveal the majestic library of Hogwarts. Taking your time, you let your senses wander through the space. Riddle can wait. Tall, arched windows line the walls, allowing sunlight to filter in and dance across the rows of towering bookshelves. The shelves themselves are made of rich, dark wood, filled to the brim with leather-bound tomes, ancient scrolls, and delicate manuscripts. There was a long desk with two long wooden seats on its either side, nestled between two consecutive shelves. You let your hands trace and brush the shelves and the books as you continued exploring the magic of the place and its art.

Talking of art, your focus shifted to the large shelves that almost touched the ceiling but didn't; curiously it ended where the actual ceiling of the magnificent library starts; a dome. You were now gazing at the huge dome ceiling made of white rocks and the art engraved on it seemed as if it were only carved yesterday. It spoke of a tale of its own. Each and every part of the magical castle had their own story of origin. You smiled contently.

The library was a world in itself. One can let their senses travel through the place, clear their mind and read or write in absolute tranquility. The place had a distinct smell of old parchments fused with new books and burning wood. As soon as one would enter the library they'd get engulfed by a warm and welcoming air, calming their nerves with immediate relaxation. The cloudy weather outside further gave all these a mysterious air.

Feeling content inside the library, you proceeded to find Riddle. You wanted to seat at one of the window seats doing your assignments, but nothing ever went with your wishes did it? And absolutely not whenever it concerned Riddle. That chameleon! You thought exasperatedly.

In between these huge shelves one would get easily lost if they didn't memorise each and every alley here in the library. You've searched the whole library by now but Mr-I-am-the-most-annoying-git-of-the- century was nowhere in sight. You thought of searching the restricted section and if he wasn't found there then you will wait here for awhile before actually leaving. As you were about to enter the restricted section a figure in the distance caught your sight but you couldn't clearly make out who it was as there was little to no light in that part. That was the part where the library accessible to everyone without requiring special permission, ended, and beyond the wooden partition was the restricted section. It was just a narrow alley between the last bookshelf and the wooden partition. As it was the end part, it didn't had any windows either from which light could come.

You slowly stepped towards the desk and the figure, only to find junior moldyshorts sitting at the desk completely absorbed in his assignment with one or two books by his side. You rolled your eyes at the so typical nature of him choosing the most dark and dead corner to finish an assignment. You were wrong when you thought he didn't notice you standing there and hovering over him as he stated in a matter-of-factly tone,

"Ten points from Slytherin for your blatant disregard of the Head Boy's instructions," he remarked without bothering to lift his gaze.

"Excuse me?", disbelief at his audacity was evident in your voice,
"Exactly how did I disregard your instructions?", you asked, your tone laced with incredulity,

In response, he simply looked up and raising a brow further asked,

"When did I ask you to meet me here for the assignment?",

"At 12",

"Precisely, and what time is it now?", He asked in a strict and formal tone,

"It's 12 : 15, and--", you were simply cut off again,

"Spare me the excuses", he then continued with his work. An idea struck you and you countered him,

"Doesn't it fall under the duty of the Head Boy to know the reason for one's disobedience?"

His quill stopped writing at your question, and he looked up, studying you. Then, in a mocking tone, he replied,
"Of course," continuing to stare at you with a falsely eager expression. You took it as a cue to reply.

"There was an accident-," you began, but he interrupted.

"Were you in mortal danger?"

"No, but-"

"Did you lose your way?"

"Not exac-"

"Well then, I don't see why you would be so late."

Fury boiled within you.

"And you never will, Riddle! You don't let me finish my sentences! How will you understand what problem I was in!? One of my friends was in danger, and I had to accompany her," your voice wasn't loud, but it carried weight. He indifferently stared at you with an expressionless face for some moments before responding,

"Ten points from Slytherin for disrespectful behavior towards the Head Boy and violating library rules," he declared, his expression colder than ever as he returned to his assignment.

You took deep breaths to calm yourself. Fighting with Riddle won't do. You need to be in a more composed state of mind while dealing with him; he can make anyone furious in an instant and take advantage of that anger. You couldn't understand why you acted that way; it must be the stress over Cortia and other pressing matters, you concluded. Anyway, you'll have to start on your assignment, which was going to be a difficult task considering Riddle as your partner. You sat down opposite Riddle and couldn't make out what he was currently working on. It's better to clarify with him about dividing the work than doing it all by yourself without any direction.

"You're already working on the assignment, I guess. What will I have to do?" You approached him politely, so as not to lose any more points for your house on the first day.

He didn't look up but replied,
"Dance."

"Okay, but... wait... what?"

He ignored your question, prompting you to retaliate with his own sarcasm.

He needed to be reminded that he was dealing with another Slytherin, not one of his followers.

" why don't you show me the moves?" Riddle immediately looked up and glared at you. You noticed his tightened jaw and a single nerve running from his cheekbones to his neck. Many girls might fall for it, but not you. You smirked at his inability to answer your retort, and suddenly felt the air around you getting hotter; it must be due to the dark and stuffy corner, you guessed.

After he was done glaring at you he went back to his work and a book came flying on your desk. It landed rather roughly, spraying a whiff of its dust to your nostrils. You fanned the air around your nose with your hand and started scanning through its pages. In its contents, you found two out of the five major human transfigurations. You were puzzled about which one you should start first and whether Riddle has already completed any of those. Then you thought, he was currently engrossed in a different book, writing something else. Perhaps, he hasn't done any of those two, otherwise he wouldn't have given you the book in the first place. Riddle was all but uncompromising about studies and assignment.

You started writing on the first Major human transfiguration. After one hour of hardwork and thorough research, you completed writing the basic theoretical part of the first major Transfiguration. You double checked your work and arranged them neatly.

As you finished today's portion of your work, your dopamine kicked in, flooding you with a sense of accomplishment and happiness. With a content sigh, you realized that now, being in the magical world for real, magic was not just confined to what was written in books or briefly shown in movies. The Harry Potter series is merely a fraction of the wizarding existence. There is so much more to this world; your assignment alone has shown you how little you knew. Every incantation has its origin, specific wand movements, and founders, among other complexities. You felt fortunate to have the chance to learn about this world, and before you leave, you'll make sure to absorb as much knowledge as you can.

Coming back to the present, you looked at Riddle, who was now packing all his belongings. Wandlessly, he sent the books he had been working with back to their respective shelves. In that small amount of time, you observed just how little Riddle possessed: just two quills that were weathered and aged, some spare parchments, and his books, which were old and tattered and not to mention, second hand. You felt bad for him at that moment and didn't want him to realise that you noticed his condition, hence you shifted your focus. It didn't escape you however, the way he put his quills into his pockets and didn't have a proper pouch for his stationery. If you were his friend and had he understood friendship, you would have given him a new one. Silently, he rolled his parchments, shrank them, and put them into his pockets. His parchments reminded you,

"Riddle, I think It'll be best if we divide the work between us. There are three primary major Transfiguration and two secondary ones. We both will do one primary and one secondary and we'll divide the last one into half. How does that sound?", And then you quickly added,

"Oh, and I've already started working on the primary one; only a little bit is left." You were hopeful that perhaps Riddle would at least find you useful. It might lead to civility between the two of you, and then you could actually try to become his friend, despite his unfriendliness. A rivalry is not advised in a mission of this nature, or so you thought.

"That won't be necessary," Riddle replied impassively, his hands now clasped behind his back. As he spoke, his gaze remained steady, revealing no hint of emotion.

"What do you mean by that?", furrowing your brows you asked, confused.

"I have already completed the first primary major Transfiguration", he stated nonchalantly,

"Why didn't you tell me? I would have started another one then!" You exclaimed, frustration evident in your tone.

"I might have, had you been more obedient. You didn't bother to ask me in the first place either." Riddle's interruption was firm, his expression unchanged as he met your gaze evenly.

"I did!! I did ask you what I will have to do! but yo-" Your attempt to defend yourself was cut short by Riddle,

"Did you ask after I provided the book?",
his tone was challenging as he raised an eyebrow in question.

"No, becaus-" You began to explain, but Riddle interrupted once more, his patience wearing thin,

"Because you assumed your part. Perhaps this will be a lesson for you to remember from the next time: to be cooperative, obedient, and respectful instead of being oversmart," he finished in a haughty tone, his words dripping with disdain as he delivered the final rebuke.

Injustice had been done to you. It was preposterous! Every fiber, every inch of your being wanted revenge from Tom Riddle in that moment, to unleash your magic and tear apart his entire assignment!

Cool down, take deep breaths...

You needed to hold your anger, not now, now is not the time. With deliberate composure, you asked him, "What then am I supposed to do with my writing?"

"Burn it into ashes for all I care. I'm not going to lose points for your pitiful attempt at the topic," he retorted coldly before striding towards the library door.

His words cut deep, igniting the flames of insult and anger within you. Yet, you knew that showing your emotions would only play into his hands, inviting further scorn and potential point deductions. You reminded yourself to deal with him in a cool state of mind. After a few more deep breaths, you grabbed your belongings and followed after him.

"Riddle!" Your call echoed through the library, disrupting the quiet concentration of some deeply engrossed readers but capturing the attention of its intended target. Marvolo was mere inches from the door when he halted, turning to face you with a frigid stare as a silent prompt. Having his attention, you began,

"Look, it'll be better if we clarify our roles in this assignment. It might not be important to you but it is to me. I don't want this fuss from the next time. So, there is a total of five transfigurations right? You'll continue with your primary ones and I'll do the secondary ones and finish off the assignment",

Riddle paused, seemingly calculating your suggestion. He clasped his hands behind his back, assuming his authoritative Head Boy demeanor,

"You focus on your work and ensure that it's completed on time", and with this cryptic response he left.

With a frustrated sigh you flopped down onto the nearest bench, trying to make sense of the absurdity of the situation. Riddle's vague reply offered no clarity, it only fueled your irritation further.

And here you were hoping for a civility.
...
Idiot

Shaking your head at the current situation, frustrated and amused at Riddle at the same time at his sense of empty superiority, you left the library in a thoughtful mood.

___

The rest of the day went well, but you still felt upset about Riddle's behavior. No wonder he wasn't popular amongst the other students. Sure, you expected that kind of treatment from him, but then again, actually experiencing how it feels when someone as emotionless as Riddle insults you is on another level.

It's your first day, and it was already so hectic. You barely noticed anyone on the way toward your dormitory after dinner, just some 'hi's' and 'hello's' here and there. Only Lorcan, you noticed, came to ask you about your day.

"It was good. Yeah, what about yours?" you asked.

"Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Well, except for a fight with the Gryffindors," Lorcan replied.

"Oh, right. Well, you look tired. You should probably take some rest," you suggested.

"Says the one who looks like a corpse, huh?" Lorcan chuckled.

You chuckled in return. "Yeah, right. I'll be off now." You ascended the stairs and heard a 'good night' from behind.

"Yeah, night!" you shouted back.

Back in your dormitory, you freshened yourself, and without even glancing at anyone inside your dorm, you let your wearied body fall onto the soft, warm bed. You relaxed the instant your body touched the bed. It was drizzling outside, and the open window near your bed let cool air into the dormitory. You sighed contentedly.

"How was your day?" Evie asked, sitting beside you.

"Good," you replied, though you didn't quite believe it yourself. Evie seemed to have caught that.

"Of course it wasn't. Tell me, Tom?" she inquired.

"Hmph, but how did you know?" you asked in surprise.

"I know you are paired off with Tom, and you were not quite happy about it," Evie explained.

"News flies..." you remarked, and she chuckled.

"Yeah, it does. Anyways, did you hear about today's fight?" she changed the subject.

"What fight? Oh! With the Gryffindors?" you remembered.

"Yeah, and both of these houses have decided to keep a practice session match on the weekend," Evie informed you.

"Oh? Not a tournament? Just a friendly match?" you asked.

She chuckled and corrected you, "It's never really a 'friendly match' between these rival houses. The difference is just that there won't be any points or any professors."

"Oh," you yawned, concluding that your brain's quota of work was done for the day. It needed rest.

"Evie, I'm feeling tired. I think I'll call it a night. Do you mind?" you asked, yawning again, resulting in water clogging in your eye. Your blurred vision made out the smile that Evie provided you.

"Yeah, sure, no problem. Good night, [.........]," she replied, heading to the washroom. Three girls were gossiping on the last bed, and one was sleeping. Without any more delay, you laid down on your bed and slowly drifted off to sleep. Sleep came faster with the sound of the heavy droplets on the window panes. It was pouring now.

Chapter Text

The second week of September -as you were already one week late to the Wizarding world- was more or less productive for you, what with all the new classes, professors, assignments and preparation for the N.E.W.Ts. Apart from the productive activities, nothing much took place in this week except for the two love birds finally getting together, after that lake accident. You found out about this development in the next morning after the day of the accident, when you witnessed a blushing Cortia resting her head on Max's shoulder in the hospital wing, not to mention he was red as a tomato. You didn't interrupt them and went back to your classes.

After your first two days in Hogwarts, you have sort of fell into a routine; you usually have your breakfast with the gryffindors -Jazz, Rose, Cortia and Max, lunch has no such pattern, for everyone randomly sits and has lunch as fast as they can: not wanting to get late for their next class and dinner with the Slytherins.

Completing your breakfast you would attend your classes, and then after your lunch at noon, you would go to the library to complete your daily assignments and assignments for the N.E.W.T.s. You do not sit with Riddle doing your transfiguration assignment -or any other assignment for that matter- anymore, unless it's absolutely necessary; if you needed to ask him a question or two concerning the assignment. Riddle was cold as ever but one cannot deny his vast knowledge on magic, both in practical and in theory.

And there's always something to learn from everybody.

Throughout this week, you'd sit at your favourite place in the library doing the work all by yourself.

You didn't see much of Riddle in the week either - except during the classes - let alone sitting and working with him. He must be attending to his immortality duties. Anyways, after your study hours in library you'd explore the castle with the gryffindor trio and Max accompanied sometimes. After you are done with your explorations, you'd spend the rest of your time in your dormitory with Evie. The other Slytherin girls in your year didn't have any interest on you. They were a separate group all by themselves and genuinely seemed not to care about the new student, precisely you, and another student they don't let in their group, Evie. Well, you couldn't care less for them not caring.

And just like that the first week of you in this timeline went away and you didn't even realise that it was already the weekend and you were sitting high up in the stands on the Quidditch field waiting for the commencement of the 'not so friendly match' between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins.

Initially, it had been decided that the match would be played in the morning but it had to be postponed due to unexpected pouring throughout the day. Hence, the match was taking place in the evening, with special permission from their respective Heads Of Houses.

The night sky was clear and starry after the heavy rain. The quidditch stadium illuminated magically, looked like a giant firework under the dark sky.



The place Rose had chosen to sit with you and the other two was not quite crowded, rather it was almost vacant except for one or two students here and there. She decided it would be best not to take any house's side as you were from slytherin and they were from gryffindor, hence her choice of sitting at a place that cheered for both the houses.

Leaving out your stand, all the Slytherin supporters were sitting on the right side of the stadium and the gryffindors on the left. You were seated at a place where a handful of both the houses were present. The combined noises of chattering, laughing, gossiping and giggling erupted from the stadium but it soon changed to loud cheering, shouting and supporting their respective teams, as soon as the match commenced. You too stood up with your friends watching all the players take their positions up in the air, which was even higher than where you were sitting. Amidst all these, the wink that Max threw at Cortia making her blush, didn't escape your notice and you smirked.

The match started right away after the Head Girl, Matilda Brown let out the four balls.

She had been given the duty to watch over the whole match and take necessary steps should any issue arise. Then there were the house prefects who were supposed to escort all the students back to the castle after the match and make sure no one lingered behind.

At first the Gryffindors were in lead by 30 points and then the slytherins took control, making the scores same. It was a very intense match, no one giving a single chance to score points. Though you were enjoying the game, you couldn't make out the players clearly, much less the bludgers or the quaffle. The game was being played at a very fast pace; players were zooming in and out of view, so much so that it almost looked blurry infront of your eyes. Quidditch was nothing like football or other muggle games, it was different, very different.

Halfway through the game, Rose pulled something out from her satchel and with the help of her wand expanded whatever it was. Your jaw dropped as your eyes took in all the food she had been carrying. You gave her a -seriously?- look to which Rose simply shrugged.

"Dig in before the prefects find out!", She almost had to yell amidst the loud cheering crowd. You helped yourself to your favourite dish amongst her tray of foods.

- the period of eating and gossiping goes on-

All of you went back to watching the game after literally completing the dinner. The score board at present, surprised you, the slytherins were in lead now almost dominating the play. They were scoring points after points, clearly in an attacking mood. The snitch hasn't been caught yet. Both the seekers were swooping around in the air in search of the tiny golden ball.

The gryffindors came back in full form not long after and war was on. The match was getting exciting by the second and you were focused on the seekers when you heard a gasp. The gasp was clearly audible in the middle of this loud crowd as the owner of the exclamation was Cortia, who was now standing with her focus high up in the air at a distance with one hand on her mouth and the other grasping the rail so tightly that it made her knuckles go white. The pure horror in her eyes told you it was something concerning.

You looked over to the direction where she was looking at and found a bleeding Max struggling on his broomstick. Blood trickled down the right side of his face. Must have gotten hit by a bludger, you thought. But the wound- as much as you can see- didn't seem to be made with a normal bludger. Max was very high up in the air and clearly unbalanced, however, no one seemed to have noticed it as the game never paused, neither did the excitement. And then everything happened so fast that you didn't had any time to think and act. Max was losing balance and consciousness fast. Cortia's shouts weren't answered by anyone except you when Max started to fall. You acted without panicking. Lifting your right arm just enough to point at Max and not get noticed, you focused on your magic. After it responded to your call, you directed your magic towards Max and his broomstick. Controlling your magic, you balanced Max on his broomstick at the precise moment when he was about to fall down and reduced his pain to the limit where he won't lose consciousness and regain enough energy to fall effortlessly from that height and have enough time to be taken to the hospital wing. To others it'd simply look like a bludger went past Max roughly and managed to scratch the side of his head as a result he lost balance falling from the sky, but his smooth fall would ensure everyone that he's casted upon himself aresto momentum. No one would spot the difference you made. The bruises and blood would look the same but wouldn't be that painful. Atleast for some time.

Done with your work you looked around casually to make sure you weren't noticed by anyone and the results pleased you. Everyone had been focused on Max -at some point they must have noticed something wrong with him-, when you did it, not even Cortia, Rose or Jazz noticed it. Subtlety is required when you are working with such powers. Though Cortia was staring at you strangely, you could tell she was distracted by something else. Her focus was into the distance as if you were transparent and she was staring right through you.

"Is there something on my face?", You asked Cortia interrupting her chain of thoughts.

"Huh?", This time she was focused on you and you got your answer; earlier she really was thinking about something else and not your magic.

"Never mind", you shrugged and went back to watching the match.

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The match ended with Slytherins scoring a hundred and fifty points by catching the snitch and winning the game.



It was almost dinner when the match ended. Not that you needed to have any dinner after continuously eating throughout the match. After much cheering and jeering on the Slytherins part and grunting, groaning, glaring on the gryffindors part,the stadium started filling out. Prefects of both the houses were escorting the students into the castle, ensuring no one was lingering behind. All the students were required to maintain a proper line untill they entered the castle.

Once inside , everyone moved out of the line with their own group of friends. The corridor leading to the Great Hall was clustering with students, it seemed nearly everyone was starving. You too were heading that way with the other three.

Jazz decided to make a detour from the Great Hall to the common rooms, which will also earn you some more time to gossip. Jazz was all about gossip, Rose about hearing them with apt attention, Cortia sometimes getting bored out of her mind and thinking how on Earth did she end up with these two and you about enjoying all of it.

"Guys, I'll catch up with you later okay? I've got work to do and it's urgent", you heard Cortia say almost halfway through your journey to the Great Hall, and saw her splitting ways into the direction that lead to the gryffindor common room. It was a shortcut that she took. You three simply chuckled after she left. Well, Cortia was not that efficient in hiding her worry about Max. These two might have come closer to each other after that incident but Cortia still refused to admit she had anything with him. She'd change the topic, go all silent, say "it's nothing, we've just become civil to each other that's all" or even blush sometimes at the mention of their -not-so-private-relation. You could literally see them holding hands or stare at each other lovingly and still hear her say it's nothing. Cortia was Cortia afterall. She liked privacy. It might be known to all but she'd still be private about it and not speak much of it. It was not like she was betraying Max, she was just reserved about it. Peoples have different ways of showing love. You can hear all about them from Max but she'd still not say anything at all. Such was Cortia. Hence, you didn't have any problem Comprehending her reason of urgent work as worrying about Max after that incident.

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"I think I'm gonna go and have dinner. What about you?", Rose asked as soon as the three of you reached the entrance of the Great Hall. How could she feel hungry after having had so much back in the match was beyond you. Jazz voiced your thought soon after,

"Don't tell me you are hungry! After__", she couldn't finish as Rose interrupted,

"When I say I'm hungry I mean I'm hungry that's it. What about you?", She asked folding her hands.

"Well, I think I'll just go back to the common room then. Besides, I want to help Cor on her urgent work", Jazz winked and you chortled. After her answer Rose looked at you,

"And you?",

"Oh! I'll just take a detour to my common room",

"See you guys tomorrow then", Rose said and you three parted your ways. Jazz took the way to the gryffindor common room while you turned left at the end of the corridor. It was still long before curfew. You thought of exploring a bit before going back to your common room. There was so much in Hogwarts to explore, the castle seemed to grow new halls and corridors every other day. It was still somewhat new to you, you were still not much familiar with its halls and corridors. Though all these puzzled you, you liked to explore every bit of Hogwarts while you are here.

Meandering around, you arrived at a quite familiar place.

A corridor; dark, deserted and almost destroyed. A place where you've got lost in, back on your first day. It looked creepier during the night, it was completely dark except for the entrance which was barely illuminated by the light coming from the brighter side of the castle. You lit up your wand and moved ahead into the dark corridor. The rough uneven floor crackled beneath your feet. It was so dark that only a small part of the floor ahead of you was visible under the wandlight. The corridor still had the eerie air to it which again sent a shiver down your spine and it was strangely silent as if it didn't let in the sound from the busier part of the castle. You reached the end of the corridor when your wand instead of showing the floor ahead of you, showed a wall. You looked around with the help of your wandlight, as much as the light would allow you to. The ravenclaw Alfred who rescued you the other day said the right end of the corridor was supposed to lead to the basement of the HogsHead but didn't say anything about the left end. Nevertheless, both the ends looked equally dark and curious.

Why was this corridor out of bounds? Is it just because of the passage that lead to HogsHead or because of something else? Where will the left turn lead you to? Why is this Corridor not used altogether?

Many questions swarmed inside your head and the more you thought, the more anxious you got to find out about the corridor. You wanted to take the left turn but would it mean endangering your life? The unknown can be deadly, you thought, while pondering about whether to take the risk or leave the corridor. And then another part of you said,

Aren't you already jeopardizing your life by taking on this impossible mission? What can be more deadly than stopping the most powerful Dark Lord of the century where the Great Wizard Dumbledore couldn't stop him?

You finally decided to risk a chance, besides, you had your magical powers that could save you from most harm. Sure you didn't know its extent but you could tell it must be powerful if it was meant to defeat the Dark Lord.

Without anymore hesitation you took the left end of the corridor.

At first the passage was broad just like the other passages but soon it started to get narrower and narrower to the point where both the walls on either side almost touched your shoulders. The passage had a low temperature inside it, even the wand in your hand was cold as ice. The passage was just as dark as the corridor outside, only narrower. You only hoped it didn't get any narrower or else you'd have to walk sideways and that would not be a comfortable journey, well this isn't comfortable either, another part of you said and you simply huffed.

After walking in a straight path for ten minutes you finally reached a point where the passage took a sharp left turn. The turn revealed the other end of the passage at a distance. It had the same arch shaped opening as its entrance, only this was narrower. A faint flickering golden light was coming in from this end and nothing could be seen except for a part of the wall - or was it?- on the opposite side of the opening. Slowly and silently you approached the end making sure you were completely hidden in the shadows and hoping you were not invading someone's personal space.

You examined the place as much as your current position hidden in the shadows would allow you to. Absolutely no sound was coming from the room on the other side. Though you couldn't see anyone in there after peeking through the opening, you knew it wasn't as empty as it seemed. Finally, you stepped out of the shadows and into the room and looked around. The wall infront of you had shelves lined with books. On your right stood a giant fireplace which let in the light into the passage. The wall was almost covered with the fireplace except for the corners where stood the corner shelves carrying more books. The ceiling you noticed held an eye capturing chandelier, it was small yet it dominated the entire ceiling with its beauty.

Before you could turn to the left and see what was in there, something in you urged you to turn around and for once check the passage you just came in through. Hence, you turned around, and the sight that behold you left you wide eyed and shocked to your core.

There stood a wall, a normal ancient looking stone wall with a desk placed in the middle and two book shelves on its either side. There was no sign of any passage or opening whatsoever. There was no cracks on the wall, absolutely nothing that could indicate there had been an opening on that very wall.

This must be an illusion, you thought, like the barrier in the King's Cross Station that leads to the 9¾ platform. But then again you never had to get through that barrier in order to reach the platform, you arrived there by a portkey. You were not a witch from birth and you didn't know whether these barriers would let people like you in. Anyways, you had to make sure it was just an illusion and nothing else. You ran both of your hands through the wall and tapped on it but to no avail. It was just as solid as it looked. You can't even run into it due to the desk in the middle and the two shelves on either side that popped out of nowhere. And you didn't want to run into it unknowingly lest you hurt yourself.

You were still examining the place when you felt a presence behind you and you had a feeling this was not someone you'd love to see.

"how did you get inside?", The voice behind you hissed in a blood chilling tone.

Shit. You thought and turned around. A very suspicious Tom Riddle was standing infront of you with his hands at the back. You looked into his eyes that were flashing crimson every now and then. The fact that you didn't shift in your position while standing under his cold gaze seemed to unnerve him further.

The worst that could happen is that he might cast the killing curse on you. You thought and smirked internally despite this situation. You didn't fear him, atleast not when you were equipped with powers that were gifted to you specifically to stop this creature infront of you. And even if you didn't posses this power you'd never stoop so low as Pettigrew just to survive. You'd rather use your brain and make a way out of the situation.

With the same level of confidence and authority that he possessed you took your hands at the back and looked him in the eye, standing straight and not faltering under his deadly stare. Though you could have continued this competition of glaring with him, you knew it'd be more wise of you to get out of this situation as quickly as possible.

"With the help of my legs offcourse", you answered his previous question mockingly, which Riddle took no notice of and charged you instantly with legilimens. He clenched his jaws as you blocked him out of your mind swiftly.

Out of the corner of your eyes you noticed his minions filling in the place where you two were. They were coming from the left side and now that you've finally got to see the left side of the room, you saw the place you were currently standing in, was just an extended part of a bigger room on the left side. It was just a small study area where you've entered into through that-now-dissolved-into-the-wall-passage and it took you absolutely no time to conclude you were in the Room Of Requirement.

Out of every worst possible situations, you had to enter the ROR, that too at the time when Riddle was with his minions. Brilliant! you thought and scoffed lightly. Lestrange's exclamation took you out of your thoughts though.

"My lo__ what's this Mudblood doing here?", He demanded but one cold look from Riddle stopped him from being any more demanding.

"How did she get in here?", asked another raven haired, most probably a Black.

"She won't tell", Riddle smoothly answered. He was still facing you while answering them. You noticed the others were standing behind him at a considerable distance.

"What to do with her now my lord?", Another boy with brown shoulder length hair spoke. Observing a curious pattern in his gang, a thought came into your mind and you had a hard time controlling your laughter.

Bald Voldy's got a knack for gaining followers who mostly had long hairs.

You dismissed the thought as Riddle spoke again.

"You tell me my faithful friends what is to be done with her", he spat the last word. This gave rise to an excited murmur of voices amongst the others. He was still facing you, smirking and waiting for their suggestions. You very well knew, Riddle would only do what he had in his mind, not caring at all about their suggestions. He simply manipulated them into thinking that their suggestions or opinions mattered. And as dim witted as they were, one by one they started suggesting ways of tormenting and torturing you.

"Let's show her where she belongs!",one of them shouted.

"My Lord, let's play with her and then obliviate the Mudblood!", Lestrange suggested.

"Let's kill the Mudblood!", One said,

"No, let's show the Mudblood what happens when they desire to take the place where the purebloods belong. Torture her until she begs for death", another suggested and it went on.

Throughout this chatter of suggestions, Riddle was simply smirking at you. Only Malfoy's suggestion seemed to have made Riddle lose his smirk even if by just an inch.

"With all due respect my lord, I'd suggest to release her with a memory charm.". After Malfoy's reply Riddle lifted his hand putting a stop to all these useless banter. The room went pin drop silence in an instant and Riddle spoke in his cold voice, rather it was voldemort who was speaking and in control now.

"I can understand some of your desires to have a chance at her. But would it do for us purebloods to filthy ourselves just for the sake of torturing a Mudblood?", Riddle has now turned towards them. And the way they were looking up at him clearly showed why they could be easily manipulated. The minions were holding on to each word Riddle was saying.

"Sure, Mudblooods don't deserve to live amongst us but we cannot just run around killing Mudblooods now, without proper authority, organization and allies, can we?

"We are a small organization and we wish to extend it and work for the rights of the purebloods. We cannot take any decision that might jeopardize the existence of our organization. Hence, killing is not an option either". You observed how Riddle used 'we' instead of 'I' while taking to them and how these friends of his were nodding fervently in his favour. Some even getting wooed by his persona. You rolled your eyes at this absolute bullshit.

Riddle continued after he'd made sure everyone took in what he just said.

"We shall kill Mudblooods only infront of other Mudblooods to remind them of their place and worth". He then turned towards you, still with his hands at the back.

"We shall let her live, for now", he looked hard at you and said,

"However we cannot take the risk of releasing her with such information now can we?", Before you could process what he meant or was going to do, everything happened in flash

"Lethereis Manesco",

Riddle casted and purple beam of light hurled towards you. It was directed towards your head you could tell from its direction of flowing. You shut your eyes at the blinding flash of purple light that advanced on you and then it was gone. You didn't feel anything, no pain nothing except for a warm glow that spread throughout your body. At that moment, when the spell hit you, you didn't know how to react or what the spell was supposed to do so you acted on what first came into your mind. Without opening your already shut eyes, you fainted. You just dropped to the cold floor limply in an imitation of losing consciousness.

You felt the extreme cold stone floor hit the bare parts of your body in touch with it. The absolute coldness made you shudder and create goosebumps while you tried your best to appear unconscious. Not long after you dropped to the floor, did you heard voices.

"My lord that...that shouldn't have happened. The spell shouldn't...", Someone was saying in a trembling voice that was interrupted by Riddle's cold one.

"I know the consequences of my spells McNair. You need not remind me of my abilities", the room went deadly silent again. You used your hearing senses to the best of its ability but couldn't hear the light tapping sounds of footsteps. Everyone therefore were standing in their positions and weren't moving. Riddle's voice broke the silence again,

"The Mudblood won't be our concern. I shall make sure of it and Lestrange",

Four or five taps of footsteps coming near could be heard, after he called for Lestrange.

"Yes my lord?",

"Crucio!",

A loud thud and then screeching sounds started coming from nearby. Your heart sped up and you tried your best not to shudder, the screeching sound was intolerable. Riddle spoke again after casting the spell,

"That for the disregard of my orders. And McNoir?", Two more footsteps, these were uncertain and didn't hold the confidence that Lestrange's footsteps held.

"Ye- yes m-my lord?",

"Crucio!" Another thud and another loud painful scream that stopped abruptly. Probably Riddle have casted the silencing charm over this two. Well, not to sound rude but that relieved you.

"That for questioning my abilities", he stated.
"That's all for today. Dismissed". There was an arousal of hurried tapping and rustling of footsteps which faded away one by one.

Silence prevailed once again after everyone left. You had a feeling that Riddle had stayed back and will soon do or say something. You didn't want to get panic-stricken by thinking of what Riddle was capable of doing if he wanted to torment someone so you diverted your focus to your magic which can possibly save you should something happen and hence you waited for that moment to arrive. That moment however, never arrived. What came instead was something you never expected and would always stay a mystery to you till the end of the time, as to how could it happen.

You felt two strong arms picking you up. This very moment took you off guard and you had a hard time staying limp in their arms. The hold was strong you felt, yet somewhat gentle, nothing that would leave bruises. Your mind stopped working with all that was happening. Who was it carrying you? Though you knew the answer, you couldn't believe it. You smelled in the fresh minty aroma that was coming from him, the smell seemed to mess you up even more in your already messed up state. Your head was probably placed on the person's chest, close to their heart as you could hear the faint thumping of the heart against his chest. Then you felt a light tingling around your body, the one you usually felt around Hogwarts just in a slight greater degree.

Riddle started moving after you felt the tingling of magic. You didn't even bother to think about what the magic would do or have already done. You just wanted to sleep safely in your bed and stop the rate of your beating heart.

Riddle's movement was just as smooth and sleek. You wondered how careful he was with his movements as you didn't hear a single footstep back in the ROR when he approached you and then picked you up.

Where was he taking me? To the hospital wing? Or somewhere else?

You thought worriedly. Hospital wing was the expected place if he haven't already thought of taking you to somewhere else. You hoped he didn't sense your fast heartbeats while you stayed limp in his arms. For now you simply waited for something to happen.

Riddle didn't stop once in his tread, not even when your dangling feet hit a corner of a wall painfully. You had to grit your teeth so as not to cry out in pain, a bruise must have formed on your ankles. He was just as inhuman as ever, he didn't bother if your dangling feet or hands hit any object on the way and continued his journey like nothing happened.

Didn't anyone see Riddle carrying you like this through the halls? A question formed in your mind but you answered it just as quickly. Riddle wasn't a fool to be seen carrying a student - a muggleborn at that- through the halls and corridors. He must have put some charm or something before he departed the ROR. And now you get it, that familiar tingling of magic from earlier was nothing other than Riddle's charm. Your thoughts got interrupted as Riddle suddenly seemed to be jumping up and down, not literally but the movement one usually makes while ascending stairs. His movements were still silent and effortless but you could make it out this time due to the sudden change in his rhythmic movement.

Riddle's earlier smooth treading came back which meant he was done with ascending the stairs. You suddenly felt yourself getting down from his arms and something soft and warm hit your back. A bed? But why would he? , You didn't complete the thought as you sharply noticed the light that was coming in through your closed lids earlier stopped coming that means you are in a dark room. You slowly and carefully lifted your lids, enough to throw a glance at the surroundings, and surprisingly found yourself on your bed in the Slytherin dormitory.

You fully opened your eyes and looked around your dormitory; everyone was asleep and Riddle was nowhere to be found inside the dorm. The lights were out and the door closed.

Pulling the blanket over your cold body you sighed a breath of relief. After all that happened today you've got many things to find out, some questions just didn't leave your mind.

Why did Riddle brought you back to your dormitory when he could have done something worse?

What was that spell and what was it supposed to do?

The out of bounds corridor leads to the Room Of Requirement through a back door of kind which disappears after one gets through. But why?

You'll find all these answers but for now you'll sleep, just sleep, after such events. You breathed in the familiar and warm air of your dormitory and closed your eyes. Sleep didn't come any later to you and you drifted into the peaceful darkness, leaving all your worries aside for now.

Chapter Text

"Found it!", you exclaimed in a whisper as you ran your finger over the word you've been searching for, since the last two hours.

' Lethereis Manesco', it read.

'A spell that has the ability to erase a part of the victim's memory permanently. Unlike obliviate, the erased memory can not be restored. The spell stretches other memories of the victim to fill in the void part of the erased memory. The process of erasing and filling in the void place can be terribly painful and might put the victim in a coma.

In Early times, this spell was used during the wizarding wars, on spies who failed to stay hidden and were discovered by the rival party. The spell erased the part of their memory that contained confidential information. Many deaths were recorded at that time due to frequent use of this spell. It was put into the category of dark spells and made illegal after....".

You didn't read any further as you achieved your desired information. With a sigh you closed the bulky book and piled it on top of all the other books that you've taken from the restricted section of the Hogwarts Library.

You were quite wrong when you thought sleep would've come easier to you after yesterday's incident. The questions in your head seemed to multiply itself by every hour of the night, resulting in your constant tossing and turning on your bed. Drenched in sweat and breathing heavily you decided to acquire a solution to this problem. And only when you get your answers will you be able to take the next step for your mission.

Therefore the Restricted section of the Hogwarts Library found you at 3 in the morning, searching through all of its shelves for your answers. Your magic helped you a great lot while on this little mission. You wouldn't have been able to sneak into the library completely unseen and unheard had not your magic let you stay invisible and silent all throughout. And no creek of the huge wooden door of Hogwarts Library was heard during your invasion as you never required to open the door. It was your magic that let you in through a hole that was made at its centre wide enough for you to pass through it. The hole vanished as soon as you entered the library and the door looked just as it did before, un-holed.

After you were done creeping into the library at such an hour, you concerned yourself with the next task. Finding the source from which, most probably, the spell that Riddle cast, had been taken. A few things were quite clear; firstly, it wasn't some spell that one learnt at Hogwarts and secondly it was a Dark Spell. Tom Riddle used nothing if not a cluster of Dark Spells. You begun your research through the restricted section, chances were you'd either find it in here or nowhere. God knew what were Riddle's sources of learning such dark magic. Neither was anything of the sort mentioned in detail in the HP books, only that Riddle could create spells and had a vast knowledge on Dark Arts.

And just as you thought, after researching through a dozen books you finally found the one book named, 'Illegal Spells of the 17th Century volume 4", that contained the information about the spell Riddle used. After reading through the required portion and gaining the knowledge of how deadly the spell was, you shuddered. Riddle could use such a spell on a random student and walk around like nothing happened. He's for sure a psychopath, and the more time you spent here with Riddle around, the more you understood how much of a merciless creature he was. Voldemort has already taken over him, and how you'll accomplish this mission slowly understanding how very life threatening that multi faced bastard can be, is beyond you.

Huffing lightly, you got up and returned the books to their shelves.

It was currently 5 in the morning and looking around you found the library illuminated faintly by the first light of the day. It was pitch black when you had arrived and now you could clearly see a faded sapphire sky from one of the huge windows.

You pushed open one of its panes and let the cool morning air in. You breathed in the refreshing air allowing yourself a moment of contentment. The chirping of birds nearby announced the start of the day and ever so slowly did you notice the sky getting brighter every minute with the rising of the sun.

Another day gone, with no progress on my mission whatsoever.

You shook your head and closed the pane. You really wanted to get serious with this mission now. It has been almost two weeks since you have arrived and now you felt you really should start planning ahead.

From today onwards.

You resolved. It was only a quarter past 5 now and curfew breaks at 6, so you'll leave some ten minutes after the curfew breaks. You'll still have to be very careful about returning to your dormitory though. The risk of running into Riddle can't be taken and after what happened yesterday, it'd be better if you just avoid him for somedays.

For now you thought it'd be fun trying out some spells with your wand. Besides you needed to gain control over your powers and practice them. It might seem easy while reading about these in the books but casting the spells right when your opponent is attacking you, can be quite a task.

Pointing your wand at a random book you whispered,

Wingardiam Laviosa!

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You left the library at quarter past six and took a detour to your common room, firstly because you didn't want to encounter Riddle on your way and secondly to gain enough time to not raise suspicion about you being out of your house common room during curfew. And there was little to no possibility for both these events to take place as Riddle being the Head Boy would be attending to his duties right after the curfew ends and won't bother patrolling the corridors and halls, much less the narrow passageways of the giant castle. Had you left right when curfew ended or before that, there could have been the possibility of getting caught by him or other prefects patrolling the corridors and surely enough you wouldn't have been able to escape. To be in the library or around it at six surely meant you were out of your common room before curfew broke. This was the reason why you left the library after six and so far it has been your perfect plan.

You prided yourself on your ability to think things over and take the best course of action at a point of time. And with all that success on gaining the answers to your doubts and making a plan where you won't get caught made you more confident. Hence, with head held high and a now dominating posture you continued your way back to the common room.

The last turn of the passage way lead you to a quite familiar corridor heading down to the dungeons. Once again you let yourself get lost exploring the high ancient walls, ceilings and the carvings of the saintly castle. A castle whose every part had its own tinge of magic which you'll never get used to. Not much light travelled into the dungeons but it was perfect that way, had more light travelled in it'd have been unfitting to the air of the dungeons. The floor of the corridor was lit up by the light that made its way through the huge archways on the left side and the light mist of the early morning that visibly travelled with the daylight alongside the cool air put the dungeons into a state of tranquility and calmness.

While taking a detour to the Slytherin common room, -certain that Riddle would be attending to his duties and you won't be encountering him on your way- you forgot to consider the fact that it's not always necessary for Riddle to be outside the common room to attend to his duties or having any duties at this time at all. And you were going to pay for the lack of consideration on this fact.

There were a few students loitering around in the dungeons. You passed a couple sitting together holding hands on the lower ledge of one of the archways. Teenage love was inevitable wherever you go, you thought chuckling. But it is still much better than a teenager seeking darkness. Next up you passed a hungry looking Lestrange and black, who'd stopped noticing you coming down the hall. They were glaring at you as if a competition was going on. Not that it mattered to you in the least. After what they said and suggested yesterday, it was their sheer luck that you had a mission here otherwise they wouldn't have been able to glare at you with those eyes. Not that you could have guaranteed their eyesight, let alone glaring. You passed them with a cold look.

"Hey!", A familiar voice called out and it'd be wise to say this familiar voice lightened up your mood after passing those two good-for-nothing-idiots.

"Heya! Morning Jordan", you greeted him. He was just coming out of the common room but he stopped noticing you.

"Morning, aren't you coming to the breakfast?", He asked after observing your informal wear.

"Yeah, just in a bit", you smiled at him.

"Right then see you later", smiling he left with two other boys who just emerged from the common room.

You turned your head to watch him leave the dungeons and just before taking the corner he too turned his head and gave you a little smile. These were the memories that you'll cherish all throughout your life even after leaving the wizarding world.

"Leaving the wizarding world, right", you sighed and turned around only to come face to face with the person you've dreaded meeting this morning.

"(____)", the cold voice spoke. He stood there with his hands at the back, cool and composed looking down at you. His hair was nicely done, only the frontal locks fell over his forehead. You could smell the familiar minty flavoured cologne and the aroma of the freshly ironed uniform. It was almost too perfect to be true, such a fitting personality that one could only call him a nightmare dressed in a daydream.

Pushing aside these thoughts for now you responded to his call wishing to escape somehow.

"Morning to you too Riddle..",

you observed the way his facial expressions flickered even if just for a second hearing his surname. You continued acting oblivious to the change,

"....you wouldn't mind would you? If I talk to you later sometime today?",

You politely let him know you are busy and knowing Riddle's ego he would never even talk to you after your clear rejection as you'd call it, let alone sometime later today. But little did you know, Riddle wasn't the one for all these emotions, he believed himself to be above all these and quite literally he gave far more importance to his rise to power than dwindling about some pity little rejections by some filthy Mudbloood. They can pay for it once he's risen to power. Therefore, discarding your polite rejection completely he went ahead as per his requirement.

"I was wondering if you've come across professor Slughorn on your way back?",

Though you made it clear that you didn't want to talk to him now, you didn't know what kept you rooted to your spot. Was it his confident posture? You didn't know and it was then that the last part of his question hit you. What did he mean by "on your way back"? Did he...? No! He doesn't. He simply phrased the question in an accusing way. He's a manipulator of words, hence giving in to his wording would only mean stupidity. And from when did Riddle start asking students around if they've seen a certain professor? He'd very well do it himself, as he usually does. It seemed strange, when is it not strange with Riddle?

Afterall Riddle is a Riddle himself.

"I'm afraid not", you replied and Riddle ever so slightly inclined his head in what seemed like disappointment. What was all these with Slughorn? You didn't know and before you could think more on it he interrupted your thoughts.

"Very well. I hope you'll be coming to the library after classes?", He asked and this felt way stranger than before. Why would you be coming to the library?

"For what?", You blurted out without thinking. In response he simply raised his eyebrows in a subtle manner as if silently asking seriously? and then it hit you, The transfiguration assignment! You can be so dumb at times. You face palmed yourself mentally.

"Uh yes o-of course", you nearly stuttered, a bit mortified now.
Though Riddle's facial expression didn't change, you knew he took pleasure in your mortification.

"Good", and then Riddle was gone, he didn't even wait for a reply, simply strode off leaving you completely baffled. You shook your head and stopped dwelling on this confusing interaction with Riddle. It won't do to get out of focus due to all these little distractions.

Entering the common room you found Evie sitting on an arm chair by the window. It was rather empty around that corner, the other window seats were somewhat full, taken by some slytherins, and the centre table and the couches surrounding it were dominated by the Parkinson's group.

You walked up to Evie. She was currently reading a book. You tapped lightly on her shoulder and she looked up. Her face brightened up at your sight. She quickly discarded her book and stood up,

"Where have you been? Didn't see you when I woke up",

"Just wanted to see the sun rise from the astronomy tower", you replied. You had the excuse ready beforehand.

She rolled her eyes and pointed her forefinger towards you,
"This time I'm forgiving you, but the next time you sneak out without me, I'll show you a glimpse of what I call torture. Got it?", She threatened in a playful way,

"Yes your majesty", you bowed and she chuckled.

"Lets get to breakfast", she suggested,

"Yeah I'll be down here in a moment", with that you sprinted to your dormitory to change into the uniform and get freshed. You could hear Evie's 'okay but we do not have the whole day' as you ascended the stairs.

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You had your first Care of Magical Creatures class today. This could have been your second class had not the professor of the said class fell ill the previous week resulting in postponing of the first class. Professor Amelia Hazel had resumed her classes from yesterday.

The would be seventh years in Hogwarts had the advantages of choosing their sets of subjects, the ones they wanted to persue in future. This you know from the books, but the books didn't say anything about the liberation of choosing subjects when it came to transfer students. And being a transfer student you didn't have much difficulty finding it. Transfer students could only choose subjects from a certain set of combinations, altering between one or two subjects while the others remained compulsory, whereas Hogwarts sixth year students can alter more than 3 subjects. But the scenario was quite different for you, Dumbledore himself have set the combination of subjects for you; it was the same as Riddle's. You were bound to go by this combination for the sake of the mission even if you would have liked some alterations.

Back in present, you were currently heading to the Forbidden Forest, to the area allowed to students only during the classes. The slytherins had classes with the Gryffindors today. Intentionally you lingered at the back of the cluster of slytherins in order to avoid Riddle, who was walking at the front, his cloak flowing behind him. In that short moment of observation, you realised how different Riddle's flowing cloak was from that of Professor Snape's bellowing ones. Professor Snape's robes was more of his outfit sense, narrating how dark and unfair his life was and how his heart was out of reach for anyone and everyone. The lightweight nature of Professor Snape's bellowing robes perhaps also hinted at the hidden softness of his heart, whereas Riddle's flowing cloak whose hem did not brush the floor beneath him and was half the breadth of professor Snape's robe, spoke of immense power, domination and the determination to reach his ambition, his mercilessness and furthermore it clearly stated how he was not someone to be messed with. The darker and unfair part of his life was locked away somewhere, somewhere unreachable.

Immersed in your musings, your eyes abruptly landed on Malfoy and a curious little thing that happened back in breakfast made its way to the forefront of your mind. Today, unlike the other days, you had accompanied Evie at the Slytherin table during the breakfast, as Rose and Jazz were apparently completing their assignment in the gryffindor common room and would grab something from the kitchen later that morning. Cortia didn't seem much keen on accompanying you for breakfast either, she was enjoying herself just fine with Max and you let them be after politely rejecting her -don't-want-to-but-have-to- requests to sit with them. You wouldn't have been friends with her if not for the other two idiots Jazz and Rose. From the very beginning she has been distant from you, she acts discreetly around you. Anyways, you pushed that thought to the back of your mind and returned to the Slytherin table.

You were softly chatting with Evie at the breakfast table when you heard a clink, it was not long before you found out Evie has accidentally spilled her goblet, the contents of which has successfully managed to find its way to Abraxas Malfoy's robe, who was sitting across from her. And then there was silence, silence before storm; which never arrived as before Malfoy could say something Evie ever so politely apologized to him and cleaned the spilled over juice from the table as well as from his robes. It was then the curious thing happened. Instead of stopping Evie from cleaning his robes and remarking something rudely, he stared, he gazed at her as if she was some angelic presence in front of him. Time seemed to travel slowly, his orbs travelled her features and though they failed to reach their desired destination, he kept on gazing for what seemed like eternity untill he realised,

Malfoys are not supposed to drool over someone.

At least this was what you thought. And all of these happened so suddenly that you could have missed it just with the blink of an eye. Soon after realising his mistake, Malfoy regained his persona, quickly enough for no one to sense the difference and stood up abruptly. So did Evie, sensing his irritation. She once again apologized to him and in response Malfoy spared her a little nod as he left the Great Hall, his breakfast unfinished.

You chuckled at the recent memory.

"What are you smiling for?", Evie asked furrowing her brows.

"Nothing", you shrugged. Evie did miss all of it.
You hoped she didn't, it'd be quite a scene watching Evie blush. You chuckled again much to the irritation of Evie.

"Are you gonna tell me what's that making you laugh so much?", She folded her hands, she was dead serious now. You laughed out and managed to choke in between,

"I was thinking just what our Head Boy would look like in the attire of a ballet dancer", this was the best you could come up with. After not getting any response you looked to your side only to find Evie not there. Hence you stopped walking and turned around, Evie stood a few feet back with a quite unreadable expression on her face.

"What? Come on!", You urged.

"Never again produce that image in my mind!", She warned and continued her tread. You only shook your head chortling. The image she spoke of might be very very weird to think of, let alone see it. You could only imagine what her reactions would be if she saw the picture collections of Riddle in Pinterest back in the muggle world.

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The Forbidden Forest appeared far less dangerous and uncanny in the broad daylight or atleast this was what the frontier edge of the forest looked like. Though the forest appeared quite normal, it can not certainly pass for a forest of the muggle world as the magical aspect of it still remains. This world had a air of its own that separates it from the muggle world. One could easily differentiate between the auras of both of these worlds.

The clear sky from earlier today has successfully transformed itself to a cloudy mess behind which the sun is currently taking refugee. It resulted in occasional chilly wind that made you shiver lightly every now and then.

The professor of the Care of Magical Creatures hasn't arrived yet and while the other students were busy gossiping, following text for today's lesson or doing something else, your eyes travelled the length and breadth of the Forbidden Forest; the ancient trees with huge trunks, the leaves that have fallen from the trees, the painting of nature on its woods and the overall aroma erupting from the magical forest. You closed your eyes and let your senses travel through the place. You could hear birds chirping merrily in the distance and somewhere along that direction you could hear the serene sound of a babbling brook.

But wait a minute, A brook? Here? In Hogwarts? Impossible! , You thought, no stream or anything of that sort was mentioned in the books! Only the Black Lake was supposed to be here. You shook your head and decided to check it out for yourself sometime. For now, you basked in the feel of the magical forest.

Your peaceful explorations was disturbed when something tiny and hard hit you on the forehead.

"Ouch!", You exclaimed as one of your hands involuntarily rubbed the place that had just got hit.

"That'll be ten points from Slytherin", a cracked low pitched voice warned. You looked over to the source of the voice and found the Professor of The Care of Magical Creatures standing at a distance. She was an old lady, it seemed from the wrinkles on her face and her hands. The old professor had a fair skin and you noticed, her cream coloured hair was oddly braided; two braids falling on either side of her shoulders. There were some kind of red circular stuff on each of her braid. Some jewel of kind you guessed. Amongst all these what seemed more weird was her attire, she was not wearing any one single outfit, rather she was wearing multiple pieces of clothing brought together to make an outfit, if you can call that an outfit that is, you thought while studying her. It was neither a robe nor a cloak. The clothing looked uncomfortably heavy, the upper portion was draped with long dark fabrics, only her forearm was visible and the lower portion looked like a skirt. A skirt of multiple fabrics, coming down to her ankle. She was even wearing a belt of leather on her waist. The professor was a fairly tall old lady if not for her attire that made her appear short heightened. She even carried a medium sized stick, not for support because she was simply holding the stick as if it was her wand. The stick, like herself was similarly strange, with its odd shape like two snakes coiling together, and inside each of the gaps of the entangled piece of wood, there was a stone of a royal blue colour. The overall appearance of the professor was strange. Though you know about almost all the professors of Tom Riddle's time, you couldn't recall anything mentioned about such a professor.

"Mind you, I won't even bother calling your name from the next time if you don't pay attention", she continued in her cracked yet stern tone. You looked at her and found outmost disgust in her eyes and nothing beyond it. You couldn't quite catch what, but something was stopping you from doing some other thing. And what both these 'things' were you didn't know. You just knew you couldn't see anything past the disgusted look of the professor's eyes. You shook your head and took yourself out of her eyes.

Why I keep getting lost in people's eyes I don't know-

The professor continued as if no time has passed from your scrutinization of her eyes to this moment. After entering the magical world, it seemed you had gain an extra magical power of studying people in no time.

I'm going mad! And it's your fault Riddle!

Cursing Riddle internally you shook your head and paid attention to whatever the professor was saying. The professor's eyes, you noticed yet again, dropped to the crest on your uniform. She quirked her lips, but in what emotion you couldn't contemplate.

"So you are a Slytherin eh? Not one of those boasting lions?. Now don't waste my time and join your lot!" She instructed.

Now for the first time after getting hit by the pebble you looked around and found yourself completely alone at the edge of the forest. Only moments ago, students were crowding here and there along its edge. You were so deeply engrossed in your thoughts that you didn't even realise when the professor entered the classroom instructed everyone to get divided into two group, which they did, except you.

The students were now standing facing the forest, but all were looking at you ; some smirking, some giving deadly glares supposedly for losing points while the others simply looked on. With flushed cheeks, you joined the Slytherins.

You are getting lost too much these days, in your thoughts.

Joining your 'lot', you stood beside Evie who lightly squeezed your hand giving you a sorry look. You smiled in return. Suddenly you remembered something,

"What's her name?", You asked Evie pointing towards the professor with your eyes.

"Amelia Hazel",

"Oh and what's her age?",

"What's with all these about her?", She queried, you rolled your eyes.

"Just answer my question",

" something around seventies",

"Thanks".

As per your opinion, Professor Hazel appeared rather young for her age. It's not possible to deduce her age from her appearance. But for one thing, she didn't look like she was in her seventies. You thought and then brought your attention to present quickly before you got lost once again. If you lose points yet again for your inability to pay attention, this time the Slytherins would make sure to get you re-sorted into some other house.

"This is your first class of the term with me", professor Hazel started,

"..and before I commence my class I want you lot to know one thing from the very beginning. It's that I prefer practical work over theoretical work. You'll study the theoretics, yes but you will also be dealing with different creatures 'practically'.

"Choosing this subject on your Seventh year asks for certain practical knowledge, abilities and fearlessness that you should be equipped with before you take on this class with me. You ain't gonna read about fancy li'l unicorns and be cheerfully happy about it. You must know that you are choosing to deal with dangerous creatures of our world, some of them deadly and a few dark. I only give out the instructions and you carry out the rest. You won't be spoonfed. Do y'all understand?", She stepped ahead staring hard at each and everyone. After eyeing everyone, she stepped back and in a slightly less contemptuous tone, continued,

"I give you exactly two minutes. In case you want to leave my class and/or want to change the subject, you're allowed to do so in the given time period. But once! Once your two minutes is over, only expulsion can rid you of this subject and me". The earlier disgust in her voice has returned.

A light whisper erupted from the students as everyone looked at each other after her introductory session. From her tone and attitude, it didn't seem at all she was joking, sour it might be but each of her words were true. You had to take this class because obviously, Riddle. If in case Riddle decided to change his subject then you'd have to too. And Riddle losing the opportunity to learn more about magical creatures where he can control them, is like Draco Malfoy not saying his father will hear about this everytime something didn't go his way.

You returned your attention to the class as the professor started speaking again.

"Your two minutes is over. Absolutely no one, is it? Now that you all have taken your decision, I should not like to tolerate any one of you dunderheads coming up to me with their pathetic cry to change the subject. You've been given your chance", she paused and then continued,

"Now then that is clear, let's commence our first class", and with that she vanished into the forest.

Soon after, she emerged from the forest holding a cage, a rather large one at that; the cage, according to you, can easily carry a fully grown German shepherd. She must have put the cage under a feather light charm, judging by the 'thing' inside the cage, it didn't look this easy to carry around. The redish-brown creature inside the cage stirred, though you couldn't identify what the creature actually was as it was not possible to make out its clear outline from such a distance, you could for one, tell that today's lesson was going to revolve around it. She put the cage in the front, visible to everyone present in the class

Keeping the cage aside, Professor Hazel instructed everyone to spread out creating a crescent circle so that the creature stays at the centre, everyone followed.

The creature, you noticed, now that you could study it more clearly from before, had thick reddish brown hair, with five legs each ending in a clubfoot. It was as large as a fully grown tortoise.

You got distracted by a soft nudge on the shoulder, it was Evie.

"You know what that 'thing' is right?", She asked in a hushed tone pointing towards the creature with her eyes.

"Umm, no", you shook your head,

"I thought so", she said as if she already had it guessed.

"But how?",

"Just guessed. You generally won't find a book on these creatures. They deal with the dark magical side. It's not quite unexpected that many of us don't know much about its existence".

"What is this creature anyway?",

"You'll soon find out", she winked and concentrated back on the class, while you rolled your eyes. Typical of Evie.

And just as she said, professor Hazel started introducing the creature.

"This magical beast you see right here, Yes, is a Quintaped. It's also popular by the name Hairy MacBoon."

In this class we shall learn about this particular beast. But before we get into the details, you must know that Quintapeds are very hostile and extremely dangerous towards human. So while in my class dealing with this creature try not to die and give me a headache. --", a student from Gryffindor, suddenly decided to interrupt her,

"So why do we need to study it?", The idiot asked confidently.

In response, she half-raised her eyebrows and replied with sarcasm dripping in each of her words,

"You exceeded my expectations. Well, do you happen to have Potions?", She asked him,

"Yes, I do",

"Do you not deal with extremely lethal potions?",

"Yes we do",

"Then the reason why you are dealing with such lethal potions is the very reason why you'd be dealing with these magical creature", she replied tiredly.
"Now if you dunderheads do not have anymore of such 'genius' questions to me, may I resume my class?", After moments of pin drop silence, she resumed her class.

"So as I was saying, before we go into the details we must be equipped with the basics first. Hairy MacBoons have the ability to resist magical power to some extent, precisely, some of our magical spells and abilities might not work on this creature. They will only attack if they sense fear or danger. Unlike Hypogriffs they're not proud creatures, so you'll just need confidence and the knowledge of handling Quintapeds while practically dealing with them.

"The Quintaped you see here in this cage is in a magically induced coma, mildly, but even in this condition it can sense fear and danger and can attack if it senses such emotions. That's the basics, now for the details we shall dig deeper into the ancestors, origin, abilities and weakness of Quintapeds." And so she went on about the theoretical details of the creature.

Throughout this part, sometimes you observed Riddle and the other times you took some notes. Riddle was deeply engrossed in taking notes and registering each word of the professor inside that rotten head of his. Finally, the professor announced that now it's time everyone will learn about how to safely handle Quintapeds as the theoretical part is over. Though she warned not to be giddy about such an announcement as in between the practical handling of the creature she'd give out important points and everyone would need to take notes and that she won't be repeating any points. All these will be crucial for their N.E.W.T.s. so it's their duty to take down notes as required.

With her long wooden stick in one hand she unlocked the wired cage door and ever so slowly did the Quintaped crawled out from it. The eyes of the Quintaped were half closed, may be due to the mild coma you thought. The thick fur along the side of its creepy looking mouth was wet and were glued to each other due to creature's saliva. The overall appearance of the creature didn't say anything about it being taken good care of, with the muddy feet and mucus around the Quintaped's eyes.

The Quintaped stopped at a few feet ahead of its cage with the professor just behind it.

"Now, here's some raw meat", Professor Hazel said and pointed towards the left side of the cage and sure enough there was a bowl full of raw meat with flies all over it. The meat didn't look fresh at all, instead it appeared to be weeks old.

The professor continued,
"I'll require one of you to come here, levitate one single meat piece and feed it to the Quintaped. I'd be instructing at every step how to go ahead, otherwise Merlin knows you'd be dead before you could say 'help'. Can't risk losing my job for you dunderheads." She sniggered.

"Who wants to volu---", she couldn't even complete the question before that idiotic Gryffindor from before came forward with long arrogant strides.

"I'll do it. It can't be that hard", he drawled.

Brainless. You thought scrunching your face.

Even before the professor could do anything he rolled the wand in his hand for a dramatic effect and levitated the piece of meat, bringing it close to the Quintaped's mouth. At first the Quintaped looked up towards its food lazily from its place, not moving. The Gryffindor continued playing with the meat, rolling it, bringing it close then quickly taking it back the moment the creature went to grab it. Then the Quintaped moved in order to take the meat and the event that followed was not quite unexpected.

"Levia morre!", a flash of bright golden light and the raging Quintaped stopped its attacks on the student and became still.

"No it's not dead", the professor spoke as many looked up at her after the spell hit the creature.

"I can't breathe for Merlin's sake!! How does it matter that the damn thing lived or not! Holy f***!",

The victim of the Quintaped's attacks shrieked.

He's so like malfoy!

He was lying on the ground clutching his right arm that had been brutally slashed by the footclaws of the creature. His robes now drenched in blood.

"You just lost 50 points Mr Ridgewood. Another 10 points for your extraordinary language. You're not dead and unfortunately are not going die soon", Professor Hazel said, completely exasperated with the boy.

"How dare you wish for my death! The nerve of you! Wait- agh!! Wait till my--",

"20 points Mr Ridgewood, you can very well go on if you wish to lose all points your house gained." Professor Hazel warned in a stricter and colder tone and levitated the idiot from the ground. But before departing for the hospital wing she instructed the Head Boy to look over the class while she's away with this brat and to not allow anyone get close to the Quintaped. With that she went up the slope leading to the castle.

After that incident, no one dared to move close to the spot of incident, let alone the sleeping Quintaped. While everyone was standing and whispering amongst each other, Riddle found himself a spot away from the crowd, where he can clearly keep an eye on the class and as well as continue persuing his book.

Riddle knew his priorities

At first you kept on observing him but then you looked away thinking, staring at him everytime and when everyone is present might look suspicious.

You smiled at Lorcan who smiled back at you from his group of boys. Evie was focused on her sketch book. Yes, ever since the idiot was taken to the hospital, she's taken to sketch the sleeping Quintaped, sitting under a tree away from the whispering crowd at the back.

A thought suddenly hit you, your magical abilities were different, did that mean this creature can't do you any physical harm? Well you didn't know. Finding everyone distracted from the creature, you moved towards it but stopped as Riddle's voice echoed,

"Can you not register a simple warning?",

"I'm not doing anything, I'm simply trying to get a better look", you responded.

Riddle gave you a tired look and got back to his book. You took this moment and took some more steps ahead. The Quintaped, you observed was in a deep sleep. The piece of meat from earlier lay on the forest floor long forgotten. You levitated the meat and put it back into its bowl. Done with the small job you looked back again at the Quintaped who was quite unexpectedly looking at you. His sleep must have been broken by the chatter amongst the students. For some reason you felt pity for this creature, it didn't look well cared for, heck! It didn't even looked like its fed properly.

An idea striked you and you looked around, finding no one currently looking at you or the Quintaped -no one had noticed therefore that the Quintaped had awaken from its sleep-, you tried to levitate a meat and feed it to the creature but fate won't allow, before you could even cast the levitating spell, the Quintaped pounced on you completely taking you off guard. You fell on the hard forest floor with a thud. The chatter got replaced by terrified calls. Riddle had jumped to his feet carrying his wand.

You, however didn't lose your nerve, your magic would protect you. You stared at the Quintaped's eyes and tried to show it that you mean no harm, but it was like telling Riddle he was actually an Hufflepuff, in short, in vain.

And for the first time now, fear kicked in as the Quintaped looked hungry, and not for food. It slashed you right across your face, at first you felt nothing but then a hot searing pain ran across the gash, and slowly the pain increased. Hot tears welled up in your eyes due to the intolerable pain. The Quintaped was on top of you in such a position that you couldn't even move your hand. More and more cuts and slashes joined in after the first attack. You tried but failed terribly at resisting the horrific attacks. Your whole body shook with the pain, as if it was getting electric jolts. Your vision blurred out. There was noises in the distance, which was fading away slowly, the Quintaped was just a blurry red blob infront of your face now and all that pain from earlier made your body burning hot, it was as if you were drowning in lava but it was peaceful and surprisingly fading way. The world outside was blurry ,there was a flash of black something and then there was nothing, only darkness, peaceful darkness.

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All you knew was darkness, you heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing. Your body was so light, it was floating, diving deep into a peaceful pitch black tunnel. There was nothing but only you and yourself. No worries, no facades, no lies, no pretence, no missions, only peace.

Sadly for you, this moment of peacefulness was short lived. A rush of heaviness was arriving soon and you can already feel the initial tinge of it. The pitch black tunnel's end was nearing, resulting in a faint glow throughout the last part of the tunnel, which seemed to increase with time. Something on top of your neck felt heavy, your head. The tunnel finally came to an end causing blinding bright light to enter your eyes but instead of shutting down your eye lids, you fluttered them open. That aroused a question
wasn't your eye lids already opened?, In the dreamland? Yes, but in reality, no.

You shut your eyes the moment it opened, unable to take in all the light around you. The skin around your eyes stretched uncomfortably, as if you were opening your eyes for the first time in a hundred years.

You took a few moments to compose yourself and steady your heart beat that has sped up due to the sudden return to consciousness. You felt more in your body in reality than you felt in the dream. It was as if you were outside of your body for a prolonged time and now you've returned. Maybe that was the reason why you felt so light in the dream. All that heaviness from earlier was coming from your head, which now you felt was unnaturally bulky. It didn't take you much time though, finding out the source of such burden being a bandage wrapped around your head. But why? You were baffled, unable remember anything.

The ceiling of a quite familiar room met your sight as you opened your eyes after readjusting its focus. As your senses travelled, even the aroma of the room told about its familiarity with you. Everything was so confusing, looking down at your nose you found further band-aids laid across your cheeks and the bridge of your nose. How did you get injured? All these questions was making you more irritated than ever. And as if too soothe your irritation and your condition, someone appeared beside your bedside, wearing a long white dress, and a soft pink coloured apron over it. She was carrying a tray of dark coloured potions.

"You are finally awake Miss (____), you've been quite a job", the woman said in a relieved voice.

Who is.... You couldn't complete your thoughts as all the events of the last 24 hours came flooding into the forefront of your mind; Care of magical creatures... Professor Hazel...the Quintaped....the gryffindor boy....the attack!. Your heart sped up once again at the thought of the accident and the way your magic was unable to protect you from the Quintaped's furious attacks. There were so so many questions you needed the answers to! So many things to ask Dumbledore, Dumbledore right! You required to meet him as quickly as possible. And also what about Riddle?! Your anxiety kicked in as you felt a calming hand on your shoulder. You didn't realise how hyper you were untill that moment.

"(____)", spoke a familiar voice gently. You didn't have to turn towards the other person to identify whom it was, so without any reply you hugged her. Her soft and tender embrace with a firm grip calmed down your nerves. She caressed your back in a circular motion, calming your tensed self. Your knuckles went white with the constant clutching and unclutching of her shirt at the back as your whole body shook with your quiet sobs, in her arms. You didn't know why you sobbed, perhaps from relief or from fear.

"Ssh....ssh it's okay",she whispered gently. Slowly you regained your control and composed yourself. Letting go of her warm embrace rather reluctantly, you looked up to her face, she was extremely relieved that you were alright.

"How are you doing?", in a concerned tone Evie asked. It was unbelievable how in such a short period of time, you both developed so much connection between yourselves.

"Good, but could be better", she nodded once and sat down on the stool by your bed. Evie haven't yet let go of your hands, clutching them gently. You did not know what to think, to do, or to say in that moment.

Her hands were the only support to your overwhelming thoughts and emotions.

This tranquility was broken by the mediwitch's arrival.

"Miss MacQuoid, It's time for her potions", she interfered, after giving both of you some time to yourselves. Evie's hands have left yours by now and she allowed the Mediwitch to do her work with a little nod. The Mediwitch kept her tray of potions from earlier, on your bedside table and started mixing some drops of a offensive coloured potion into a goblet of water but wait aren't you supposed to gulp down the entire potion?

"Madame, ain't I supposed to drink the entire potion?", You asked the Mediwitch and she turned towards you with a little grin.

"Not in every case, no. These potions here are extremely concentrated with ingredients that can be deadly if consumed in a huge amount. Therefore, the water here will dilute the potion's effects to the amount required in your case" She informed you and an involuntary "o" formed on your mouth.

"Now take this", she handed you the goblet and you obediently gulped it down immediately regretting it.

"Ohh! Must these potions be so awful in taste?", You choked out, scrunching your face. To decrease the aftertaste which was now rapidly spreading to your nose, the mediwitch offered you a citrus leaf of the King of Lime or Gandhoraj Lime to sniff at. It had an immediate relieving effect.

"Any flavour added to this set of potions would only lower their effectiveness", the Mediwitch replied and moved on to other crucial topics.

"How are you feeling now?",

"I'm fine",

"Any headaches? Or any pain in any part of your body?",

You thought for a moment and replied with a shake of head. She checked your temperature and waved her wand over your body nodding and raising her eyebrows every now and then.

"I've never handled such a case before", she finally said looking at you.
"Indeed, there have been other cases of Quintaped's attacks, but yours is by far the rarest. Never have I ever witnessed a victim with such severe cuts, bruises, gashes recover at a rate as remarkable as yours, with only 22 hours of sleep and without suffering any infections or aftereffects", the mediwitch was clearly startled by all these facts and your heart raced at the thought of your identity being exposed. Subtly you moved your hand over your collarbone and felt a circular bump beneath the layers of your clothes. The time-turner is intact. But what surprised you was that your clothes were changed into the hospital gown, and whoever changed your clothes was supposed to have come across the time turner.

"Madam Harper, who changed me into the hospital gown", you asked her and she quirked her eyebrows,

"Me offcourse, who else will it be?", You nodded. If it was her then she must have come across the time-turner, then why didn't she--? You shook your head vigorously, it was all so confusing!

"Anything happened my dear? Headaches?", The Mediwitch re-checked you without waiting for a reply.

"No madame I'm fine, thank you. I was just wondering what happened to the other boy? The one who first got attacked by the Quintaped?", You hastily changed the topic,

"Poor boy, though he suffered less damage than you, he was in a terrible condition when brought here and was sent to St. Mungos'. On the other hand, you were simply sleeping, a sleep that refused to break and despite numerous protests, professor Dumbledore insisted that we treat you here, at Hogwarts. Even the Headmaster relented to his wish", the last part about Dumbledore was said with bitterness, coming from the professional side of the Mediwitch. You can understand why she was furious at Dumbledore for not letting you get shifted to St. Mungos, but you could also understand the reason behind Dumbledore's decision. He wanted you to get treated in his presence, to not risk your identity getting revealed. You were thankful to Dumbledore for this, his decision eased up many things for you. For instance, finding yourself into the new confines of St. Mungos would have been scarier than finding yourself here at Hogwarts.

"Oh, when will he get released?",

"Not before a few weeks",

"Does it take that long to recover from Quintaped's attacks?", You were genuinely surprised,

"Yes, sometimes even more. You do realise you have great powers Miss, your magical core had a significant role in recovering you. Use it wisely", you nodded to her words. It was true you were blessed, but then again sometimes even a blessing can turn into a curse. Otherwise why would you get harmed in the first place? That your magic refused to help you?

"Had it not been for Miss MacQuoid, something more life threatening could have happened to you", this sentence had your head shot up like a firework.

But before the Mediwitch could reveal anymore Evie stopped her hesitatingly,
"Madame please no", she pleaded, and you noticed the light reddishness on her fair cheeks. Something flashed in your mind and you decided to interrupt Evie's hesitation to not let the Mediwitch say further.

"No, I must know the truth, whatever happened in that class, kindly enlighten me madame", you requested in a polite tone. The Mediwitch, however, replied with a little edge to her formal voice,

"I shall let you know the precise events of that day as I must, because it's my duty. And neither of you two Miss MacQuoid or Miss (____) have any say in this".

Both of you apologized in unison, though it wasn't planned, a simple result of sheer coincidence.

She nodded to both of you in response. The Mediwitch of this time, you observed, was not so different from that of Harry's time, at least not in terms of professionalism, strictness, responsibilities and kindness. The Mediwitch continued with her duty of informing you of the events that day, as you listened carefully and Evie lowered her head displaying what you interpreted as mortification.

Your eyes glistened with moisture as the Mediwitch completed giving you an account of the events that took place the previous day.

"It's true Miss (____), that you possess extraordinary powers but it's just as true that the quick action on Miss MacQuoid's part saved your life", she sighed and with a light pat on your shoulder she vanished into her office with the tray of potions.

You bowed your head in shame as a realisation hit you, your over dependence on your powers led you to jeopardizing your life along with Evie's. You created a mess out of your magical abilities. Dumbledore's warning rang in your ears as you decided to never take your powers for granted, to use it wisely and for the mission you are here for.

Nodding your head lightly you turned your gaze towards Evie who was shuffling her feet awkwardly. Her head was still bowed down. With a light smile on your face you called her,

"Evie...",

"Before you say it, it was my duty and I'd do it again, if your fat head once again decides to take unnecessary risks", though she tried to cover up her awkwardness by warning you, she failed, or so you observed.

"Um, sorry, I will make sure to not get myself involved into unnecessary risks from the next time", you apologized from your heart.

"You won't, if you do not want to see my other side", She warned and leaned in once again for another warm tight hug. You hugged her with all the gratefulness you had in your heart for having her as a friend, as you realised somewhere in these two weeks Evie has become far more than just a housemate, a true friend you'd need in this timeline, someone you can rely on. You sighed in bliss.

After that friendly hug, Evie updated you about the ongoings of the school, things you've missed on for the last 24 hours. You were listening carefully to each of the detail Evie provided, about how the previous day's incident shook the students and teachers alike. You could only imagine Riddle's inner fury as Evie told you how he's lost 30 points for Slytherin by acting irresponsibly, by letting you go near that creature and how he had been scolded roughly by Professor Hazel and then again by the Mediwitch. You gulped as you tried to imagine the look on the model boy's face. Surely, his little minions were the victims of his obvious wrath, you thought. How come you've managed to get yourself trapped with such a mission was beyond yourself anyway. As she recalled all the events, something curious turned up which urged you to interrupt her,

"Are you sure?",

"Absolutely", she remarked with certainty.

"But isn't this odd?",

"Maybe, or maybe not, I don't see why he shouldn't have come, it might just fall under the category of his duties",

"Hmm", you didn't speak much on this particular topic as quite obviously not everyone is supposed to see the absurdity of the situation. Contradictory to Evie's point of view, Riddle coming in after the last stroke of the clock into the hospital wing to see you isn't really normal. You observed how after the Room of Requirement incident Riddle has started behaving strange. At first you dismissed it all but now you could see the depth of the situation, many questions swarmed up in your head. You decided to get into the core of this eerie situation once you have been recovered. Once again you shifted your focus to Evie.You listened keenly to all the events following that incident untill some professors decided to interrupt both of your conversation.

Madam Harper hurried into the hospital wing from her office, wiping her hands as she did, as soon as the opening of the oak doors was heard. The professors didn't even announce their entrance, but how did the Mediwitch ever know that it was them? This is the magical world, anyway; anything can happen here." You answered your own question.

In smooth steps, Headmaster Dippet, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Slughorn made their entrance.

"You are just in time Headmaster, the visiting hours would be over after about 45 minutes", The Mediwitch informed politely. The Professors acknowledged her and moved towards you.

"How are you feeling Miss (____)", Headmaster Dippet asked kindly.

You leaned against the bedstand comfortably before answering. By this time, Evie had moved near the wall, standing by the headstand.

"Better than yesterday Sir",

"I'm sorry Miss you had to go through such pain, I've looked into the possible precautions that could be taken before dealing with any kind of magical creatures", He seemed to be offering consolation though the blame completely falls on your part.

"Thank you for your kindness Sir. But I was the one at fault and I ought to Apologise. Sorry Professors."

"As you should be Miss (____), I didn't expect this behaviour from you", the reply to your apology didn't come from the Headmaster, which would have been easier to digest but as it seems the person from whom it comes is the last person you'd want to hear this from, as he had the power to break you, Dumbledore.

Tears sprang up in your eyes and instantly you lowered your head in guilt. His voice was not curt but it was soft neither. A tint of disappointment was evident in his voice. Even his eyes did not sparkle when he looked towards you. That moment you realised, in your attempts to explore your magical abilities, you failed him. But not anymore, you resolved.

"Now, now, Albus, you shouldn't be speaking to her like that; she's accepted her mistakes," it was Professor Slughorn, of course. Years of working with Dumbledore made him somewhat an expert in understanding his friend's emotions. Dumbledore didn't say anything further, not because of Professor Slughorn, but because he knew his words had conveyed his disappointment to you. He stood at his spot, looking at you, while the other two professors' looks were sympathetic. Dumbledore's eyes lacked the twinkle, maybe silently saying "be careful next time."

Professor Slughorn, the Head of your House, in between feeling sorry numerous times for your condition, managed to provide a bit of information that absolutely increased the guilt level inside you- Professor Hazel has deducted 50 points from your house due to your reckless action and on top of that the Headmaster was compelled to deduct further 20 points for not following the instructions by you and the Head Boy.

Riddle would be furious. You didn't want to think its effects. He would never want to sacrifice his good-boy-image, as that is one more thing that helps him carry out his motives without raising suspicion. If this is the first time he's lost such points for 'his' irresponsibility , then one in their right mind would never want to come across Riddle for some days.

Oh such headaches! , right, there is a lot of headaches, headaches you never wanted to deal with in the first place. Maybe Professor Snape was right, 'Life is unfair'. But then, you can always make your way out of it. There's always a positive side to unfairness, a lesson or a blessing. In this case, the exploration of The Wizarding World is the other side of the little unfair things you're facing. And so you willingly accepted these hardships as it meant the once in a lifetime opportunity of being a witch.

Soon the visiting hours came to an end along with the professors' excessive sympathies. You released a sigh of relief as the professors left and you could finally cease leaning on the headstand and move into a more comfortable position. Your eyes darted back to Evie, who put a gentle hand on your shoulder, giving you a warm smile. You smiled in return.

"Take care (_____), I'm afraid I'm not an exception to the visiting hours. I'll meet you tomorrow",

You just nodded not wanting to say anything, moreover the potion was taking its effects. Taking the hint, Evie left the Hospital wing silently without disturbing you. Within minutes you were in a deep slumber. Travelling into the depth of the dream tunnel, this being better than the earlier one.

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The next morning you woke up to two blurry faces staring at you. They almost seemed like a statue. A few seconds later when the morning dizziness passed away, you were able to clearly focus on the anxious yet relieved faces of Rose and Jazz. Anxious they were, probably to know your experience and the strange magic you posses, and relieved, surely as you were okay with no harm done.

" I don't think I've grown three hippogriff heads overnight", you commented on their staring faces and both of them instantly drew back, flushed.

"No...", "Err...", "I....we mean...",

"Oufh! Will you stop?", You stopped their indistinct blabbering.

"Where is Cortia?", You asked as soon as they stopped, to which Rose replied at once,

"She said she would be---", and as always someone always had to cut off mid sentence, this time it was Jazz,

"-- she means, Cor had some important stuff to discuss with the herbology professor", she completed and gave rose a 'look'.

"Oh, okay no problem", you replied as if Rose's first reply meant nothing. But before you could ponder on what Rose said, Jazz changed the subject of conversation, as if deliberately and went on to a completely different subject.

"How are you?", she asked and it was immediately followed by,

"How could you survive?", this was from Rose.

"Would you rather have me dead?", at this Rose realised her mistake and corrected it.

"I mean... How did your magic save you (____)?"

"I'm just as surprised as you all are ", you faked curiosity. Deeply you were sorry for not being able to give an honest answer to Rose's question. The answer seemed to convince only Rose that you infact didn't know anything of that magic but for Jazz you wouldn't be so sure. Though you knew that she believed you, but it was clear she doesn't think this was just a case of accidental magic. For Jazz, only the part where you yourself are surprised about this strange power of your magic, is believable. Therefore, Rose's reaction was pure curiosity out of her innocence and Jazz's was contemplation.

A cough that escaped your throat, brought an ever curious Rose and a contemplating Jazz into the present situation. The latter was quick at accio- ing a goblet of water into her hands and then offering it to you. You gulped down the entire contents of the goblet. As the relaxing cool water ran down your dry throat and to your stomach, you were refreshed. And suddenly a thought struck you.

"What day is it today?", You asked,

"It's Wednesday", Jazz replied at once, taking the empty goblet from your hands and keeping it aside.

"I have not slept for another 24 hours!?", you exclaimed in pure disbelief.

"You did Miss (____)", it was the Mediwitch replying this time. You moaned under your breath in irritation. Another day wasted! Fantastic.

"From where is all this sleep coming ?", You asked aloud.

"It's because your magical core has been drained and it needs to replenish itself. Therefore it stores in all the energy it gets when you are asleep", answered the Mediwitch.

"Oops!", Rose exclaimed.

"What?" You and Jazz asked in unison.

"We're forgetting our classes Jazz!",

You rolled your eyes. Offcourse.

"Yeah, right, we should be going right now. Anyway, we'll meet you in the lunch hour. Take care, see ya!" They were already leaving the hospital wing as Jazz said the last words. You were sure as hell they didn't see you waving your hands at them.

As they left you turned towards the mediwitch, who was now sitting on a wooden stool beside your bed, and mixing some pathetic coloured potions into a goblet of water. You pinched the bridge of your nose, already knowing the disgusting taste and smell you were going to face. But you kept these thoughts at the back for now and recalled what Jazz said when she was leaving. They're going to meet you at lunch hour.

Does it mean I'm going to be discharged today?

You thought with glee but you wanted to be sure before getting your hopes high.

"Am I --", before you could even form the question the mediwitch cut you off,

"Yes, drink these potions and rest, you'll be discharged today", and she didn't even look up while stirring the potions, truly enough she's a professional at medical wizardry.

You smiled a little and gulped down the the contents of the goblet. You waited for the terrible after taste to hit, which luckily and curiously didn't. Upon looking towards the mediwitch in a curious way, she replied again understanding your unasked question,

"You're getting better now, so no need for any more concentrated potions. It was a mild wellness potion with no taste. " She completed and left with her potions tray.

You sighed. As much as you like this world, staying for three long days in only hospital wing has its effects. You can't move, you can't do anything, just sleep or lay down with a pain tingling in your injured parts every now and then, which by now has almost stopped. Having no option than to take rest you decided to take a light nap.

Just as you closed your eyes, you heard the most familiar scraping sound of the huge oak doors opening and looked towards it. A Hufflepuff boy, probably a first year, came rushing towards you with something in his hand. Reaching your bed he handed that 'thing', which was a small parchment to you and left without any other word or even before you could ask any question.

It was a normal parchment, very small in size, almost like a cheat paper in the muggle world. You turned it over, tried to see if it had any folds but nothing, it was a plain white sheet of paper. You thought it was some kind of a joke and extended your hand off the bed towards the wastebin but stopped midway, thinking it might carry some hidden message. But how will you deduce the hidden message? You took your wand from the bedside table and tried some revealing and opening spells on it but to no use. Then, you thought of it carrying some sort of passcode. The only passcode you know is the passcode to Slytherin common room. You tried that seeing no better options.

"Salazar" it was almost a whisper, enough for that blasted paper to hear.

And it opened! therefore some Slytherin student has sent it. You will have time to think about that later so you turned the paper over and read the message. In slanting neat handwriting it was written,

𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓻𝔂, 𝓪𝓽 12

As soon as you read the message, it erased itself, and no matter how much you uttered the passcode, the parchment stayed white and clean with nothing on it. It must be a tricky spell. A spell I should learn, you thought. And if you didn't know any better, then this type of tricky magic, which Hogwarts doesn't teach, can only be possible by one person besides the professors: Riddle.

But why?

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Chapter Text

The weather was dull today. Clouds of different shades of grey danced around the sky, blowing chilly wind every now and then. September was coming to an end. It didn't feel like you have already been here for a month but it's as if it was just yesterday that you popped up on the grounds of the Forbidden Forest in the late hour of the night. You smiled a little as you remembered the day. The castle with its magic was just as exciting as it was before. Grinning from ear to ear you walked on.

Sleep hadn't come well after your last wellness potion. And having been observed by the mediwitch and convincing her that you were absolutely alright, she finally discharged you, rather reluctantly. Not to mention the last minute checkups and a lot of "take more rest, don't do this and that" before she let you go. Though professional at her work, she never lacked the motherly-touch that you absolutely adored. Leaving the hospital wing, you headed towards the library, clutching the note. Riddle's business first, and it was nearly 12 anyway.

Pocketing the note absent mindedly, you pondered on all the work you need to catch up with on your way to the library. In between your hurrying steps, the large arched openings on the right side of the huge corridor with the peaceful weather peeking in, provided to be a great distraction. Dodging these, you finally reached your destination just as it was about to be twelve.

The huge doors were open as it was expected to be seeing that it was noon. You slowed your steps as you entered the library, wanting to explore it as much as you can on your route. But instead of the tranquillity that you expected, a curious and weird sensation hit you. There were few students sitting here and there, some in groups and some alone. These students; though separated by shelves, benches, or houses were united by a strange 'look', that they were giving you. Those in groups started whispering amongst themselves after the said action, and the ones sitting alone pretended to go back to their work. If you didn't knew before, now you know exactly how Harry felt, during all those years. These stares were quickly getting into your nerves, hence, you increased your pace and quickly passed all the frontier shelves booked by these folks. For once (atleast for now) you were thankful to Riddle for choosing to sit away from these gossipers, in a quiet dark corner. This would rid you from all these unwanted attention.

You were nearing the restricted section but there was no sign of Riddle. It was already some minutes past 12, and Dumbledore would turn into the next Dark Lord before Riddle left his punctuality. For the moment, however there was nothing you could do but wait. Biting your lips in anticipation of what is to come when he arrives, you moved about the shelves reading the spine of the books stacked. Two books caught your attention. You reached up to take them but were stopped midway.

(____), a voice smoothly ran from your back and you stilled for a second before you could move.

slowly lowering your hands you turned around already knowing who it was. Riddle stood in front of you in his usual formal posture and with an expression less face. Changing this monster would be difficult. Riddle was showing no sign of anger or frustration. He stood there staring at you coldly. Finding Riddle irritating at the moment- as you have a lot on your head that you need to sort out before you dealt with this psychopath- you approached him in a straightforward way.

"Why did you want to meet me?",

The question came out in a demanding tone. Though Riddle looked positively cool but you were sure he was thinking it was only a matter of time untill he gets to curse you for all these 'disrespect'.

"First, have a seat", Riddle greeted in the most soft and polite way. He motioned towards the long wooden stool on either side of a large desk between two consecutive shelves, just beside you. He seated himself from across you after you had your seat.

This is so unlike Riddle, you thought suspiciously,

No this is the Riddle who is 'persuasive' with his charisma. You corrected yourself, but what did he wanted from you?

"Now tell me what is it that you need?", you asked in lets-talk-business tone.

Riddle must be having a difficult time controlling his inner voldemort, as ever so slightly his jaw twitched in a dangerous way. But knowing Riddle, he would take every possible means to fulfill his motives, therefore, he calmed and composed himself once more.

"I wanted to discuss the transfiguration assignment and the works added by professor Dumbledore while you were.... recovering." Riddle lied. There was something else, you suspected. something that he required from you. But what?

"Offcourse", you lied just as smoothly.

Transfiguration books and rolls of parchment were already there, neatly organized. Riddle could have OCD, a thought struck you but you dismissed it. His action immediately followed his commands. Finding the necessary books and chapters, he started discussing the new addition to the transfiguration assignment in the most formal and head-boyish way. Had you not known the future, you would have fell for his charisma.

For the next hour and a quarter there was only the scratching of quills against the parchment and discussion of important points in between, most of which came from the insufferable-know-it-all . Though you couldn't disagree, Riddle does have a natural talent at explaining things. If he is to become a teacher, he'd have the gift of keeping a class quiet without any effort, much like Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Snape. And he'd also find his students hanging on to each word he says. Riddle's outer personality was such.

You were 2 parchment of essays down, starting with the three. Your writing came slower as you didn't want to write anymore, not with Riddle infront of you and him acting in a very strange way. And you also needed to meet Dumbledore regarding your magical powers. Therefore you were getting more irritated by the second. You were just thinking of calling off this study session when Riddle spoke, not looking up from his parchment ( he was 4 parchment of essays down) .

"Where do you come from?",the question was absolutely unexpected.

"From Ilvermorny, in case you've forgotten", even at this Riddle didn't look up. He went on smoothly.

"No, I mean your residence", now Riddle looked up with an intent gaze towards you.

"No permanent residence, we move around due to my father's job", you stated confidently and felt the familiar itching behind your eyes as you blocked him out of your brain. His jaws clenched but he didn't show any reaction to your suprising ability of occlumency.

"Why do you ask?" You queried him, appearing as if you didn't just used occlumency against the apparently most powerful legilimens to be.

"Nothing. I just wished to acquaint myself with you..." a false smile playing at his lips. He gave a short pause, and continued,

"... Who've been facing a lot of unfortunate events lately, and...", again a pause,

"... As the Head Boy, it's from my dutifulness that I should show utmost concern towards a struggling fellow mate ". Riddle finished smoothly.

Sure you do You scoffed internally.

"Offcourse" you tried to not make the sarcasm obvious.

However, you didn't know how to response to his sudden concerned state. Not to mention Riddle's absurd behaviour and some unknown ulterior motive. His careless ( for a lack of better word) attitude after knowing that his good boy face has been jeopardized solely because of you, was making you uncomfortable. You can't take this Riddle, you'd better do with the ruthless one. This one is hard to understand.

But the question remains, Why is he using his charm on you for? You didn't know and therefore you played safe.

"So, how are you feeling now?", Riddle asked in a soft tone and you knew better than to fall for his charms.

"Better" you replied indifferently.

"It's no use lying to me" Riddle stated with such finality and softness that it compelled you look at him, it was so convincing. He gave you a charming and a rather innocent look, still holding his intent gaze on you. His stare was so intense, it almost seemed real. Maybe, just maybe he was trying to fullfill his Head Boy duties and nothing else. Maybe...

"Yes you're right", you begun, looking at the desk, reflecting deeply on how the last few weeks went, one accident and another. You yourself were not sure what you were doing, most of the time. It has been tiring, and exhausting, very exhausting. With a sigh you continued,

"... I've been facing a lot of accidents lately. Yes,first my friend's accident, then none other but my own accident for my idiocracy!" You paused before continuing,
"and it doesn't even end here, because then comes the Roo--", you abruptly stopped yourself.

"Yes? ", Riddle urged with a desperation in his voice.

As the greatest detectives in the muggle world would say, even the cleverest of criminals would make a mistake in their desperation or their hurry and this mistake how little or unimportant it may be is what we are looking for.

In this case, it was Riddle's desperation. You were quick to catch before you slipped.

"Oh!", You faked a headache clutching your temples with both of your hands.

"Do you need something?", Riddle asked, concerned more about what you couldn't remember than your well-being.

"No, I can do with some rest thanks", it was harsher than you intended to. Riddle can do with this little harshness after what he's done to others.

Riddle didn't respond for the next ten minutes as if expecting something from you. After finally realising you were not going to say anything related to the matter anymore he broke the silence,

" Very well. I expect our next meeting to be on upcoming Saturday. Same place, same time." And you heard his departing footsteps. It seemed Riddle was treating you as none other than one of his 'minions', whom he'd use his charm on as per your requirement is to him.

You waited a good fifteen minutes before you broke your facade. You let out a sigh and were about to pick up the books and put them back to their respected shelves when you saw the table was empty except for your parchment rolls, and the books were already back into their places. Out of the good qualities that Riddle possessed, responsibility was one.

With the essays you moved out of the library ignoring the hushed voices and the stares. You were just passing the library doors to the corridor outside, when a female voice called out.

"(____)",

It was Matilda. A genuine smile spread on your lips as you saw her appearance just as free spirited as herself. Matilda's hands were carrying books of vibrant covers and in each of her braids was instilled two daisies. Your mood was brightened up by just her presence. She had an aura which made people feel lighter and brighter.

"How are you?", She asked truly concerned.

"I'm fine Matilda", you reassured her with a small smile. In response, she held your hands and squeezed it lightly with her soft and warm palm in relief.

"Where are you heading to anyway?",

"To Professor Dumbledore. Had some doubts about the transfiguration assignment", you lied pressing your lips together. A lie as good as a truth. Besides you had your parchments too.

"The N.E.W.T.S. one?",

You nodded.

"Even I had doubts. But I don't have my essays with me right now. I'll ask later". She looked sad. You understood the cause of her distress was not being able to join you in your doubt session.

You released a breath. Matilda joining you, was the last thing you wanted now. You felt guilty for thinking so but you can't help, not when you have such a serious issue on hand.

"Don't worry. You can accompany me to his office", atleast was silent. That seemed to cheer her up to some measure.

And both of you were off to his office. The weather by now has turned to a deep grey and it has gone all silent. The silence before the storm. On the way, Matilda talked about a lot of things, in fact she was doing the most talking.

"...serves him right y'know", after almost tuning out matilda as she was providing you what seemed to be the first hand copy of every gossip, you returned with full attention at this statement.

"Who?", You asked not at all guilty about not listening to her gossips, though faking it.

She almost head palmed herself. Though you didn't quite understand the reason behind it at first, the reply that followed cleared it.

"Oh! I was again rushing weren't I? You couldn't catch it? Ah! Always happens y'know, whenever I'm in a hurry to give out real confidential information ". With an over-enthusiastic face she even rushed this one.

"So yeah what were you asking?", She asked genuinely having forgotten your question in her excitement.

You sighed and repeated,

"Who has been served right by what?",

"Oh, yeah that gryffindor bloke. The one who let out that Quintapped on you on secret orders of professor Hazel. I know for one thing he bewitched it..", she lowered her voice. Though you were absolutely sure that anyone can hear them even from a good distance without the need for extendable ears.

"But his spell somehow didn't work when he tried to tame the Quintapped and ended up hospitalizing himself. Serves him", Matilda finished coolly.

"Er..right", You weren't even going to spare this version of the rumour one second.

"Well then see you later", you said as Dumbledore's office came into view and hurried off with a departing wave to her. You heard her footsteps fading away as she took the other turn.

The fact that Matilda believed gossips, and firmly with no doubts, came across you as rather unexpected revelation. Always expect rumours when at Hogwarts.

Shaking your head and laughing a bit at your current condition, you approached the rather rude portrait outside Dumbledore's office.

"Professor Dumbledore has asked me to meet him", you lied politely to the rude snoozing old man in the potrait.

"I'v got nou such 'nformatio' ", he muttered and went back to snoozing.

"Maybe he's forgotten to inform you sir", even more polite this time. He didn't even stir.

"It's urgent", you pressed.

He narrowed his eyes and then gave you an ugly smirk, or if that twisted fold of his skin around the lips qualified as a smirk.

"Don' ye lie to me. 'ow come 'es ask'd ye to meet 'im 'f e's not 'n the office eh?", With a satisfied victory he turned his already turned chair to the right and dropped off.

Well, if Dumbledore's not in his office he is bound to return sometime. But how much time? You barely had asked the question when a voice spoke.

"Am I interrupting any conversation?",

You turned towards Dumbledore who was looking down at you with an amusing look.

"Although I'm quite certain it might be an extraordinary achievement if ..if you could pull out a conversation with him". The last line was a whisper indicating the potrait. You chuckled. A heaviness seemed to have left you as soon as you felt the presence of Dumbledore. You relaxed.

"Sir orbezze dé louis, sorry to disturb your sleep but we would like to move into my office. If you please", Dumbledore calmly said to the portrait who swung open at once though with several grunts and indistinct mutterings.

Dumbledore beckoned you forwards and then he entered. The office looked like as it did before, maybe with a little more addition of Dumbledore's magical objects here and there.

"It seems something is troubling you Miss (____)", Dumbledore correctly assumed as he placed himself in his seat and motioned you towards one.

Having seated yourself and helping yourself to the now conjured goblet of hot chocolate, you started on with that doubt which has been eating around your head since the attack.

"Sir, as much as I knew, my magical powers is supposed to save me from any harm then how I got injured by the Quintapped?",

Dumbledore gave you a small smile before answering,
"It is in man's nature to take blessings for granted. Most unfortunately, therefore, one has to learn from their loss". He paused and waited for the statement to settle. You felt your stomach drop. Surely, you haven't... but how?....it was not supposed to be gone....

"Sir surely I -- I haven't lost --lost..",

"No. You haven't", Dumbledore shook his head but you didn't find his reply convincing.

"But I daresay, exploitation might lead to extinction", He said gravely.

Your hands were sweating against the cool surface of the goblet, now emptied of its contents. What Dumbledore said didn't in the least, cleared things up but seemed to complicate it further.

"But Sir as much as I know, my power, it can't be gone untill I serve its purpose. If it happens then this mission will fail", you felt anxious and your heart was beating at a rather fast rate.

"We can never be sure (____). Your power is a gift, a blessing. And you haven't forgotten it has a mind of its own. Therefore if it so wishes, you may find yourself without the power. I, however, do not think any such thing will happen. You will retain your power untill as you said "you serve its purpose".

"And for the prophecy. It is something out of our hands reach. The Fate as we call it, is unknown, we can assume but never be accurate. So it is better we keep the prophecy at its place fulfilling itself when the time comes".
Dumbledore said calmly and went into a state of contemplation. Silence was streching like ages before you could ask your next doubt.

"Sir?",

"(____)".

"Sir, if my powers were there that time when the Quintapped attacked then why didn't it saved me?",

Dumbledore looked at you gave a little nod and said,
"As intelligent as you are, I do not expect you to know every little detail about the magical creatures. Even, even if you have read about them", he emphasized the last sentence as he sensed you were about to interrupt him.

"Quintappeds as we know them, are magnificently dangerous creatures inhabiting the Earth. Just like Elves, they also have certain magical qualities, Wizard kinds don't. They possess resistance power more than most creatures. They can, most extraordinarily, resist spells, jinxes, hexes or curses to a certain extent if they feel them getting attacked. It is their Defence Mechanism.

"This applies to every witch and wizard. For you I'd have thought it would be different, however, I am proved wrong. After your account of that day's event, I could only guess at what might have happened.That day during the attack, the Quintapped must have felt some kind of threat from you, which is unlikely as the Quintapped had just been put into a magically induced coma, nonetheless it felt -again this is all guesswork- and attacked you.

"Contrary to what you think, your power did not let you down, not in the long run. You must have heard our mediwitch mentioning, Mr. Ridgewood of Gryffindor has sustained less damage than you have, still it was him who was sent to St. Mungos and not you. Yes, your magic saved you."

Silence fell again after Dumbledore said this. Only a rhythmic tinc-tanc of a nearby object could be heard. Slowly you broke the silence after you couldn't take it anymore. The guilt.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have taken my magical powers for granted. I was kind off--

"..carried away? Yes. That happens. Just be sure to not repeat it". Dumbledore softly finished for you with a small smile. You returned it. Now that this problem is solved you moved on to more important things.

Dumbledore listened keenly as you recalled the incident of the RoR with Riddle to him. Both of his hands were placed on the desk and the finger tips were closing and opening like spider web, giving the feeling that Dumbledore was in deep thoughts. His earlier soft smile replaced with a grave expression. There was pin drop silence for a minute or two before he spoke.

"Do you perfectly recall the faces you have seen in the Room of Requirement ?", He asked, his gaze now fixed on you.

"Positive sir".

"The spell didn't hurt you or leave any traces then I gather?",

"No sir",

"Very well. I shall see to this matter. Though, there is only much I can do", he sighed.

"(____), Dinner is about to begin. You should be on your way to the Great Hall. And be a little more careful. Good night". Dumbledore stood up and approached Fawkes who was perched on her stand.

"Good night professor", you bid and left his office pondering on the recent revelation on your powers.

The empty corridor leading to the Great Hall echoed with your footsteps. Dark grey clouds were still forming outside. It'll be pouring, you thought.

The other end of the entrace hall, at the foot of the Grand Staircase, were a few Ravenclaws descending for dinner. A voice stopped you as you stepped inside the Great Hall.

"Hey!", It was Alfred.

"Hi", his bright and cheery countenance made you smile. You stood at the edge of the doors to the Hall as he approached and placed himself infront of you.

"Where are you coming from?", He asked casually,

"The grounds", you lied promptly.

"Quidditch?", Arching his brows he asked.

"Just an evening stroll". This seemed to raise his spirit as at the next moment he started most jubilantly saying how he liked strolls and how often he indulges himself in such.

"...the one side open corridors are best you know", he added as you nodded, now really wanting to escape this conversation. The hippogriffs in your stomach were not quite happy.

"Yes, but what about the out of bounds corridor? Can you prefects take a stroll there?", All of a sudden Alfred's excitement seemed to be blown away as his otherwise cheerful expression turned into a rather grim one.

"No, we're not allowed to take a stroll there though we've to visit the corridor for patrolling on the Head Boy's orders",

"Why? What is wrong with that corridor? Do you know anything?", You wanted to know everything that Alfred knew about that corridor. There's something unsettling about that place. Something you can't quite catch.

"Hmm, there are rumors offcourse. But this corridor has been here long before I arrived, so generations of rumours and their versions. At this point it is hard to tell which one is true." He said with his eyes on the ceiling as if remembering some believable version of the rumour.

"But what is the general idea?", You asked.

"The general idea? .....the corridor is cursed", he said after deep contemplation.

"Cursed? By--", you couldn't finish the question as one of his friends emerged from the Great Hall with an unfinished piece of bread inside his mouth. He didn't give you half a glance but directly turned towards Alfred.

" Vill hou 'e standen' dere da vole vight?", He questioned, or so it seemed from his indistinct voice.

"I'm coming yes. Keep my place", Alfred said with the expression of something he just remembered.

"Vight", he looked at you briefly and returned to his position in the Ravenclaw table.

"...er... I think I'll --",

"Yes, please do. I understand", you kindly said to Alfred who was visibly having a difficult time saying he'd go back to his group.

He smiled at you in return before turning.

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Dinner had not been an eventful affair, if you didn't count the fight Nearly Headless Nick has gotten into with the Slytherin ghost Baron. Even the food didn't cheer you up as much. Something was bothering you at the back of your head. Was it Riddle? , must be, he has always been the cause of your stress and sleepless nights, since the day you arrived. No, you resolved, you won't be giving this pathetic excuse for a human being any permission to destroy your sleep anymore. Something must be done, you felt it in your guts, the time has come, something needs to be done to stop this monster.

But what?

After about one hour of futile planning; none of which was a flawless one, you decided with a yawn that you must sleep. Tomorrow you'll plan. One requires peace, concentration, focus while planning something as serious as this, but your current state on the fluffy bed of your dormitory, curled up inside warm blanket, while droplets of rain created a music against the window panes, is surely not an appropriate condition. Neither the yawns are helping. Therefore you resolved to sleep, to drift into peaceful oblivion.

Who but destiny has it all?

You woke up abruptly as a plan as sharp and flawless as a knife's edge struck you in your dreams. Yes, dreams, as much weird as it sounded but it was a brilliant piece of plan, now that you're thinking about it again and again consciously.

With all the outcomes this plan may give, and backups you may need in case something fall out of plan, you were set to go. But there still remained a problem. Your instincts however told you that this problem is to solve itself. If that happened. If the conditions agreed to your requirements, everything would be fine.

Riddle cannot escape.

With excitement at heart, mind running a hundred miles at a time, you looked up at the ceiling in anticipation of the next day.

Little did you know this plan was to backfire itself. Books always may not be what it seems. In real it's ought to be different even if by an inch. And this inch is enough to make one lose and find themselves.

Chapter Text

Waking up to a new morning, with new plans and a boost in your confidence, you jumped off your bed and started preparing for the day. An empty dormitory met your sight initially before Evie entered, fully dressed and set for the day.

"Good Morning (_____), had a good sleep? No pains in the night or anything?", Evie asked as she sat on the bed's edge across from you. A hint of concern was evident in her voice despite her trying to mask it.

"Yes I did actually have a great sleep. Thanks to the pouring last night. Aaand...no! I had no pains, nothing.", you reassured her and a small smile erupted on her face.

"Madam Harper has asked me this morning to inform you that you will have to visit the hospital wing at noon for check up", she informed as her expression took a serious turn, as if daring you to say no. You understood the silent warning and though you didn't want to go to the hospital wing so soon, you nodded your affirmation.

You started to pack your required books for the day following the routine, feeling particularly pleased and grateful for all this you are receiving, albeit temporarily.

"(______) ?",

"Hmm?" You gazed up to Evie, whose eyes were following your actions like a hawk, it appeared. She seemed a bit too much concerned

"I think you are missing your prescribed potions",

She is

Evie reminded and truth be told you did actually forget everything about potions. Not that you were dying to have those 'tasty' stuff .Therefore with an awkward smile you quickly moved towards your drawers and taking the little corked vial, you dropped the designated five drops of the offensive potion into a goblet after filling it with water. Pinching your nose you gave Evie a last look of helplessness, to which she urged with a nod, as you gulped the entire goblet.

" I swear even Dippet's beard tastes better than this piece of sh--" , you exclaimed but stopped at the surprised look of Evie.

"I can't tell, I haven't had it unlike you", Evie retorted with a straight face. You stilled for a moment before chuckling. Evie just smirking like the sly little slytherin she is.

Finally, Evie's hawk eye left your person and she too having packed her bag previously headed out of the dormitory. The common room was more or less empty in the morning. A few girls, particularly the Parkinson and company were occupying the couch talking in excitedly hushed voices which were indistinct. That did seem to grow a bit obvious upon yours and Evie's arrival.

"I'll meet you in the breakfast hall, alright?", Evie suddenly said,

"Sure", you nodded with a small smile. She held your gaze for some moments before hastily rushing out of the common room. That prolonged gaze confirmed that she didn't want to be in this girls' presence anymore than she wants to be with a Quintaped and neither wants to interfere into your activities inside the common room. If you had any before going to the breakfast hall that is. And you had, a tad bit of observations to make.

The common room in all its tranquility had some first years- it seemed from their surprized expressions- who were crowding the windows viewing the underworld of the Black Lake, and one or two students sitting far from these noisy engagements as they silently persued their assignments or some book. Mr Model student was nowhere, very predictably. Even his 'friends' were also not around. Therefore, with a smirk, calculating the effects of your plan, you left the homely common room.

Hogwarts is home, no matter which house

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Dull grey clouds embraced the sky as cool breeze flowed, with the smell of the soil after the last night's rain, the entirety of the weather became a relaxing and freshening one. The lightly chirruping birds with soft rustling of the leaves, a hymn to the ears. Such mornings are usually tranquil, and none wanted to break through its tranquility.

The Hogwarts corridor therefore witnessed your soft footfalls in the wake of the peaceful quietness, as you headed to the Great Hall. Walking slowly, relishing in the beauty of nature and magic intertwined, you hummed the tune that came forth from your heart. The sound echoing through the halls and its walls, no, not like a ringing sound but more like a lullaby in disguise.

___ play window to the past___

A buzz slowly formed somewhere ahead, growing louder with your each step, telling you the Great Hall has arrived.

If earlier you had encountered no one in the corridor, now you saw almost all the familiar faces known to you in Hogwarts.

There was Jazz, Rose and Cortia sitting at the Gryffindor table, chatting and having breakfast. Spotting you quickly, Jazz motioned you to come and have breakfast with them; which you usually did, but something was different today - atleast for you. You noticed Evie sitting at the end of the Slytherin table eating breakfast all by herself, looking somewhat upset. Coming back to look at Jazz, who was expectantly waiting, you gave her a small smile and jerked your head towards your house table. Jazz, it seemed, quickly understood, and went back to her group gossips, giving you a thumbs up.

You drifted towards the Slytherin table, or rather Evie. Passing the Ravenclaw table active in having breakfast along with some 'light' reading, your sight met Alfred with his friends discussing something over a book and there was also this girl who'd be a good proxy for Luna Lovegood; with white dazzling hair flowing through the small of her back, fair skin tinged with reddishness on her cheeks and the top of her ears and nose. The sapphire eyes spoke of nothing but innocence, as it travelled around the hall, smiling here and there. It never met yours though, or even if it did, you wouldn't have known, for your eyes found the chocolate brown orbs of Evie's. You swiftly went over and sat beside her. She was already having her breakfast and you didn't delay yourself anymore, and dug in.

Most of the Slytherins it seemed have already done breakfast, the table was half empty. Neither did the Parkinson and co. arrive. Jordan finished and left the table soon after you started, not forgetting however to greet you with short wave and a small smile. This boy was just sweet. You thought to yourself before noticing, though Lestrange and Black were present at the table, their master was not. Suspicious, to you but not to others. His Head Boy duties' excuse always works. You bet.

Having completed the breakfast, accompanying Evie you moved out of the Great Hall and towards the Transfiguration classroom. It was the first class today. The corridor was bustling with students, their indistinct voices echoed through the walls. Only the crackling thunder broke through this noise. Pouring again you thought looking up at the cloudy sky on the verge of a storm.

"So you are just going to let that excuse for a flobberworm make you upset?", you asked Evie finally as your eyes fell on her grim face once more.
You had thought, a bit of hearty breakfast and the usual chatter of the day would lighten her mood.
But here she was.

She was startled and looked at you with slightly wide eyes, perhaps she did not expect you to be this direct. However, when she spoke, she clearly tried to mask her emotions,

"I'm not",

"Honestly," you drawled, raising an eyebrow, "being a Slytherin, I thought you'd come up with a better excuse than that." you nearly sneered, feeling a bit restless at not being able to improve her upset mood.

Evie sighed, folding her arms. "Alright, if you insist." She hesitated before continuing, "It's just... sometimes I get tired of the looks and the jabs from the Parkinsons."

Immediately you had a nasty idea of what could stop that permanently. No traces. You smirked briefly but returned to Evie nonetheless.

"Listen, they're not worth a single thought," you said, your tone shifting to a teasing edge. "Honestly, a swarm of gnats would be more useful than that lot. Actually, it's unfair to the gnats.", you casually added, hoping to lift her spirits, which was successful to some extent if not entirely, as she cracked a small smile. But before you could dedicate more pieces of eloquence to them, you reached the classroom.

The buzz was slowly getting transferred to the classroom as all the students paired up with their respective partners and entered. With a small smile and a little glow Evie left your side to her partner. That reminded you, that you needed to find your partner too. And offcourse it was so easy to find a wannabe monster in such a small castle. Just. Beautiful.

You leaned against the doorframe and waited for the Mr would-be-noseless. Professor Dumbledore hadn't arrived yet and you'd have taken a seat instead of waiting, had it not been for the plan. Someone suddenly shouldered you roughly, Reinhard Lestrange. He simply walked past you as if nothing happened. You simply ignored him, and as the crowded classroom with two different houses didn't call for a fight at the moment, you knew it is not always going to be crowded. And besides, what's the point of being in Slytherin if you didn't have a bit of fun?

The class by now has started to settle down, and the busiest Olympian God was nowhere to be seen. You checked the corridor every now and then and tsk-ed at the lateness. Riddle is not anything if not punctual. Something was up.

"Waiting for someone I presume?", a low voice called behind you. You jumped at the sudden voice, and turned rather sharply to face him. He was standing there, right outside the door.

"Not very punctual, are you?", you said remembering the first day you were late to the library and how he responded to your delay. I'll see what he says now.

Riddle, however, did not seem in the least mood of letting anyone get at him. He politely said after a minutes' pause,

"My apologies. Although I do not expect anyone with no history of being a prefect, to understand a Head boy's workload." Riddle gave a brief smile ; which seemed more like a mock than a genuine one, and swiftly moved to his place. You smiled inspite of the mock.

That is his inferiority that comes out when he needs to mock others to show himself superior. But,

"Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death?"
~Gray's Elegy

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".... to handover the assignment on five major Human Transfigurations today...", the sentence wasn't even out completely before your brain went all blank with those few words; 'assignment on five major Human Transfigurations'.

The transfiguration class had started just a short while after you had taken your seat. With an expectant look on his face, professor Dumbledore entered the classroom. At first you didn't understand the reason of the look ; simply dismissing it as yet another merry expression of Dumbledore's. It was not untill half way through the class when Dumbledore paused today's lesson (which was the Art of Proliferation) and briefed about the upcoming Assignment for the next month, that the realisation hit you. Each month was dedicated to a particular topic for NEWTS, whose assignment was to be submitted by the end of the same month. And today is September the 30th.

You looked around, everyone was shuffling in their bag taking out their respective assignments. A rustling of parchments, light thudding on benches with bundles of paper rolls made your stomach drop with an uneasy feeling.

I completely forgot!

Ah, yes that you did.

I'm in trouble!

"And as for the marking scheme children...", Dumbledore again began and paused a little to get the whole attention of the class and then continued, "I'm sure you already know, you will not only be marked individually but also how you performed as a team. This will prepare you for both individual work and team work which will be beneficial for your future" professor Dumbledore finished with a smile and took his seat waiting patiently for each team to come up and submit.

I'm not in trouble. I'm at life risk.

And Tom Riddle was not used to any compromises in academics. Not at all from himself. Absolutely not from others. Though you did not want to meet Riddle's eyes, you had to. What should happen, must.

Riddle had a bored but a strict no-nonsense look on his sculpted face. Sculpted? Seriously?, you thought with some doubt, should you be thinking of someone's beauty when their insides are rotten? There's no harm in appreciating one's beauty.
Nevertheless, there are other important things to think about at the moment!!!!

"Umm..hm..err.. Riddle?", there was no need to address him as he was already prepared with his portion of assignment, waiting for yours. You gulped as your eyes kept bouncing between his face and his assignment.

"I - err.. sorry but er.. I was not able to complete my assignment" you rushed, however, he caught each word.

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In the distance thunder grumbled low. Cool and chilly wind hit your face as you stuck your head outside one the large arched windows, leaning on its low wall. You could almost smell the arrival of the thunderstorm in the crisp air around. Naming the smell was difficult however, for it was a mix of damp soil, green forest after a night's rain, and mountain tops at dawn. The deep scarlet clouds threatening to pour, covered the sky.
You smiled at the prospect of a thunderstorm; You always liked them.

You could clearly make out the outline of the dark hills beyond, illuminated strangely under the crimson glow. It was still not curfew as dinner was to be served in an hour. An hour

You looked down at the grass beyond the low wall, covering the courtyard ground. They swayed with the increasing gush of wind. A particular gush swept your long cloak back, making you appear as if you've suddenly grown wings. You stepped over the low wall, and on to the courtyard under the infinite sky.

One would think you were the last string that held the thunderstorm back, for the moment you stepped on the grass, all heaven broke loose. Though rain wasn't falling yet, but the strong gusty winds were not any less merciful.
Your cloak continued its billowing, so did your hair, as you walked towards the centre of the yard.

You stood alone in that point, all the adjacent corridors to the courtyard were devoid of anyone. The castle, a golden glow in the thunderous night. Thunder rolled above, making electric cracks within the clouds. You squinted around due to the strong winds but experiences of this kind hardly needed to be seen, it needed to be felt. You felt like swaying, like dancing, to the beats of the nature; the greatest magic. And suddenly it started raining! A heavenly bliss.

You felt happy

And alive.

You did not know for how long you've been dancing and swaying in the thunderstorm, untill you heard someone's voice being carried from far away. Upon identifying the voice you turned around, sharply, now fearing whether you were outside past curfew. Your wet hair whipped you on the face as you turned; with a few strands still inside your mouth you sprinted across the courtyards towards the warm interior. The person's blurry silhouette due to the extreme rain, was coming in more focus as you neared the corridor.

"Oh, Hi!?", you said awkwardly to the Head Boy, who was standing there looking unbothered and very neat, clean and dry. It couldn't have been any more different from your condition; completely drenched from head to the socks, muddy footprints on the stone floor from where you've just walked in, and offcourse drenching the whole castle as well with water dripping continuously from your clothes.

He scanned you for a minute, head to toe and then returned to look at you with a surprisingly amused look on his face.

"Commendable way of completing unfinished assignment", he remarked. Offcourse you could understand clearly why he had the upper hand in this situation, mocking you as such. You very much remembered what happened back in the transfiguration class...

---

... A look of pure disgust and irritation had settled on Riddle's face as you admitted to not having finished your assignment. For one moment it seemed he was in for vengeance, but then he took several minutes before he said anything. Perhaps doing something rash right under professor Dumbledore's nose was not a very cheerful idea. Therefore after a few minutes of choosing his words carefully, he said in a low voice, that was barely controlling the frustration beneath, clearly not wanting to ruin the good boy image,

"In that case Miss (______) , you should better walk up to professor Dumbledore, and tell him how incompetent you've been, as compared to me who've finished his assignment on due time, and..", Riddle paused and took a deep breath, as if trying to restrain the urge to hex you for daring to ruin his image. Then in the same low and even tone he continued,
"ensure that no marks will be compromised on my part since I have been punctual" a vein was dangerously twitching in his set jaw. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, maybe because it was really your fault, or maybe because you didn't want to risk yourself transfiguring into a ferret, nonetheless you nodded and quickly went up to Dumbledore.

Riddle must have followed you right after, for he was standing beside you at Dumbledore's desk, with his portion of the assignment, ready to submit. Effortlessly Dumbledore stacked all the submitted papers into one empty chair beside his desk. Then with slightly raised eyebrows he looked at you, as if he was already expecting you'd say something instead of submitting. It didn't surprise you, for long since you've accepted Dumbledore to be that branch of magic that strangely knows everything.

You were starting to say but you saw Dumbledore was now looking at Riddle, who surprisingly for his motives, looked very innocent much like a rabbit that did not know how to eat carrots; or even use their teeth at that. For one thing, however you knew Dumbledore would rather buy Witch Weekly Magazines than this falsity.

Who said I haven't already bought a copy?

A voice echoed inside your mind, and Dumbledore's eyes (who now looked at you) twinkled.

Did he just-

"You wish to say something Miss (_____)?", Dumbledore asked cutting through your thoughts. You narrowed your eyes at him albeit playfully, while he had the audacity to twinkle at you!

So you continued, about your current predicament of not having finished this twinkling man's assignment. Midway, as you were about to request to not deduct marks from Riddle since he had been sincere with his work, he himself promptly interrupted you, much like an uninvited and selfish guest.

"Sir, I have dedicated significant effort to researching, studying, and completing this. Kindly allow me to submit my portion of the assignment", Riddle requested politely, truly eager to submit it and not ruin his hard earned- more like charm earned image.

Dumbledore considered Riddle for a moment before speaking,

"In that case Tom, I must remind you, that you are doing a group assignment, and I cannot mark you separately for your portion, I will mark both of you only when you submit the entire assignment working as a team",

"I understand Sir, but if I could just submit my portion, I'd be better able to help Miss (____) here, with her part", Riddle tried to win an already lost argument.

Dumbledore merely smiled.

"The more reason to have your assignment with you Tom, it would assist her in showing what a thoroughly researched assignment looks like", he patted Riddle on his shoulders twice, as if Riddle had come here to whine against losing stone, paper and scissor game and Dumbledore was merely lifting his spirits. A few students came next to submit their work and you both had to give them space, moving sideways.

Riddle was now looking at his feet, staring at it without blinking; his bunch of paper work held at his side. You felt bad, both for him and for yourself. Coming to a quick decision you walked to Dumbledore's desk again.

"Sir",

"Yes Miss (____)?",

"I know it is my fault I could not finish my assignment in due time, I was too caught up in my exploration with the magical world! I know I shouldn't have, I mean not atleast that much, but Sir, he worked hard for his assignment, I saw it everytime I went to the library! Please sir do not deduct his marks for late submission, when the fault is mine, please sir",

Dumbledore gave you a soft smile,

"And what about your marks?", he asked

"Sir, I know I should have been more responsible but I'm sure you would let it go for this time. Since first mistakes are always forgiven", you said slyly to which Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in an amused expression.

"I admire your concern for a friend who was a tad bit unconcerned about his. Regardless, I may let you go- yes Tom too- if you promise .." here he spoke lower "to solve this Riddle and get me what it says", and he gave you a small parchment, that he took out from his pocket. You took it and somewhere felt this was not the best place to read this. Professors giving their students secret parchments are not much normal afterall, if the professor wasn't Lokhart that is.

The class being dismissed was a blessing therefore, now that you can examine it at your leisure for the next class was suspended. The feeling of guilt subsided a little at the thought Dumbledore would be lenient with this one. You looked to your left where Riddle was standing, only that he wasn't standing anymore, the place was empty. The bell rang not even five minutes ago and he was already gone?

Maybe he wanted to get away quickly from Dumbledore's presence, a man he never liked but always feared.

Or

He may have wanted to get away from me, not trusting himself to avoid cursing me illegally, the more he stood in my presence.

..

...

Or maybe both.

Some league you were forming with Dumbledore, set with the aim of testing the wannabe Dark Lord's patience. Laughing at the thought you headed towards the Slytherin common room.

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_sneeze_

"Oh, excuse m-", "_sneeze_", "excuse me!", you covered your nose and mouth with both of your hands unable to stop the train of sneezes. Perhaps, dancing in rain during the winter season, that too in the Highlands wasn't a healthy idea afterall.

Absolutely not. You thought, as chill wind hit your damp clothes and you shivered, with goosebumps all over your skin. Your skin had dried, with the exception of the damp clothes which is why you felt even more chilled with every passing wind.

"L-l-look, it's n-n-none of your b-business ", you said to Riddle who seemed to enjoy your predicament, even more now that no one was in the corridor.

"Well offcourse it is, especially when one of my own housemates are breaking the rules", he said with an evil smile that did not quite suit him, as he stood close to the opposite wall, a good distance from you. You strangely felt a tell tale sign of an injustice coming towards you. Making sure you didn't stutter this time, you countered him.

"Since when has been enjoying yourself before curfew considered a rule break?",

"Enjoying oneself before curfew isn't considered a rule break, however I'd be pleased to inform you that dancing under such severe weather conditions is usually not permitted by any professor, not even by your favourite one", Riddle said, the wicked smile still on place. Though at the moment you couldn't find any better argument to counter, after a few minutes of Riddle thinking he's won this argument, something happened which even Trelawney couldn't have foreseen.

So many things happened at once, that it wiped the smile on Riddle's face faster than Draco's run after being turned into a ferret.

"Coming to Dinner? Miss (____)? Tom?", asked Dumbledore who was passing the corridor towards the Great Hall, his eyes twinkling.

"Yes professor right away, I was just urging Mr. Riddle here to come to dinner" you promptly replied, now completely dry, clean and warm. Responding with a nod, Dumbledore turned the corner, while Riddle gave you a very cold and narrowed look.

You however simply smirked at him.
"Dinner has been served Riddle, come and join", finishing coolly, you left the corridor.

Riddle may have a hundred professors on his side but none beats Albus Freaking Dumbledore!

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The Great Hall was as usual filled with "babbling bumbling band of baboons" at dinner. The enchanted ceiling was mirroring the thundering night outside, though now delicious food tempted you more than dancing. Catching sight of your familiar curl hair, Jazz and the dusty brown head - which is usually filled with bees- Rose, you waved at them. Yet again, there was no sign of Cortia. If you had your suspicions, you didn't show it. A quick scan told you the Head Girl, Matilda, was deep in conversation with the other Hufflepuffs.

She isn't patrolling tonight?

Dismissing the thought, thinking the Head Boy and Head Girl perhaps had duties alternatively or something, you simply went over to your table took your seat beside Evie, who looked in better spirits than in the morning, and dug in.

"No point asking where you were, is it?",

"Neh", you said or tried to, with a mouthful of creamy chicken lasagne. Giving her a bump on her shoulder playfully you continued your second helpings of nearly everything.

As you ate, you noticed one more missing figure in the army of black. Apart from Cortia it seemed, there was just another one who was simply put, allergic to the Great Hall.

Junior Moldyshorts.

However you couldn't help but think, on a more serious level, this could not be just because of his meetings, otherwise his knights wouldn't be sitting here enjoying the dinner. Today marks nearly one month of your arrival. And yet, there hasn't been any significant progress, since you still haven't been able to carry out the plan. The problem was you didn't know where to start. Riddle is offcourse not giving away anything, while still keeping an eye on you for the ROR incident.

Keeping an eye on you...
Keeping an eye on you!!

"Yes offcourse! Why didn't I think about this, Matilda wasn't on duty tonight, and anyway patrolling duty comes usually after and before curfew, yes yes!", you whispered to yourself, getting a very good idea about where to start.

Riddle being there in that corridor wasn't just a coincidence or his duties either! He wanted to keep an eye on you. Right.

Your head went through the plan all over, as you twirled the melted ice cream with your spoon in its bowl, smiling slyly.

"Are you trying to make a shake out of it?",

"Huh?", You looked at Evie, who was staring at you, with an are-you-high-or-something?-look.

"A yoghurt actually", you said and took the nearest bowl of yoghurt and scooping some portion from it, mixed it to your ice cream bowl.

"I think working with Riddle is affecting you", said Evie eyeing your ice cream bowl and you.

"Then explain why am I still not the Head Girl",

"For that you need to get affected by Dippet",
said Evie with a feigned innocence. You narrowed your eyes at her, clearly not falling for a Slytherin's play. You smirked, leaning back in your chair,

"Dippet, huh? Please, I have higher standards", you said airily, dramatically fanning the air around you.

"And Riddle meets that criteria I assume?",

"Not entirely, but can't deny he isn't competent or challenging. So it's worth it", you said taking another spoonful of yoghcream. Evie chuckled, shaking her head,
"Good luck with that," she said, but the glint in her eye suggested she wasn't entirely convinced.

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You have finally found out where to start, where Riddle would fall into his own trap. Since the ROR incident, Riddle had taken to keep an eye on you. He seemed determined to make sure whether or not you remembered anything of that incident. Since one cannot force their company or acquaintance on Riddle, -he was, after all, the world's best actor and liar- it is therefore an opportunity when he himself comes to you for his own selfish reasons. Atleast in that case, you know he is available untill his goal was achieved.

It was a given fact, for you and all those in the future who knew Voldemort/Tom Riddle, that he did not possess any true friend. The main reason why he is mostly alone if not with any of his little sheep squad.

If only he could be made understand the meaning of friendship, of having a true friend.

You could take this chance of Riddle keeping a close eye on you, and talk with him, and become his friend, a true friend. He must be shown the difference between the evil tagalongs he has and a true friend.

And while I'm at it, he must not realise that he himself is becoming such a friend. Or he may get triggered.

He must know it, only when he completely understands and accepts it.

And then slowly and steadily perhaps, he'd change.

Grinning from ear to ear, you hopped along the corridor, finally starting to make a progress in your mission. Even if it comes to the worse,

(which it won't right?, what do y'all think?),

anyway, you'd know what to do next.

As you pondered on where to go next as you were particularly not in the mood to sleep now wishing to get a head start on the plan before tomorrow, you reached a fork in the corridor. Coming to a decision you took the one that led to the library.

Rule 1 of friendship; extend and receive help.

"Where is peeves when you need him!?", you muttered in frustration and paced the length of the library doors which was closed. True, you could use your magic to get inside it. But tonight you needed not to be quiet but have a grand entrance with all sorts of noise that could alert the Head Boy.

"Did anyone request the presence of the respected Peevious Dé Pestilential Paragon?", bowed Peeves very dramatically, hovering in mid-air.

"I did sir", you politely bowed.

Peeves must have been shocked to hear this, for he hovered for the next few moments like a stone mid-air, with a stunned face.

Peeves on your team wasn't a bad idea. Though he must be kept in check from time to time.

"The other day I came across something", you said casually, observing Peeves from the corner of your eyes; who was intently listening.

"Something about the Bloody Baron",

"What is it!?", asked Peeves almost instantly, his eye gleaming with mischief.

"I'll tell you but that is a secret. It comes at a cost", you eyed Peeves, calculating his expression.

"Tell mee! Whatever you say!! I'm always at your service!!", said Peeves now hanging upside down in the air.

"Well I'll think about it, but on one condition. Since I am telling you a dark secret, a secret only I know about The Bloody Baron, you'll have to answer a question truthfully, and if I detect lie Peeve-"

"Nooooo My respected, dearest madamoiselle! Your good gentleman says nothing if not truth", Peeves bowed again to you, now completely desperate.

"Better be it. What is that thing you're most scared of ?",

"I-- why are you interested to know this?", asked Peeves now trying to look skeptical, but ending up making a lopsided face. You cannot expect a serious expression from someone who always revolves around 2 to 3 expression of trouble making.

"Alright, I've trusted the wrong -",

"Being trapped inside a metal bottle!!!", admitted Peeves, looking hopeful.

"Hmm... Don't you think it's a little quiet here? Perhaps a little bit of nois--", you got cut by the metal armours of the corridor banging off the walls, against each other when they got up from their fall and clink and swish of their angry sword fight.

"Excellent Peeves!", you hoped this noise was enough to bring the Head Boy striding down here. And soon enough, the dark and loud corridor on your left was illuminated.

"Peeves! Run! I don't want you to get caught!", you urgently ushered to Peeves who saluted you gave a swift somersault in the air and flew away quickly from the place.

You hoped he wouldn't remember the secret you are supposed to say about the Bloody Baron. Because you didn't knew one!

And anyway even if he tried, atleast you had something to make sure Peeves wouldn't come after you.

A quick, non verbal summoning spell and parchments flew into your hands. Acting on the plan, you sat down against the library's closed doors and quickly littered the parchments around, ensuring it looked like you've dropped it in the wake of the commotion.

The sound of the footsteps drew near and from the corner of the end of the corridor, Riddle came into view, striding, with his wand aloft and eyes alert. One effortless swish of his wand , and all the armory went back into stillness, taking their respective positions.

You -acting as though you haven't just made Peeves create this ruckus to summon the Head Boy- started gathering the littered parchments one by one. You didn't look towards Riddle, not even when he'd come to stand just infront of you.

"So tell me, do you have a nack for causing trouble, or is trouble your best pal?", he asked in a very casual tone, as if just asking you about the weather.

"Sorry, I was trying to get into the library when this mess happened and I mistakenly spilled all my parchment rolls. It was just a cat though", you intentionally gave a very pathetic excuse, in order to make him stay.

"Just when I think you cannot disappoint any further. You prove me wrong", he remarked sardonically,

"Honestly! You can't say anything to me because of something a cat did! And besides! I'm here only to work on my pending assignments!", you played along, feigning annoyance.

"Perhaps then, if you could fetch me the guilty cat, so I could take points from it- or its owner", Riddle mocked, raising a brow daring you to counter him.

"Yes offcourse! It is in the nature of cats to wait in their place of crime to await the consequences. Sure", you replied equally sarcastic. Standing up, clutching all the parchment rolls you looked at him.

"And anyway, we both know you are going to take away points from me, so don't let my sincere desire to finish my assignments and make up for the irresponsibility this morning stop you from taking it", you finished crossly, still looking at Riddle, internally hoping he'd keep on asking questions and not let you go just after taking points.

"My my, is Headmaster Dippet aware that a prodigy walks amongst us lowly students? Perhaps the long stretches of the day is very short for you, so you have to work during the night, sacrificing the minimal rest?", he said, his voice laced with icy sarcasm.

You did not react to his sarcasm but dealt it with calm,

Offcourse as we should in most of the situations.

"I admit I've done a mistake and I want to rectify it, so I don't want to waste any time, but to complete my assignment tonight itself so I can submit it tomorrow. And anyway...", you took a short pause before continuing,

"..Professor Dumbledore had assured me, if we're able to submit it tomorrow, he'll not deduct any marks for lateness", you finished hoping it would convince him.

A heavy silence followed this, where Riddle -clearly suspicious of your intentions- was trying to make a decision. He did not seem entirely convinced, however.

You would have to give him another bait.

"And also my mind works better when working late at night, sometimes I even remember things
I didn't thought I'd known, so I think my work would exceed expectations", you baited him, testing the waters, concealing your true intentions beneath the mask of a sincere request.

As Riddle heard this, something flashed across his face for a fraction of a second. fear?

The next time he spoke, it was in a rather polite tone, though his jaw was rather reluctant to be that relaxed.

"Very well, do as you please", and with another flick of his wand and a soft click of a lock turning, the doors behind you opened. Without another glance at you, he nox-ed the lights of the corridor and turned to go the other side.

He simply let you go? Just like that!?

"Um.. I could do with some help!", you muttered quickly at his retreating back. He stopped midway, turned on his heels and putting his hands inside his pockets he looked at you quizzically with a raised brow.

'Now you were confused at his strange behaviour. Sure he suspected you, but he should have stayed back, shouldn't he? Knowing he could get his answers? But here he was going away...
wasn't this a bit odd?'

..

Ah it is, little did you know, Tom Riddle is just as much a player as you are

..

Without moving an inch from where he was standing, he did not say or do anything for the next few minutes. Just when you thought, he was going to turn away and go, however, he broke the silence,

"Assist?....... You?", in a low voice still, he simply repeated what you had said. You nodded quickly and very anxiously anticipated Riddle's reaction, who was taking a century to decide.

Why is he so bend on making dramatic pauses!?

And then without uttering a single word, he swiftly and silently walked past you, towards the library doors, opened them just as silently -that told you he comes here more often in the late hour of the night- and stepped inside. Sensing this was his way of saying yes, you followed him immediately.

The Library as expected was dark in the middle of the night, but not nearly as dark as the corridors outside. A clear moonlight was making its way through the long arched windows, illumination the spot it fell on and gave the library a soft silvery glow. You were feeling strange, as if the magic in the air now was more silent, observant and calm. Perhaps during the day when the chaos is more and magic is used for actively, magic itself remains much more energetic, alert to match the energy of the magical people. However, in the silent, dark and isolated night, magic takes on its real self, becoming more stronger and more strongly felt, to anyone passing it at this time.

Riddle ; who did not need any lumos to glide his way towards his destination, stopped at one of the rear bookshelves, and you had to stop yourself to avoid bumping into him, for momentarily you had forgotten you're not alone here. He moved his wand; now illuminated at the tip, along the line of the books, searching for the one.

After nearly half an hour, you stifled a wide yawn, and swaying on your feet, getting absolutely bored out of your mind, you flopped down to the nearest bench. Resting your head on your hand, you watched Riddle find his way through a sea of books.

One shelf at a time, Riddle went searching, furrowing his brows, looking more determined than the last time.
And you stifling one yawn at a time, looking more sleepy than the last time, continued watching him with tired and watery eyes.

Maybe mid night library hunt wasn't your thing

With a thud, you were shaken awake and with a whiff of dust and a sneeze, your senses were shocked back to reality. But before you could complain, several more thuds followed the first one, and obediently a storm of dust followed them right after. It was so much, you had to jump out of your bench to avoid catching a bad cough.

In your haste to move out of the way, your feet made contact with one of the legs of the bench, and you stumbled backwards. The fall that would have been very sound, hard and not to mention painful, was stopped by someone standing right behind you; who had a very firm grip on both of your upper arms.

Regaining your balance, you turned to look sideways at Riddle who emerged from the back. In that split second, you locked eyes with him; the moonrays strangely illuminating only his eyes, the rest swallowed in complete blackness. His brows were slightly furrowed and you were vaguely aware of his grip still on you. In that fleeting moment, he almost looked human. Even the moonlight that reflected in his eyes ; which is forbidden to dance, twinkle or shine there, flickered for a brief second before it went back to its cold demeanor.

Perhaps everything wasn't lost,

But then, you wouldn't be send here if that were the case.

"Those books will be of assistance", he said briskly, unintentionally breaking through your absorption in the brief moment. He swept past you and moved to another book shelf; levitating two more books and making them land with a soft thud this time, adding to the pile.

"I'll need to return to my duties,", he stated, and lighting only the area where the books were; where you'll sit and work, he made to leave. That was the point, where strangely Riddle seemed more kind than he was perhaps to anyone even himself. For the plan to work, this was the right opportunity to seek his friendship; where he was truly helpful and a bit understanding.

You may not get this chance again.

"Hey!?", you called back for the second time this night. He stopped and turned around, with half furrowed and half raised eyebrows. Taking your cue, you continued, ignoring the loud thumps of your heart,

The plan may fail...

"I just wanted to thank you for all the help you've been giving me. Even after I was irresponsible with my work, ever since I arrived here, you've helped me more than anyone else, I mean, err- who'd do that if not a friend? And as we're not very- er- clear on that part, and since you're helping me so much err- and... so... Can I consider you as my friend then?",

There! You've said it! You've done your part, now it is time for the moment of truth.

Panting slightly, both because of the earlier effort and also the thunderous thumping of the pumping organ inside, you waited. Your blabber of a speech followed an echoing silence, where everything around you seemed to anticipate with baited breath. Riddle, however took his charming time to answer; looking more relaxed, though still giving away no expression, and at the same time holding you in an intense stare.

Oh! Please get it over with already!!

"You may", came the soft and low voice of the Head Boy, though it betrayed no emotion.

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Chapter Text

The tip you bite
For thoughts to write
In pleasure And pressure
Bit by bit it fades
While you take another shade.

Scrunching up your face, scratching the back of your head, fiddling with your toes, together with staring at the ceiling, you were lost to the riddle given by Dumbledore in a parchment, nearly a week ago. Wherever your eyes landed, it met everything but description in the riddle.

"Got it yet?", asked a voice over your shoulder.

"Don' think so", you replied rather absently to Matilda, who was still searching for her favourite chocolates in the shop. She had no idea about the riddle though she knew you were searching for something.

With an exasperated huff, you flopped down onto the nearest chair, looking around. The Honeydukes in Hogsmeade, was nothing like your imagination, in fact it was more than that. The shop, apparently normal looking from the outside, would have any first time visitors in a major heart attack once in. For it was anything but normal. A round and high ceilinged shop, lined with innumerable shelves of all vibrant and fragrant candies/sweets/chocolates one can possibly imagine.

Though they'd still leave some out
A small voice inside your head said.

And it was true for the candies inside ranged from sweet little round toffees to doubtful and questionable looking carpets (with thorns poking out from the edges) which were apparently edible. The more your sight travelled the more you were assured that spiny carpets were in fact a much better choice.

There, in large coloured jars in one of the top shelves was kept a certain green-yellowish liquid, with a label that read "Mystic Mucus Drops"; and more unimaginable perhaps were the students who were actually buying this; given to them in little transparent packets filled with their desired amount of droplets.

Simply marvellous. Who wouldn't want to try a bit of their noses?

Moving on with a scrunched nose, your eyes fell on a large wooden tray filled with what normally you'd have thought 'Kesar', only that it was much more thread like, even in length and differed slightly from kesar's colour; red and maroon. A small label (which you had to squint to read) read, ["𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰"- 𝐄𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭- 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠]

You wondered whether they were Dragon hairs or whiskers and asked Matilda to solve your doubt but once it was solved, you thought some things are better left unexplained.

"Er- actually they're hairs from a dragon's nostril... They say it's processed and all... But I've heard there are people who got permanent fiery mouths!", she added the last bit hastily and lowered her voice as if it was a top Ministry secret. You wished you hadn't heard the last part, it didn't help your nausea, that was slowly growing, at all.

Why? just why couldn't they sell nice candies that LOOKED APPEALING!?

What made them think that the most wizarding world was missing were MUCUS AND NOSTRIL HAIRS!?? AND THAT IT WOULD BE A HUGE SENSATION!?

--"I'd have the Dragon Delights please!", a student had asked at the counter.

Of course, it is a sensation. No wonder Tom Riddle had such a nice time becoming a Dark Lord, amongst them.

...

...

But you were here to enjoy, so letting all the steam out, by exhaling deeply you focused on the better looking candies, ignoring the offensive ones. After some moments, you found it wasn't actually hard at all to avoid looking at the nauseatic ones, and that there were more beautiful, vibrant and delicious looking sweets around. You moved over to one such shelf, labelled

"Stationery Candies",

This shelf to a normal muggle eye would seem a simple collection of various notebooks, journals, quills, inkpots etc. In the magical reality however, these were toffees, candies and tasty chocolates. There were roles of "perchmint paper"; look alikes of original parchment, but wafers in disguise (of various flavours), hide one inside your roles of parchments in class and enjoy a boring period. You took some and grinned, having found unique looking, mouth watering chocolates on the next shelf.

All in all, the shop was a perfect little chocolate factory, where lots of Charlies came and hopped merrily with bags of sweets juggling along, in their little hands. Whoever the Willy Wonka was to this shop, you greeted a silent thank you. Bumping into several shoulders, and pushing your way ahead towards the counter through the jostling crowd, you thought with a slight frown, that you couldn't solve the riddle. You were so sure it'd be something from this shop!

"Yes dear?, let me see, let me see...", urged the lady at the counter; she was plump and short, much like Molly Weasley, with an equally kind face, though laden with a heavy makeup, matching the shop in its vibrance. You put your tray of sweets and toffees on the counter for her to calculate, while you waited, observing the chocolates on the counter.

"Have you taken the sugar quill?", asked Matilda, having joined you from behind, struggling with four trays of sweets.

"The sugar quill?", you asked blankly, before remembering you've read about them in the books.

"Yes can you take a handful from there? I'll pay you back", Matilda said pointing to a box on your right, hidden behind a pile of chocolate frogs. You directed your hands to the place, carefully, wanting to reach it without knocking over anything, since you can't see the box clearly. Grabbing the smooth wooden surface of the box you pulled it towards you and before you could take out a handful, you laughed!

"Of course!!, how could I forget!?",

"Did you say something?", Matilda asked over your shoulder,

"Nothing", you shook your head still smiling. You took a good amount of the colourful, realistic, edible quills and added them to your purchase.

_________

This was your very first Hogsmeade trip, and so it was for the sixth years. As you had gathered, 50 years into the past, Hogwarts only allowed the sixth and the seventh year students to visit the Hogsmeade Village. Neither was the permission slip signed by the parents required in this timeline, apparently it was the duty of the Heads of the Houses.

You were very excited and anxious too. The very first of everything makes everyone a little nervous. You couldn't wait to make the most of it! Occasionally accompanied by the lion trio, Evie and sometimes with..

"Hey! Sorry!... made you wait so long..", panted Matilda, struggling with the weight of carrying twelve large bags (she must have added more to her purchase) as she carefully stepped out of the rather sweaty interior; crowded and laden with the heavy smell of various sweets, her eyes trying to focus on the ground ahead of her, beyond the obscuring vision of the many bags. Responding to this friendly emergency, you quickly walked over to her, and took a few bags from her hands.

"... Sorry and thank-",

"Will you stop?!", you warned her and almost instantly she went quiet,
"If you're so eager to become a reputable Headmistress of this school, perhaps you should find more formidable companies!", despite your serious tone, she seemed to have caught the playfulness beneath as she smiled next, shaking her head, rather vigorously.

"Where next?", you asked her, as she carefully balanced the load on her hand, now relieved of a few bags. You had no problem carrying a few for her, since you didn't purchase a lot; only some for Evie, who could not come having to finish her assignments in the last moment, quite a few for Dumbledore, and maybe if he accepts, one or two for Riddle and the rest for yourself.

"Our next stop will be Quills & Charms". You followed her through the busy, buzzing street, brimming with students and villagers alike. It was a small shop squashed between Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop and the Three Broomsticks. It was full of, as you'd observe or more like hawk at, wizarding stationery of every kind. It was a kind of shop usually anyone would overlook, mainly due to the more popular shops present on either side of it. But as the saying goes,

Never judge a book by it's cover

And a shop by its size.

The interior was much larger and lengthier, something which can absolutely not be decoded from its very small, worn out looking exterior. Polished dark wood carpeted the floor, walls and the high ceiling. Two chandeliers were hanging in the ceiling, producing a soft golden glow that illuminated the shop. Once in, it cut off all the noise from the street outside; as if you had entered a different world. The shop smelled strongly of sandalwood and Jasmine. The aura and ambience was such that even the talkative Matilda had become quiet. The shop induced a sense of relaxation and tranquility in its visitors. There was a small counter set at the back of the shop; a kind looking old woman was sitting at it, moving around small articles on the counter, placing them as she liked, often moving around the same objects to and fro in the process.

"Does she know she has visitors?", whispered Matilda into your ear. You had a vague feeling that she was very much aware of who entered her shop, and even those who stare at it from outside.

You shrugged to Matilda in response, despite your differed view.

"Think we should let her know?", she whispered again into your ear but with more enthusiasm than the last time. Perhaps keeping quiet was proving to be a real test for her. Moving your head slightly away from the ticklish feeling in your ear every time she blew into it with the motive of speaking, you clearly said,

"We can worry about her later, let's first devour these!" you suggested eyeing the stationery filled shelves. Matilda must have agreed to it, for no tickle came into your ear and you watched her move towards the shelves on the right side of the wall. Each wooden shelf was magically glowing with the same golden light, though it came not from the chandelier but from the underneath of the shelf above. It was such that the rows of shelves gave a faded pattern of a bee with yellow and black stripes.

Matilda was currently browsing through various Quills, set on one of the shelves. In the middle of the shop stood long standalone cylindrical shelves that rotated on their own, showcasing various magical objects of the wizarding stationery community. At least three of these self-rotching shelves were there. On your left wall, the shelves were divided into 5 categories; Parchments and Papers, Art supplies, Diaries and Notebooks, Colours and Organizers. You were hawking at the store; open mouthed, wide eyed and standing like a statue.

This is a dream for every stationery lover.

Unable to control yourself, you squeaked in excitement, jumped and skipped over to the shelf on your left. You were having, as can be appropriately termed, a "stationery-gasm".

Thankfully you had not spent much at the last two shops; wanting to save some money to visit the shops in Diagon Alley sometime later. But now it seemed any and every plan of saving you may have had will crash down. Grinning from ear to ear to let your hands touch the very neatly organised stacks of aesthetically pleasing notebooks and journals and artbooks and parchments and what not?

"I don't know what heaven is, if not this", you muttered to yourself contentedly. There were leather bound notebooks that changed colour according to the owner's mood, journals with blank hard covers that changed into the design the owner would think of, self correcting notebooks, advisory artbooks and canvasses that would give suggestions to one's art, self locking journals that can only be opened by the owner with certain gesture of tickle and much more.

You were rather fascinated with the ones that were weather coded; they took the colour palette of the current weather. Neither could you resist yourself from taking a few never ending notebooks (Buy one, use forever), or a self correcting quill with a feather of a peacock. Soon your hands fell short of holding a stack twice the amount of Matilda's earlier one.

"Here...", you said merrily dumping all of your items onto the counter, and you took your purse out to count the amount; you had been provided with a handsome amount of money for this nearly life threatening mission,

Only it wasn't at all life threatening for you, considering it was much easier than you'd thought to befriend Riddle.

Now you were sometimes actually worrying, whether he'd change quicker than you'd expected and you would have to go back soon.

But you could not help yourself but be happy as any amount of guilt for spending so much was eliminated by the fact that even if you did save the money, once you return to the future, none of it would be left due to, as the older Dumbledore had mentioned, the "Time-line Effect".

"Are you sure?", asked the elderly witch in a croaking voice taking you by surprise, her voice was also quivering slightly due to her age.

"About what?", you asked nonplussed,

"The Pavo Amicus", asked the witch again with a rather forbidding expression that did not match her kindly countenance.

"The what?", you repeated, clearly showing your muggle-ness.

"The Pavo Amicus is a special quill, more like a pet, it is loyal to whomever it chooses. She means that", clarified Matilda over your shoulder, ready to drop in her items after you.

"So, how would I understand if it has chosen me?", you asked and instead of getting a response, the witch yanked your right hand, took the magnificent peacock feather quill out of your pile of items, and to your horror and surprise, pressed the thin, sharp nib on your wrist. You tried to pull your hand out, but the witch's grip was unnaturally firm and strong, that it wouldn't even budge an inch.

Taking you in surprise for the 243th time, the nib did not hurt, and instead a chain of bluish smoke coiled itself around your arm, sending a warm sensation through your body.

"It has chosen you!", exclaimed Matilda excitedly, as you looked towards her, still very much in confusion about this whole thing.

"First time...", came the low and cracking voice of the shopkeeper behind the counter; this time with a little less roughness and perhaps a bit of wonder, however still with an unreadable expression on her face. You caught an odd glint in those small eyes beneath the curtains of wrinkles and aged fold of skin. She gazed at the Pavo Amicus, brushing the delicate feather with her long almost skeletal fingers, that stretched the fabric of her pale translucent skin.

And then she met your eyes, and you suddenly understood why this place has infrequent visits. She possessed an aura of a strong and ancient magic, which the depth of the eyes gave away. This was a very rare moment of vulnerability in her (her rough exterior being the reason for the unpopularity)

And perhaps also, the tinge of magic present here did not suit all

Something odd must have happened, very odd indeed, you could tell, for she next put a trembling hand on her heart, closed her eyes ones, muttered something under her breath and then gave you a very curious look.

Meanwhile, Matilda now having caught the sight of the usual rough shopkeeper in an unusual stance, asked, looking from the quill to the witch, to you and back to the quill again,

"Am I missing something?",

"This is an extraordinary Quill, many have failed to claim their ownership for it never chose one. It rested here, from the time of my great great grandfather ", the witch said in her same cracked voice, though not directed to any of you in particular, more to herself, more to the magic inside this shop

"put forward your things!", she addressed rather gruffly to Matilda-who was open mouthed till then with everything that happened. Gathering herself she struggled for a moment with her things and later dumped them into the counter beside your things.

If you had expected any more information or reaction from the old witch, you were thoroughly disappointed, for she took to her previous forbidding demeanor as she calculated the price of everything Matilda bought, leaving yours to be counted later.

Maybe because you had more in your cart

She was much quicker and efficient for her age; within minutes having packed all of Matilda's purchases in assorted bags with the addition of two or more extra charms as freebies.

"I'll wait for you outside", Matilda said and giving one last look of doubt and wonder to the shop, she vanished to the door up the front.

You had nodded to her and returned to the counter, the fatigue of the earlier adrenaline rush taking over slowly. The witch counted, calculated and collected your things to its assorted bags, even when she packed the unusual peacock quill, she didn't say anything; as if nothing had happened, some moments ago.

"The Pavo Amicus, does it have any special powers?", you asked trying to sound casually interested, but got no answer; she only busied herself in packaging. You felt stupid, and it would only add if you tried again. Somehow you understood she wasn't going to say any more about it, than she'd say about her school time crush.

Accepting defeat with a slight frown, you waited to make your payment. There were beautiful colour coded brushes hanging on the walls, your eyes fell on during its venture around the shop to anywhere but the counter and the witch. You had not noticed them before! Handles made with dark wood and the hairs a sleek silver, each with a different band of colour around its neck. Perhaps they don't need applying colours, they produce it magically. As much as you wanted to make it yours, you also had to save up your money. You still do not have a wand of your own, only a makeshift one.

And Diagon Alley may have more tempting choices of products that you may want once there.

So you restrained yourself, even when you had caught sight of magical ballpens (Precise Pen Pals; a set of muggle looking magical ballpens with the ability of changing stroke size, colour and especially writing in various fonts), and also Midnight Magic Ink, that glowed in dark and vanished in day light; one can draw the entire solar system and every night it'd move and show their exact position! Neither could you avoid...

"It will be 12 Galleons 13 Sickles", sounded the sharp and gruffy voice of the old witch, even cutting off the author's sentences. Quite true, she is scary. So all of you would kindly pardon our reader, for she gets a little surprised at the sudden charge.

"Oh, yes... Okaay... That's 1 2 3 4.... 10. .need two moore... 12 yes And 12 sickles? Oh no-no-no 13, yes 123. Oh it's 14, 13 okay, right here you are", you made the payment, smiling; the excitement of shopping and the anxiousness of opening them once back into the castle making a return.

You balanced the six bags worth of items and turning on your heels, made for the door greeting a small thank you before leaving.

"You are from the future", this time the quivering quality of the voice did not hide the firmness of the fact.

You sharply turned around, eyes narrowed, suddenly aware of the cold touch of the gold metal on your skin beneath the many layers of your clothes.

Was the time turner visible?

No, it cannot be you were wearing a turtle neck, and it was well hidden.

....

Can she then, like Mad Eye, see through clothes?

....

That'd be a violation!

But you had a funny feeling, she didn't really have any idea of you wearing a time turner. So you stood there, quiet and watchful, trying to decipher her intentions. It was wise not to say anything, in case it was a false bait.

"Excuse me?", you asked, feigning innocence, after a long time of her not answering.

"Be careful, there is more darkness outside than there is light within you, the quill will help you when you will least need it", suddenly there was an upsurge of anger inside you; you felt a lump in your throat, a vibration of your magic around you.

"Correct", you replied, voice steady, "there is much darkness outside, but you can hardly judge how much light anyone holds within", you straightened yourself, "..and perhaps it has escaped your notice, but light has always been more powerful than darkness, how much the amount of the latter might be",

With that, you strode out of the shop into the bright, open street. Still breathing raggedly, unsettled by the thundering pulse in your neck, you struggled to silence the voice in your head and steady yourself.

Darkness more than light?!

Had I reacted too much?

No! She needed to be shown she wasn't always right!

But I could have said it with a little less roughness and more with sweet poison!

But really.... She shouldn't have said that!

Just because she said that doesn't mean it's true

I shouldn't have been triggered that much!

I'll have to learn to control my anger,

How did she know I was from the future?

This is FRUSTRATING!

"(____), I'll need to visit the apothecary to restock some of my potion ingredients... you can come if you want", Matilda's voice cut through your spiraling thoughts, catching you by slight surprise. Immediately putting on a small smile- to not show your true self and also not put Matilda in worry, you politely refused and said you'd meet her in Three Broomsticks. Matilda accepted and made her way towards the apothecary, waving a 'see you later' as she went.

"Didn't see you there!"

"Someone's forgetting us!", joined two voices on your either side; Jazz and Rose.

"Yeah sure, who are you two?", you rolled your eyes, your anger subsiding a little.

"Us? Why, we're your biggest fans, of course! Sign our autographs, please, oh charming Miss (____)!", and they struck weird poses mimicking extremely obsessed fans having spotted their idols. You shook your head humorously at their antics, while they hooked their arms with yours, pulling you along leaving the shop and the bitter emotions behind.

As you walked past the Three Broomsticks, you questioningly looked at both of them.

"Where exactly are we going?",

"Oh you Slytherin's are no fun!", exclaimed Jazz, shaking her head exasperatedly, while Rose smiled with mischief. But you had to give an answer to that.

"I see.... So what fun are we going to indulge ourselves into now?",

"Did'ya hear that Rose? She says 'we', she considers herself one of the pack!", jazz winked,

You heaved a very dramatic sigh and rolled your eyes, while they walked on, pulling you, past Dervish and Banges, past Hogshead, now nearing the edge of the village, and towards an opening, where the Shrieking Shack should have been according to the book, but it is 50 years into the past; not the era of accidentally made werewolves but intentionally made noseless accidents.

However, Jazz and Rose hardly spared a glance to the now open snowless patch of wild grass but simply moved on towards a winding pathway along the side of the nearest hill, leading off the main route of the village. It sloped upwards and got narrower as you climbed; with long grasses, wild bushes and huge boulders lining the pathway. The sky was a clear blue and the golden rays of the mighty sun finding loops in the thick greenery adorned the path ahead.

"How... long!?", you heavily panted, after some time, hoping you were not wandering out of bounds.

"Not much but... believe us...it's... gonna be... worth it", Jazz unzipped her jacket and tied it around her waist, and Rose followed suit. The domino effect was taking place, as you too thought of taking off your wind cheater, tying it around your waist and trekking upwards; gentle and cool wind brushed your bare skin sending tingles through your body.

"We come here often..." Jazz was saying,
"Cor loves this place!", Rose exclaimed midway, perhaps, momentarily forgetting their silent promise of not taking up the topic of Cortia in front of you. Though the reason was as mysterious to you as the birth of Umbridge.

"Yeah- she couldn't come-",,

"- because she had to do a lot of homework? I understand", you finished the uncomfortable excuse for Jazz, who nodded and gave Rose a quick 'look' before airily dismissing the subject as insignificant.

"Cor you know... she's always been more studious type... leave that, tell us what you got from Hogsmeade?", and so the subjects changed as you willingly obliged to relieve them of any awkward moments regarding Cortia's unexplained absences.

A quarter of an hour later; exhaustion of the climb and anxiousness of the sight urging a silent walk, you started to see level ground ahead, the wilderness clearing away slowly. Taking a turn, you had to climb up another steep slope to reach your destination.

The view you beheld was one of those rare pieces of magic that no amount of spell can conjure;

the magic which is out of control, the magic of which we are a smaller part.

You had reached a high point on the mountain you were climbing, for now you stood on a cliff, overlooking magnificent ranges of mountains far away; it was an ascension of mountain ranges one after the other , the farther the range the higher their peaks, blurring with distance, cloud and fog. You stood stunned, near the edge of the unprotected cliff. Below, you observed once your sight travelled the lengths and breadth of the vision it could take in, the black lake mirroring the blue heaven above. The dispersed reflection of the sunrays in its wavy fabric, creating an illusion of a star cluster on the black surface. You could also make out some of the houses of the Hogsmeade Village, although only their backside were visible.

At once it was breathtakingly beautiful, and dangerously breath-taking.

Though now you were quite sure of being out of bounds, you did not care anymore. You felt alive in the magic around you and in its greatest sorcerer; the Nature.

"It's gorgeous! It's... It's enchanting! Absolutely breathtaking!" You struggled to form words that would perfectly describe your elevated emotions, as you experienced nature in its truest form.

"We knew you'd like it!!", Rose grinned holding one of your arms,

"What did I tell you huh?", Jazz was taking the credit she very much deserved.

"Thank you!! Thank you so much!! If you didn't have--",

"--taken you up here, you'd have lived off the rest of your life not knowing the best places around Hogwarts.... You know sometimes rule breaking is fun", Jazz advised,

"Oh believe me when I say, you cannot ever make a Slytherin do anything they do not like", you smirked.

"Perhaps then a little bit of more fun wouldn't hurt?... accio!", before you could fathom what she was on about, decide on asking it, the 'what' happened. Three brooms had zoomed in through three different gaps in the trees and landed, most obediently in front of each. Matching Jazz's energy equally, Rose miniaturised all of your purchases into small little packets and pocketed them.

"Err- I dunno if I can--", you started but Jazz was already helping you to mount your broom, before your complaint was even completely out of your mouth. Though you did feel anxious, not to mention a severe shake of nerves, you could not deny the fact that a part of you did want to try this adventure out.

"On the count of three, ready?... (_____) You'd better hold on to your broom tightly and make sure to tail us!! Alright?", Jazz was saying, Rose seemed a bit too determined for your liking; for things often went downhill if Rose was ever doing anything with determination but you hardly had time to ponder on that as Jazz started counting a second later.

"One ....two-", Rose had already kicked off the ground, Jazz was glaring at her,

Any minute now

"... and three!", ignoring the loud thumping of your heart, you kicked off hard from the ground. Cool wind whipped you in the face and bare hands as you gripped the wooden handle of the polished ash more tightly and worried a little when it slipped ever so slightly due to the sweat of your palms.

But you were soon proven wrong if you had ever thought it was difficult to ride a broom or balance yourself on it. Quite like other magical objects, brooms had various abilities apart from just flying; for one, they actually had good balance for the flyer making sure they wouldn't fall even with the broom upside down, unless ocourse you were Harry Potter and couldn't help thunderstorms and/or dementors or rogue
bludgers or even curses chasing you during flying.

"Level up!!", Jazz had to shout from somewhere behind you through the rushing sounds of the wind and you angled the broom upwards. You had to squint at first, unable to bear both the flapping cool morning air against your skin and the blazing sunlight. Soon, as your vision adjusted, you found yourself soaring high in the sky. A fearful excitement gripped your nerves as you looked down; the ground an infinite quilt of patches of green and brown and the village, a miniature toy set. As the brooms swerved right, the silken black lake came into view.

With the initial nerves worn off, you felt bold being able to command the broom to your desired direction.

"WOOOHOOOOOO!!!", you shouted in exhilaration. It was joined soon with the voices of Rose and Jazz, though their voices were blurred by the whoosh of the wind. Flying over the black lake; the surface a polished obsidian, you were taken over by a sudden urge. Leaning forward you directed your broomstick downwards, straight towards the water. But before it could break the surface, you leaned back levelling the broom upwards again, so that you flew just inches above the lake. Putting one foot out, you let your toes break the undisturbed surface with ease; leading to a delicate trail of ripples where little waves rose and fell obediently in a procession led by you. You felt more alive in your body than you've ever felt before,

This was the best experience one could ever have!

Arrays of mountains and hills rose on all sides, the majestic castle a mere silhouette against the bright heavens; with only nature around, it felt surreal to you; the absolute magic. Flying in the midst of Earth's wonders; where each dome of mountain was so magnificently gigantic, one could not but feel insignificant; their little worries, troubles a mere joke in the face of creation of the almighty, where even the galaxies are a mere dot in the expanding web of cosmos.

Oh how insignificant it then becomes, how insignificant becomes the hollow pride, the ego, the anger and perhaps all the negativities. The knowledge was deeply humbling; a mere lease on the Earth, a tiny view of the magic beyond and a tiny lifetime to see it, feel it, experience it. Then one naturally feels a strong vibration pulsating through; happiness, gratefulness and love; the only magic as expanding as the cosmos and just as powerful.

In this bewitching trance you felt calm. To you this seemed a different world, a different dimension, a different realm...

Or who knows, perhaps this was the Earth at its finest? Hidden beneath the falsities and ignorance of mankind...

"(____)!", called Rose's voice cutting through your thoughts. Turning around with your broomstick you saw they were trailing far behind.

"We should be heading back", called Jazz, though with much lesser agitation than Rose, which told she was much used to these wildly expeditions.

"What time is it?", you asked, the reality of the situation closing in on you. Most likely you've broken another school rule. Charming

"It's past lunch... ", Rose was saying, glancing around as if she expected the Headmaster to fly here at any moment and whistle angrily at their actions.

"Yeah, I guess you're hungry?",

"How did you know?", Rose asked, wide eyed, clearly missing Jazz's sarcasm.
"It's not that hard after knowing you barely had three mugs of butterbeer and only a dozen sugar quills, chocolate frogs and just five cauldron cakes....", as an answer to that, Rose's stomach grumbled and she did not wait there any more. You silently shook your head.

"So we're not in any trouble?", you asked Jazz after flying back towards her once Rose was out of earshot,

"What's life without a bit of trouble?", Jazz mischievously retorted but noticing the serious expression on your face clarified a moment later,

"No, we'll be good if we fly back before sunset", to which you smiled half heartedly, very much in doubt about the fact, elevated due to the factor that Jazz simply wasn't in a mood to return as she was glancing around interestedly.

"I don't understand how she can eat so much and still maintain that figure?", Jazz suddenly asked, narrowing her eyes at the sky, seemingly in thought.

"She's got high metabolism rate perhaps",

"what?", Jazz looked clearly bewildered. Of course she wasn't aware of the 'isms' of the muggle world. "digestive power I mean" you clarified,
"What's that got to do with it? That gallon of food must be going somewhere!", understanding that there will be no understanding on this matter from Jazz's side, you nodded with a half smile.

And half smile it was, for Jazz wasn't anymore interested in heading back as Cortia was interested in being your best friend. To top it all over, even seemed the sun was in a rather hurry to sleep, evident through the increasing scarlet glow at the horizon. The sky opposite was turning a soft indigo, and a star was appearing on it. Evening was dawning. Blankly you stared at the star, which after a few minutes you gathered had a slight problem, it was getting bigger. It slowly took the silhouette of a person.

For one wild moment you thought Rose's apparent fear had turned true and the Headmaster was actually flying here to reprimand your actions.

But it was soon proven wrong, as it was Rose herself, only she seemed in a hurry and looked distraught about something. You had a feeling it was not any of Rose's daily worries but something more serious.

As if both had read each other's mind, you and Jazz both covered the rest of the way to meet her. Rose looked dishevelled and visibly shaken.

"What's the matter?", Jazz enquired immediately upon reaching her,

"Th- they...", Rose couldn't talk properly; her voice was hoarse and breathy. You produced a glass of water wandlessly and nonverbally, and offered it to Rose, who gulped it down in a minute. Jazz shared a concerned look with you.

"... You must go to the village... There-- there's an attack... It's happening again...", you didn't need any more explanation and took off immediately with Jazz and Rose close behind, towards the village.

An attack?  What does she mean by 'it's happening again'?  Was your only thought on the course of getting back.

Distant shouts reached your ears, as did the blasts and booms of spell firing. Moving with quickness and motive, the three of you stowed away your broomsticks in a hidden location and followed Rose through a short cut to the main street. Though in a hurry, your peripheral vision did not quite recognise the alley but caught the promptness with which the other two were navigating through the winding path. It was grassy as it was less travelled by and wilderness rose freely on its edges. Branches, twigs and leaves brushed you as you tread the pebbled path. After a sharp turn, the wilderness gave way to a narrow passageway between two  dark wooden houses of the village. Silently walking through the narrow passageway, which you most foolishly thought was only between two houses and would soon join into the main street, you found it had more twists and turns than the earlier rocky path. Not to mention, skipping over low fences and overflowing sewage. By the time you could see a part of the main route of the village in the gap between the two houses, another thought had joined in to your previous speculations,

What divine intervention could have made them find this beautiful path?

But before you could huff anymore on their choices, you heard a strange silence. For the earlier shouts and blasts had stopped and for some time now, no sound of commotion reached any of your ears. Surely the other two had noticed this as well, as they exchanged knowing glances with you. You urged them to go ahead cautiously though you lingered behind the slow and calculated steps of Jazz and Rose with motive. Silently conjuring a black cloth, you wrapped your face with it, lest anyone found out about your magical powers. The time has not come yet.

Gripping your wand firmly, you marched ahead alert and observant of the tiniest disturbance in the air. The alleyway opened into the main street which was unusually deserted. Although it was littered with the evidence of chaos and struggle; burnt and smoking pieces of papers and articles, hats and mismatched pairs of shoes feet apart, debris of wood and kaleidoscope of broken glasses. Jazz and Rose went in search for the others, while you calculated the chances of being attacked in this desertion. The why, who and how playing around in your mind. You highly doubted the honesty of the street as it stood alone, apparently for the sight of Jazz and Rose, a post attack scene.

Your reflexes moved before you could realise, as it caught a crisp crunch of footfalls on the pebbles, behind you. Pointing your rolled piece of paper named 'wand' towards the source, you stood with all the intention of attack. But you had to stop, catching the eye of the Head Boy, who like you thought you were one of the offenders. And so in the deserted street both of you stood locked in a position of pointing wands at each other; halted in the face of recognition. A recognition which came a little delayed to Riddle for your masked face, untill a gust of wind blew it away. Your fiery gaze softened and readjusting the mask you went the other way, putting away your wand.

You didn't turn to see whether Riddle had put his own away, too caught up in the reason behind this deafening silent street. You did not have to wait any longer as from one of the shops burst forth a first year student with a look of horror on his face as he ran maddeningly towards the path of Hogwarts. You took a step ahead but soon stopped as a horde of other students caught hostage to at least more than a dozen hooded and masked wizards appeared out of a huge shop. Even the shopkeepers were amongst the hostages.

That explained the uncanny emptiness in and around the shops.

Where are the Hogwarts professors when you need them?? You thought exasperated, positive that one person could not with every ounce of their magic can take on this lot. And most stupidly two survivors that could have been a potential support, had played right into their hands when they'd run off; Jazz and Rose.

The group of terrified students and horrified shopkeepers were marched into the middle of the road. Even Matilda, the Head Girl, and other prefects were a part of the unfortunate.

"Who are you and why are you here?", asked Riddle in a very composed voice from close behind. He was taking very slow and calculated steps. You observed him from sideways and saw that he did not have his wand out, instead had taken a defensive posture.

Riddle probably had understood that it is useless to fight. Rather it was better to buy more time until help arrived.

"Dumbledore! Call him!", called one of the captors,
"The more delay you make the more loss you incur", warned another from the back of the group pulling two crying and screaming first year girls with him, with wand pointing at them. Riddle barely gave a look towards the first years, and maintaining his I-do-not-mean-to-attack attitude went on.
"He is on the way, leave all the others".

A particularly broad shouldered, thick muscled man, who had not said anything yet, emerged from the back of the group and with the attitude he carried it looked plainly simple, he was the leader. He took off his hood and revealed a scarred, deformed and a rather heavily jawed face. The feature that stood out the most was that in place of an eye he had a black cross, which, though you dreaded the thought, seemed like it was burnt into the skin.
This man took out a silver dagger from his robe and rotating it in a casual manner, advanced very slowly towards Riddle.

"Bargaining are we?", asked the man surprisingly politely, given his gruff voice. Though there was still an edge to it.

"One of your men clearly stated your business is with Professor Dumbledore and not with any of his students or the inhabitants of this village", Riddle replied just as politely,

The man tilted his head a little and fixed his one-eyed gaze on Riddle. You sensed a threat and had decided to join Riddle to stall them further but you had some misgivings at the back of your mind. Perhaps, this was not the right moment to draw attention to yourself. The scared man's gaze followed Riddle and so did most of the other offenders as he was the one talking and bargaining. And so you observed the scene, glad for the lack of attention towards you.

You could seize this very opportunity and act when they least expect it, should the need arise

"Yes. Yes this has been mentioned. True", the man looked thoughtful, if that severely contorted eyebrows could be called as an expression of the same, "but, where is the surety?", the man asked casually, pretending to be wondering about something as little as catching a butterfly.

You could have never believed in your life that there was the possibility of another Bellatrix in this world, that too of the opposite gender and not to mention 50 years into the past.

Such lovely coincidences.

You had a very strong urge to know the man's title. You could bet all the hairs of Dippet's beard, that this scarred un-gentleman is or would be a product of Black.

He certainly had the air of it

Riddle for his part did not reply to the question. He kept silent. The man took another step towards Riddle as he spoke "you don't have that guarantee hmm... So as a token of that we keep them until Dumbledore arrives", he took another step towards Riddle. Involuntarily you gripped your wand inside your pocket and was controlling the bubbling anger inside you for the second time in the day.

Though the man held no wand, you felt sure with the persona he carried, he could do many things even perhaps a wand couldn't.

"And if we directly take you to him? There will be no need for a guarantee, your hostages can follow us to the castle until you meet", Riddle offered a negotiation in the best possible way to avoid offending them. A great many lives were at risk. Everyone was looking at Riddle, the captors and the captured; one apathetically, another hopefully.

The man's eye widened, as if he had not expected such deals of negotiation from a teenager as Riddle. You could say he was almost impressed, and that to you seemed anything but safe. For now his next course of action could not be deducted. One would expect a horde of dark spells from someone who's infuriated, words of encouragement from someone who's impressed but what would one expect from a man who's grinning and twirling a dagger around in his hand?

Nothing but a psychotic response, which can either be verbal or physical, slow or sudden...
And that was the cause of worry.

The man gave a hoarse laugh and putting both of his hands at the back stopped walking and stood with his head tilted to the left side. He was only some feet away from Riddle who stood at some distance beside you.
"Take us to your castle? and get a good chance to let loose Dumbledore's minions on us?", very promptly the scarred beast manipulated the meaning,
"You mean to say, that we'll get ourselves into the castle, get outnumbered and put us in danger?",

Riddle did not answer, though he did not lose eye contact with the offender. Surely, he was going through some appropriate reply to this misinterpretation. But luckily he did not have to reply for the man was continuing his speech, indirectly giving you all more time,
"No, I think it's better you take the lot with you", at this there was a raging uproar from his side of the crowd which he shushed merely by raising a hand. Once the noise subsided, he brought the very hand to indicate that Riddle was free to take all the students back and let the inhabitants of the village return. Riddle however, did not move, though given the opportunity, he seemed skeptical of the sincerity of the offer. The air around seemed to thicken with anticipation of the next moment.

"The offer will not be open for long. You know, my mind changes quickly", the man added casually. Though skeptical, Riddle could not let go of the chance. Alert and ready to strike at any moment, he took a step forward but the man interrupted him again,

"Oh I forgot, there's only one catch. Since you could not provide us the guarantee of Dumbledore coming here, even if we let go of all of them, I've decided to take a guarantee myself", Riddle's eyebrows furrowed at the obviously confusing statement and the fact that it was so softly and relaxedly spoken, could not make you or anyone for that reason in your place even foresee what happened next. The man whose entirety of concentration was either on Riddle or himself, whose wand was not in sight, dagger loosely held at his back with no apparent intention of an attack, in a fraction of seconds had his wand out, which you barely registered for it was so quick, that it was pointing not at Riddle but at you .

You hardly had a glint of the formation of a bluish spell at its tip before you were yanked out of the path. The blast, having missed you, hit the nearest shop in full force shattering the glass of the window it hit, burning off its entire frame in the process, and damaging the wood wall around it. It was all so quick and fast that you had no time to stand and see but to cover your head and leap out of harm's way.

Right after the blast you heard another spell pass you with a soft whoosh. Steadying yourself from the earlier impact of the blast, you saw a worried but determined looking Professor Slughorn arrive at the place, with other professors close behind. The spell had successfully secured the attacker to the ground in chains of iron and ignited the temper of the rest of the attackers at this attempt. In a while where nothing happened except some of the first and second years whimpering, everyone including you thought Slughorn had achieved victory. Nevertheless to say, it is purely diabolical on anyone's part to think it was a victory, for this be far from it; the rest of the group, though they released the hostages, retaliated maliciously at the professors. In the course of doing so, they did not care whom they hurt if they came in their path. The younger students were roughly shoved out of the way and some of the shopkeepers and students were nearly blasted aside. As chaos erupted, you rushed immediately to the help of the younger students; helping them get to the castle unhurt.

Time is of essence, as you doubted whether the Headmaster or Professor Dumbledore will be here on time.
For, unknown to many, not to you was the fact that Dumbledore had been away for the last three days on the Grindelwald business, gathering alliances and that essentially required the Headmaster for other official reasons. Hence the absence of both.

And the result was most regrettable. The struggle for one's fulfilment of desire; whether it was getting the hostages safely back into Hogwarts and their respective places or to speak to Dumbledore for unsaid reasons, began.

You barely got a chance to thank the person who had saved you from the deadly spell earlier, as he too became busy escorting the students to the castle through a safe path. You made a reminder of thanking him later. Though your eyes lingered a little more on the Head Boy, it was soon broken by the unexpected arrival of Evie.

When did she arrive?

"What are you doing here!?", you asked indignantly. Surely she was better safe at the castle than here, and anyway, she could have helped the students inside as well.

"I do have eyes and ears you know!", Evie said as she held your hands and started pulling you through the crowd towards the path of Hogwarts. You protested as you realised her intention.

"No!", you stopped her, "We cannot leave!",

"And what are we going to do then? Stand here and get ourselves attacked?", Evie snapped turning around sharply.

"It is still better than having to leave our friends here who're fighting!", You tried to reason, the adrenaline taking the better of you.

"The Head Boy and Girl and the prefects are there for that (_____)!", Evie took a deep breath and holding you by your shoulders said a little more slowly, "Look, the professors are there to take care of the situation, and--", Evie ducked quickly taking you with her. A spell flew past where your heads were minutes ago, and hit a nearby tree, throughly slicing it in half. You turned around and saw one of the offenders giving a lopsided smile as his wand prepared for another spell. But it wasn't fully formed before Evie's stunning spell hit him squarely in the chest making him fly backwards due to the force, where he landed with a loud thud, muffled in otherwise present noisy situation.

"We don't have time, let's move", Evie was saying, as her eyes scanned the street finding safe loopholes to escape. You were shaking your head in confusion and disbelief.

No... Evie's not in her right mind!

Having found a roundabout way towards the castle she pulled you with herself, rather hastily. Midway, you decided to step in more firmly.

"Evie look ---", you started but was interrupted by her almost immediately as if she had expected you to say something.

"No, I don't want to hear anything, I was on the verge of losing you once before, I can't afford to do that, no, especially when I have the choice", there was plead in her tone,
"I can't lose the only friend I've made here", and without any more word she started ushering you again holding your wrist.

The only difference was that, this time you did not budge an inch.
Evie's concern and love may have touched you deeply, and though her decision was taken, your was yet to be.

"No", you took a deep breath, left Evie's hand slowly, and met her eyes, "I understand your concern for me and I care for you too. But I cannot be selfish and let those people there get hurt where they could have done with some help before Professor Dumbledore arrives",

"You're sounding like a gryffindor", Evie cut in impatiently, wanting to get back to safety as soon as possible.

"Oh no, I'm not sounding like any house, right now I'm sounding like what a human should sound like", Evie made a disbelievable face,
"And if it satisfies you, Evie, let me make it clear what I think Slytherin is, true it is that they do not risk their necks unnecessarily but that does not mean they cower away at every mention of danger. That is cowardice, and Slytherins, Evie, are anything but coward ", your heart was beating fast as you finished speaking. The shouts and blasts of spells closing in. Making up your mind, and a last look at her, you found your way back to the burning Hogsmeade street.

"Furniculus!",

"Protego!"

"Aguamanto maxima!",

And so followed spells after spells, blasts after blasts, shouts and screams, smokes and pleas, everywhere and every-around. In times like this, one often finds themselves indecisive given the rapidity and urgency of the situation. So it should not be considered an error on our reader's part to act instinctively; to use raw power and momentarily forget the necessity of keeping her magical ability subtle.

Nearby two fourth years were trying hard to keep off three of the attackers at once.  And quite obviously the latter were proving more stronger. The students would hardly be able to hold them off for a few minutes until any capable wizard came to the rescue.

How much of a coward you have to be to torment young students! And not your equals!

Disgusted, you made for the group, wand raised, magic pulsating beneath the surface. You slashed your wrist through the air, aiming at them, and the three attackers fell backwards as if knocked out by a sharp force of wind. Both the students were caught by surprise at the sudden victory and were starting to look around for the unknown source of magic. With all the intention of avoiding notice, you hurried off away from their searching eyes. Dodging and deflecting spells you kept to the street, searching for any young students in danger. In your path, you bumped into two second years and luckily having found Riddle a little distance away, handed them over to him. He did not look at you as you helped those two students get to safety. Perhaps, intentionally and a little guiltily you wanted to find more younger students in the high street to be able to bring back to the Head Boy.

"Leave her! Stupefy!", a familiar voice reached your ears as you made for a return to the village main road. The scene infront was one that induced strong emotion of pain and wrath in you.

"Yeild! Or your little friend is gone!", threatened the other voice; another attacker. Rose was trying her best to kick, punch and stomp off the attacker, unfortunately for her however, she was of a bit too smaller height for her blows to inflict actual damage.

Jazz, who had cast the stupefy earlier was standing across the man pointing her wand at him. She was in a dangerous trance; her nose was positively flaring, her milk white complexion a fiery red, highly pigmented at the tip of her nose, and ears. Though her wand was raised, it was shaking. She seemed in on the verge of transforming herself into a fire spitting dragon; atleast her smoking ears were suggestive of that.

The attacker, as you looked over to Rose, was holding her by the neck, feet above the ground.  Her face was drained of color and she was struggling to release herself. Her rosy white face filled with innocence was scrunched up most painfully; eyes squeezed shut due to the pressure and tears of pain left them though no sound of submission did from her trembling white lips, which were tightly pressed.

A gryffindor at heart; never bow down to the enemy.

You stepped in, unable to take in the pain of your friend, fury burning raw in your heart. Your magic, a deadly inferno.

"Leave her", you merely stated, loudly enough for the offender to hear.

He laughed mockingly,
"Or what? You'll call your professors? Sorry, they're too busy saving their skin!", he laughed a hollow high pitched laugh.

You clenched your jaw and repeated, "leave. Her. I will not repeat it again", anyone in their sane mind would have understood the underlying threat in your statement, but that man was not one of that lot.

"Let's see-", a flurry of dust caught up in air as if the air around you were a giant vacuum cleaner and it sucked in all the dust and debris around to gather them at one place, waiting in a still motion, for your command. Which was given immediately with another flick of your fake wand, and collided with the attacker in the most powerful and dusty-est way possible; who fell back and left his hold on Rose. She was coughing from the previous strangling, and her eyes were swollen. Jazz rushed to her side immediately after the fiend's fall.

"ROSE! OH! Rose! are you alright?", Rose was clutching her throat and was gasping for air.

"Take the second lane from the street end on the right side and get her to Madam Harper!", You suggested, rather roughly to Jazz who was clearly unable to think properly and was fumbling around in her distressed condition. You helped Jazz to get Rose stand up and put some of her weight onto Jazz and protecting them away from the fighting crowd, escorted them to a point from where they could take off unnoticed.

There are more students in need of help.

You thought to yourself, as you had a strange feeling that Dumbledore was coming back and was on his way. And the last thing, he would want to see once back are his students harmed. And so you continued rescuing and escorting various students fighting, hiding, hurt, or being threatened, into that secret lane towards Hogwarts, for the main route to the castle was now getting filled with the stronger wizards of the attacking group fighting with the professors. Taking the students from there may mean giving them hostages to use for their gain.

You did not know why but while helping others, even the shopkeepers, your eyes had moistened up and you felt a lump in your throat and a pain in the bridge of your nose.

I wish Dumbledore arrives faster

A few students were injured, though immediately taken into the castle with the aid of the Head Boy and Girl and the other prefects. Madame Rosemarta had fought valiantly though she too was injured. Some of the last shopkeepers and older students were left to be lead off to safety. As the crowd thinned out, it was becoming increasingly difficult to hold back all the attackers. The students who were earlier fighting, were a support to the professors but now only the latter remained. And they were grievously outnumbered.

"(____)", a hand came on your shoulder as you escorted off last of the students.

"Evie?",

In a response she smiled,
"Surely you didn't think I was to leave you here all alone",

You felt guilty for the earlier rudeness you had shown towards her. "Look, for that earlier outburst..... You know...."
But Evie had cut you off mid sentence,

"Don't mention it. It was my fault, I couldn't see clearly beyond only your safety... So that's that",
"Come, now we can head back", she urged rightfully and you complied.

"Where now missy?", a high pitched male voice interrupted. You turned around and watched with disgust that earlier one eyed man now free from his bounds. Instinctively, you clutched your wand inside your skirt pocket.

"Your job is with Professor Dumbledore, not with us, so leave us and wait for him", Evie said almost calmly to that man, who smirked maniacally .

"Sure, but we can have little fun with your friend here before that", he cackled and raised his wand but before you could defend, or Evie could retaliate, his wand was smoothly snatched away from his hand. And then came a voice, quite familiar and much more comforting,

"Rushworth!", warned the voice,
"it will not be wise on your part to inflict anymore harm on my students, than you have already done",  the figure of young Dumbledore was clearly visible under the twilight, bathed in shades of lavender and scarlet hue, though his eyes were a burning fire and his magical aura swirling in a myst of soft gold around his outline. The Headmaster was trailing close behind and the general gusto of the other professors were also hyped up at Dumbledore's arrival. The very magic of the place seemed to vibrate in his presence.

You stood in awe as Dumbledore passed you towards that man and his group. Rushworth jerked his head once sending some kind of signal to the other members of his group, though his eyes never wavered for a second from Dumbledore.

"You could have been quicker, then there would have been no need for this fight", said Rushworth,

"Or you and your friends could have patiently waited until I arrived. It was my word Rushworth, against yours. And you proved yourself to be weaker than you are", Dumbledore said composedly, which somehow disturbed the steady composure of that Rushworth man; his smirk faltered and a look of pure hatred displaced it.

"Give him the scroll", Rushworth ordered and one of the attackers brought forth a tattered looking scroll, the lining peeling off from its edges and held it out for Dumbledore to take. While Dumbledore read the scroll, the Headmaster instructed the Head Boy and Girl to go back to the castle with the prefects and you two. Though you wanted to stay back and hear what was being said and done, you knew while you were here you'd have to act like a student and so you complied. Not that Dumbledore wouldn't tell you if you asked him later about this.

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"Thank you"

"What for?", Riddle asked, glancing sideways at you. The ruffle and shuffle of students and their belongings left no space for eavesdropping and so you didn't bother to lower your voice much.

"For saving my life yesterday", you smiled up at him.

"Tom?"

"Yes sir"

"Hope you wouldn't... erh... forget the essentialities." Slughorn gave Tom a wide, pleased smile before vanishing from the classroom.

"Yes, you were saying?",

Now that his attention was fully on you, you faltered, "Yes..er- uh... I'm thankful, that you saved my life um yesterday"

"Don't mind it. It was only my duty ", and he smiled at you too, a different one.

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The weather was extremely favourable for you; the blue sky, radiant sun and the tittle tattle of birds, a sweet melody to your ears. You felt like dancing suddenly and though you hugged the muffler around you tighter, your cheeks and nose felt oddly warm.

"Someone's looking happy", Evie teased as she joined you from the Great Hall. She had skipped her class again.

"It's nothing", you shouldered her playfully.

"Hmmm not very convincing are you?",

"Come on, I'm hungry", you pulled her by the arm and she continued looking slyly at you.

•

"Hey (____)!", It was Jordan Zabini-sweat-covered, sprinting toward you with a broom in one hand and a crumpled sheet of paper in the other.

"I'll keep your seat then". You nodded and Evie left for the Slytherin table.

"This... is the subscription form... for the Daily Prophet," Jordan panted. "Comes once every three months."

Was he practicing Quidditch? Or trying to create an entire Quidditch pitch by himself?

"Thought... you'd find it useful."
He thrust the form toward you. You opened your mouth to say something but were interrupted. It was a blessing since you were confused whether you should be concerned or thankful.

"...Take it. I don't mind you reading mine, obviously... Thought you might prefer getting your own."
His hands were on his knees, his entire form was heaving, the thin jersey sticking to his glistening skin outlining the athletic build beneath.

"Er...", you shook your head quickly to get it clear, " that's really kind of you, you know to remember this. Thank you, I'd absolutely love to have my prophet delivered to me", you said the last line with a bit of fluster since, every morning you do read Zabini's prophet, to which he has as of now never objected.

The Great Hall was brimming with students at the peak hour of lunch, given it was a weekend and Hogwarts generally did not keep many classes on these days; usually one or two, before lunch or in the evening. You too were slowly coming to accept that there will be majorly two types of experiences that you'll have during your stay; one that is written in the books and one that is not. And truth be told, you got the best of both worlds.

Zabini went away once he got his breath back, with a wave towards you. You tsk-ed at yourself remembering suddenly, between your waves of thoughts you forgot to ask Zabini to not be hard on himself, which he absolutely looked like.

Deciding you'd say when you meet him again, you went for the spot beside Evie, your stomach rumbling. Saturdays and Sundays at Hogwarts usually saw a variety in the food preparation, they sometimes included continental and at other times kept to a more greenery options. As you would gradually notice, the type of meal prepared often depended on the kind of weather, to promote best health amongst students and faculty.

"Why don't you go and sit with them? They look eager", Evie advised watching you wave at Jazz and Rose from the other end. You shook your head.

"Not really. It is not about them, it's me", truly the routine you had established here in the first week of your admission, dismantled rapidly with the unexplained absence and cold behaviour of Cortia. You rarely see her now, she often doesn't show up during meals or classes, when you've combined class with the Gryffindors. Though you know she does keep a strong friendship with the other two; since you've come across the three of them in the courtyard, rarely in the library, in and around Hogwarts. At those times, Rose and Jazz look very uncomfortable to meet your eyes and ask you to join them. Cortia remains ignorant of your presence, and you not wanting to cause your gryffindor friends any trouble, stay out of their way.

"Tell me about it",

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"How many more books do we need !?", you exclaimed with an impatient huff. As you said those words, three more books joined the growing pile on the desk in front of you.

Once satisfied with the bulk of books, Riddle sat himself down across you, on the other side of the desk. Since the mishap on your last shared Transfiguration assignment, Riddle had resolved it was better to sort out the action plan than try to do it all by himself with the possibility of another late submission. Not that he wanted to try his luck with Dumbledore either.

"You're quite adept at note-taking, as I've had the fortune to observe," Tom said, offering you a brief smile.
"I think you'd do a wonderful job covering the incantation and wand movement sections."

"It's nothing", you looked away, feeling warm in the chill of the library air.

"It is not nothing. You know it", Tom insisted politely and quietly. He slid two books towards you with a meaningful look.

"The Wand and its Swish. Vol.IV by Henchard Yardley"
"Proliferation: Spells and their Uses. Co-authored by Arsiz Walif and Sheesham Tender"

You took the offered books, returning the look. Ever since he accepted your friendship, he had become more polite and oddly flattering. Maybe because he did not have any true friends in his life. Maybe he did not know how to act as a friend, so he only did what he knew best. Or maybe he was showing a part of him he never shows to anyone else. Or maybe, just maybe it was all an act.

Your soft smile faltered but you shook yourself out of the last thought. It was a terrifying one.

•

"Yes this one...", you tapped your finger over a paragraph.

"The incantation is replifloris. The spell functions by temporarily accelerating the mitotic potential of the..."

The wind felt like sweet kisses on your skin as they came forth from the open windows. You raised your eyes to look at how concentrated Riddle was to explain the spell to you. One of his hands was kept casually on the page he was reading, another cradling his battered quill. He explained oh so sweetly. In this moment, there didn't seem a threat, a dark danger lurking underneath this newfound friend.

Was this really happening? Had you truly befriended Tom Riddle?

Was history going to change?

Were you successful then?

Was it supposed to be this easy?

"Anything else?"

You snapped out of your reverie and shook your head, maybe slightly hurriedly than you should have. Whether Riddle felt your lack of attention, he did not show it and promptly returned to his work.

You felt you needed to be sure that Riddle is changing before you can call it a success.

"Can we take a break?", it came out as a timid request rather than a casual suggestion from one friend to another.

Riddle's quill stopped moving.
"It has only been an hour." He seemed too bored to take a break and too enthusiastic to continue his work. Though you had a feeling, he'd rather do this entire job alone, you overstepped the thought.

"Exactly! It has been one long hour!". You continued when Riddle did not say anything and kept blankly looking at you.

"Studies have found our mind works better if we take frequent rests between our works",

"I have never required rest to make my brain work better. It has always been the contrary to me" Riddle said mechanically without blinking, as if it was obvious.

What is he? A humanoid Robot?

The sweet air from earlier was suddenly feeling itchy on your skin. Images of Evie propped up in your mind along with the idea of buttermilk and hot chocolate, a lot of things to talk about and the cozy Slytherin common room.

"Don't you sleep? That is resting as well, you're saying as if-",

"I have patrolling duties at night", Riddle was not insisting, he was simply stating what he does in a very robotic manner.

"I'm sure they don't make you patrol the whole night"

And suddenly Riddle smiled, that sweet, timid smile which was so enticing. "I apologise, I did not mean that I expect you or anyone else for that matter to follow a habit I had formed from my younger days. You are certainly free to take a break if you wish. My rest is my work."

Minutes passed by and Riddle went on doing his part of the assignment with deep concentration. You felt guilty about disturbing him any further, however your goal here was not to provide Tom Riddle with a more comfortable space to grow into the Dark Lord but to take over the uncomfortable bit and stop him, divert him, change him.

"Hogwarts has never had a Head Boy quite like you",

"I am just doing my duty with honesty", Riddle said quietly and went back to his work again.
"Are you acquainted with my predecessors?", he did not stop writing or look up at you.

"Er no I simply heard more nice things about you than any one else. Not even about the Head Girl",

"From?", Riddle looked up with a strange intensity in his gaze,

"F-from everyone in general", you did not know why your heart rate sped up. He lowered his eyelids and continued writing. You gave a moment of silence before speaking again, calming yourself.

"I'm sure the reason for your popularity is your honesty and integrity. Not to mention the willingness and urgency to help anyone in need,"
You took a slow breath,
"You do reflect the best of human qualities"

Such distinguished irony is rare.

Your brain seemed to have taken a side against you, and you ignored it saying it is just for the assurance. He will flare up and show signs if he still believes in his inhuman ideologies.

Riddle met your eyes and paused his quill.

Anytime now

The wind held its breath, the air was waiting.

Please

Riddle smiled.

"I'm merely just another poor soul trying to do what I am asked of. But thank you for the compliment."

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The skies were a grumbling grey. It could pour again like last night. The mood of the crowd was in a rather happier state however, given the early notice of no class today. The announcement had been made in the Great Hall by Headmaster Dippet. According to him, the attack carried out cruelly in the humble village of Hogsmeade had shaken students and staff alike. To recover from that shock and also as a form of showing respect to the valiant students who fought and were injured in the course and are currently recovering in the hospital wing. You didn't know how to feel about that bit of news. Maybe it was all for the good.

You took your time going up to the owlery. The subscription form was duly filled up. Humming and brushing the uneven walls with your fingers on your way, you went up.

"Morning (_____)", it was Zabini, descending the steps.

"Morning to you too Jordan", you smiled brightly, "I hope you're not being too hard on yourself today",

Jordan blushed a little, "well quidditch demands it",

You waved your hand dismissing the excuse, "yeah sure it does, but your health comes first", you patted him on the shoulder "I'm just worried. Yesterday you didn't look too well"

Jordan nodded, "see you later then"

•

The owlery was one hell of a space; the smell was an amalgamation of owl droppings, sweaty feathers, dead mice and other small prey. Though the cylindrical high tower was airy, the air was heavily fumed with the pungent odour.

Slapping a palm over your nose, you looked around for the usual messenger owls. These magical creatures sure had brains to think, for they understood you did not have a pet of your own and one ruffle feathered, dusty coloured owl swerved down to perch on your shoulder.

"Hello there sweetie", you stroked its feathers, smoothening them under your touch. You brought the hooting owl to sit on your arm and let it hold the offered form in its beak.

"You're so beautiful!," you scratched the owl but it hooted angrily and turned its head.

Are most Hogwarts species not accustomed to acts of love?

"Could you submit this form to...", heck, you didn't know where to submit these forms. The owl had turned his head and with its large dark shiny brown eyes looked at you. It blinked once.

"I'm sorry I don't know where to submit the subscription form for the Daily Prophet", you held your gaze earnestly on the perched owl.
"Could you help me please?"

The owl hooted, this time it was not of anger and it took off, flew into the vast expanse of the world beyond. You kept your hands at the sides of the large arched windows looking out, as the owl got smaller and smaller and out of sight.

This world is truly magical. With or without spells.

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Breakfast was a rainy affair since it has started to pour the moment you entered the Great Hall for breakfast. Your Transfiguration assignment partner -now your friend- as usual did not turn up for breakfast. He had accepted your friendship and never failed to acknowledge you, in the halls, corridors, classrooms or even outside in the ground. He was polite and ever helpful. You did not have any arguments with him in the last week after he accepted your friendship proposal. Everything fell in place, everything was as it was supposed to be, alright, perfect, too perfect. Everything was okay, but then why did you feel nothing was okay?

Since you had no classes today, you decided to roam about the castle. Many of the Slytherins were grouped around the common room fire, some were reading, the students of other houses were seen sitting and reading in the courtyard, some playing games, many were in the library and some others in the quidditch ground which included Zabini as well. It was a quiet Monday. Though students were around and about, it didn't buzz or chatter as the usual days.

Maybe it's the pouring

You thought and rummaged through your bag in your dormitory. The first drawer of your bedside table was neatly arranged and decluttered after about a month. The second drawer and your two bags were left to be reorganized. And then you would accompany Evie -who was eating a late breakfast, having woke up hours after you- roaming about the castle.

"Oh what's this?", you have lately formed a very nasty habit of forgetting things. Picking up a bundle wrapped in brown paper tied with a string, you turned it around in your hand. One pull of the shorter end of the string and it came off clean.

You closed your eyes in exasperation and left a controlled sigh. "How could I forget?", muttering under your breath you continued your chore. However, your hands had sped up.

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The chill air beautifully ruffled your neatly done hair. Evening strolls in the halls are majestic. But you were here for a little pending work. Once it was done you could always come back to the ever enchanting weather.

The library was empty except for some various intensities of Hermiones who insist on studying and reading even on off days. A regular habit and routine of working with Riddle at his favourite corner of the library, led you mechanically to that spot, knowing he'd be there.

"Can I disturb you for a moment?",

Riddle looked up from the heavy volume he had laid opened in front of him. It wasn't something restrictive or dark you gathered since he took no bother to close it.

"Yes?"

"Er...", you took a seat opposite him without asking him. Being friends should not require such formalities. His eyes followed you without blinking once.
"Um... Soo", you fidgeted with the earlier bundle with your fingers. Since that was under the table, he couldn't know about it.

"We've been friends for a while now and I think friends should help each other. You've done your part, you've helped me", you smiled, "now I should do something for you too. You never ask for help so I didn't know what I could probably assist you with so I did what I thought would help you a little", you kept the bundle on the table and slid it towards him.

"I brought these for you from the last Hogsmeade trip", Riddle watched the bundle without emotion. Your expectant smile and bright gaze faltered a little. Do friends always remain cold when provided with a gift?

He doesn't know what friendship is, perhaps that is why he doesn't know how to react.

You gulped and waited for his reaction.
"Open it", you merely asked. He glanced briefly at you before holding the package and opening it swiftly,
"Do you like them? All your quills are weathered, I thought you could do with a new set",

"I apologise, I cannot accept them", he slid them back to you.

"Why not?", the bridge of your nose was faintly aching,
"Are they not to your liking?",

"They are beautiful, no doubt. But, I can manage with my existing set", he gave a finalized smile.

You suddenly felt very bold. "I'll not take no for an answer. It's a demand from me that you use them". If he truly considers you as his friend then you did have some amount of authority over him as one.

"Demand?",

"Yes, only from a friend to another". You looked on hopefully. After long minutes which felt like hours, Riddle took the beautifully tied assorted set of Quills, picked one from the batch, inked it and wrote something in a parchment. He kept the rest in his stationery pouch.

"Thank you!", you smiled brightly.

"I usually don't accept presents from anyone. As someone in my position, this may be... misinterpreted ", he paused, "however, I am willing to keep this little exchange between us a private affair just as we have kept other secrets too", he finally smiled, "wouldn't you?", his gaze has assumed that strange intensity again.

You knew exactly what secret he was talking of. You had half a mind to tell him you remember everything and yet you'd keep it a secret.

"This little exchange will be a secret if you want but I don't know what other secrets you are talking of", you smiled awkwardly as if trying to remember any other shared secrets between you. That strange gaze subsided. "I only meant the tricks and tips we use in our assignments to get the best grade", he clarified. You nodded with a smile.

"Well I'll leave you to your study then. Bye".

Riddle offered a brief smile and returned to the volume.

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There was still one hour until dinner and so you decided to take a detour to the Great Hall. Evie was currently busy in finishing all the work she was lagging behind in, due to her missing classes.

The second floor hall ended in a small turret with a singular spiral staircase. Since the walls were covered with portraits, you gathered this place must be in use. By now you have understood, any part of Hogwarts that did not have any portraits or wall sconces were a synonym for potential danger.

You stepped on to the staircase through the rectangular opening and started descending. You held on to the railing a little tighter once you noticed that the end of the staircase wasn't visible, it seemed to go on and on, below and above.

After some ten minutes of descending, when you were sure that you are nearing the dungeons, a certain smell wafted to you; your mouth started watering. Suddenly images of cheezy macaroni, Schezwan noodles, chicken tender, rice cakes, pumpkin juice and butterbeer propped up in your mind. Smacking your lips you stepped off, and let the appetizing aroma lead you.

The corridor was absolutely empty. Not that you minded in the least, rather you were thankful for it. The pear in the fruit basket was waiting for your tickle. Grinning, you reached out and performed the ritual. Noiselessly the portrait slid open, drowning you in its mouth watering scent.

"May I come in?", you asked, stopping yourself moments before entering, cautious of not causing an offense.

All the Elves, deeply engrossed in their work looked up and at you. One of them ; a tiny one with rather large ears and rounded eyes, bowed a little and approached you timidly,

"Yes Miss may come in", the little darling grasped your hand in both of its tiny wrinkly ones and beckoned you forward.

"Yes yes we be happy if you come! We be more happy if you bring your friends miss!", squealed another nearby,

"All are welcome here", this voice, though of an Elf, was not conventional in its tone or language. To your right an Elf, presumably their leader or in charge of the overall work, stood with his hands clasped at the back. He wore a black apron with Hogwarts crest.

"We Elves, do not restrict movement of students or staff here". He spoke in low and heavy tones. There was pin drop silence inside the kitchen. Some elves were looking timidly at their leader, others glanced towards you in uncertainty.

"However, we may impose prohibition of entrance on anyone, who chooses to exploit our generous behaviour and lenient nature. You are free to come, eat, take away or even stay here as long as you like but",

Such eloquence? Was he mentored by Riddle? Did Riddle teach the elves how to be leaders 101?

"Any kind of disturbance would cause you or anyone to lose that privilege". The Elf you noticed now, was wearing sleek rectangular glasses perched on his tiny nose. He seemed to be the oldest amongst the lot; the white whiskers in his eyebrows, in the ears and chin, well it explained his authority. He went away without a word. Because of some unexplained reason, the old elf was limping.

The breath seemed to return to the kitchen and its general crowd once he was out of sight.

"Don't mind him Miss! He's a bit crack in the head", whispered one near your ears.

"Yes yes doesn't know how to speak to the masters!",

"Sometimes I feel like banging this pan on his head!", came one wringing a pan in her hand.

"Don't s-s-say that, what if h-he heard!?"

"Has no manners! You know Miss, my grandmother taught me...." And so it went.

You cleared your throat, "I'm craving for some chicken ramen--", "rightaway miss!!", you felt your hands getting pulled at different directions. "No she'll have ours!", "what do you mean, get away Frosky! We have already prepared the ramen come with us miss!"

"Meeky will bang the pan on your head if you not give miss to us!"

•

A loud burp and you were laughing. The laughter, rich in happiness echoed off the walls of the empty corridor as you struggled to walk to the dungeons. After a lot of fights and arguments, they had decided it best to provide you with something of what each cooked and boom! A five course meal had been presented in front of you in no time.

You didn't have the heart to say no to them. The way they were looking expectant for a feedback. You ate all and finished your dinner in the kitchens. You made a few friends there; Frosky, the talkative one, Meeky, absolutely opposite of what her name suggested, Teddy, always was on his toes, alert of any change in your nature or anything you might want, Gwenny, Sharky and Keetos. You did not meet their leader again but from your friends came to know he was very strict, doesn't talk at all, you were new to the kitchen so he came by himself to lay down the rules and that his name is Kranky. He was usually the one to talk with the Headmaster if anything regarding the Elves aroused. He was among the first generations of the Elves who worked at Hogwarts after its foundation.

With filled belly that was bulging out a little, you merrily hummed and grinned with the recently made memories.

"I'd take a shortcut if I were you", came a dreamy voice from behind. You turned around.

"Hi?", you said awkwardly. She was most probably the grandmother of Luna Lovegood. Her look was focused at you and yet not completely on you, her head was upturned a little and she was smiling.

"Your soul looks full", she said in that dreamy voice.

"I- I saw you in the Great Hall, but I don't know your name", you asked not knowing what to say in this peculiar situation you've fallen into.

"Nova Ashfern", she held out her hand and you accepted it.

"Come", instead of leaving your hand after the handshake, she pulled you with her. A few turns and you faced that infamous corridor,

"The cursed corridor? Isn't it out of bounds?",

"Magic is out of bounds but we do not stop learning it", she said without looking at you. Nova still hadn't let go of your hands even after reaching the spot; the silvers of her rings pressing into your skin felt cold. She urged you with her as she stepped into the corridor. Though you had second thoughts about it, you didn't resist.

"Why is it known as the cursed corridor?", you asked after long minutes of silence.

"It has been cursed when a veela fell in love with a wizard from Hogwarts and they used to meet here secretly. When she came to know he had someone else in his heart, she cursed this corridor and left this school", Nova said as if she was the third wheel among them.
"It is the veela's curse. No one would tell you this",

Appointing the Lovegoods as judges and jury would solve all the mysteries and problems of the world.

They'd bring evidences for things that don't exist.

"Magic too doesn't exist for muggles but that doesn't stop it from existing for us", you whipped your head around. Did she just read your thoughts?!

"Don't worry I get a lot of these", again she was not looking at you.

You didn't say anything, as she took you through the corridor and out of it infront of the dungeons. Once under the light of castle, you heaved a sigh.

"Thank you", you offered politely and a little guiltyly to her. Nova held one of your hands, "you need better friends",

What in the Sybil Trelawney was happening!

She didn't explain herself further and you didn't enquire anymore to keep your sanity. Nova left as if she didn't just turn your brains around, and she had the audacity to skip and hop.

Lovegoods more like wirelessmoods

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Dragging yourself up to your dormitory, you flopped down on the bed. Evie's bed was empty as the owner was herself working into late night with assignments down in the common room.

"Ouch", sometimes prickled your finger in the dark.
You lumos-ed your wand and placed the light on the bed. There was something.

A bunch of white roses. Its thorn had pricked you.

But who?

There was a note attached to its stem. You unrolled it with your better hand, sucking on the blood of the finger meanwhile.

~Thank you for the quills ~

•

You went to bed with a mind absolutely free of any doubt you may have had on Riddle's friendship. Not to mention you were grinning like an idiot.

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Hues of emeralds around, at a little corner a little vase with brilliantly white roses. They did not need watering, somehow charmed to be never wilting but ever blooming. You watered them nonetheless, love needed no reason to be taken care of.

Days passed with you waking up to the first and the most beautiful present you ever received while here. Perhaps you had secured the most precious friendship of the century. Maybe the future was going to be changed.

_

"What. A. Torture," you gritted through your teeth as you hustled off to the Astronomy Tower after the Care of Magical Creatures class, with hardly a minute to spare in between. You clutched the strap of your bag tightly, bracing yourself for the next array of classes till evening.

Truth be told, you did not enjoy burying your nose in books, assignments, and parchments most of the time. Yes, there was a lot to be learned about magic. However, the truth was, you were not a born witch—your powers had only been granted to you temporarily. Some of the books were interesting, you agreed, but there was much more to explore in magic than just theory. There was a dilemma. As the latter was more inviting, given the conditions of your stay, you often found yourself on the seventh floor behind the large clock of Hogwarts, around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, in the Hogwarts kitchen, or even in other unexplored places of the castle.

Halloween was just a fortnight away, and the rains were heavier than ever; even the Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology classes were brought indoors to one of the spare classrooms. Broken-spirited Quidditch players went about in a gloomy mood, frequently staring up at the sky in hope.

One good thing in all this was your solidified friendship with Riddle. Working with him had proved far more effective than you’d imagined. For one, it was only halfway through October, and both of you were already finished with this month’s Transfiguration assignment. The practice hadn’t taken long to perfect, since he was a hardworking and unusually gifted wizard—and you were already extremely powerful, as it stood. Though you had to pretend failures initially, just to avoid raising suspicion.

It was the last day of practice and time for a final revision of the entire assignment. Riddle had chosen an empty classroom for both of you. It was your turn to cast the spell, and it worked perfectly.

"Well! That brings this to a very satisfying end!" you chirruped. "I'm excited for what our next assignment may bring!"

"Are you certain there are no errors in your part of the assignment?" Riddle asked, tidying the lightly disorganised parchments with a flick of his wand.

"Absolutely. But of course, you can check it if you want," you smiled at him, though his back was turned.

"I always check any assignment before submitting. That’s out of the question," he snapped. You flinched at the sudden rudeness.

"I— Is there any problem?" you asked slowly.

"Of course not. What made you think so?" Riddle furrowed his brows at you, innocently. He pocketed his wand and tucked the assignment under his arm.

"You should return to your dormitory. Curfew is in a few minutes," he stepped a little closer. You stepped back involuntarily, oddly intimidated. "Surely, you wouldn't want to lose points for our house." He offered a very small smile and left the classroom in long, effortless strides.

Was that a threat?

In the five days since he’d gifted you that bunch of roses, Riddle hadn’t attempted to discreetly ask anything about the Room of Requirement incident. Nor had he acted any differently—always the helpful, quiet, and responsible Head Boy.

You slowly brought yourself down onto one of the benches. The weekend started tomorrow, and Hogsmeade was open for a half-day on Sunday. You had planned on asking him to join you for a trip to the village.

The giant clock chimed.

It was midnight.

•

"So... Did you ask him?"
You shook your head at Evie, who raised her eyebrows.

The Slytherin dormitory was asleep, except for the two of you. Illuminated only by a single bedside lamp between your beds, you sat cross-legged while Evie lay on her stomach, propped up on her elbows. You had told her everything—about your current friendship with Riddle and working alongside him. Evie was convinced he’d soon be smitten with you. Every time she caught you with him in the corridor, the classroom, or even the library, you almost always had to avoid her gaze—those mischievous eyes gleaming with playful insinuations.

You, of course, paid no heed to her teasing or talk of hidden meanings. To you, Riddle was simply a good friend—nothing more. And you wished to keep it that way, which you were quite sure was what Riddle wanted too.

So many times, you had to dash dear Evie’s hopes to show her the reality. You only wanted to ask Tom to show you around Hogsmeade—have a nice little chat and share two butterbeers. Evie, in all her imaginative flair, had already started viewing the upcoming (and still unconfirmed) trip as the certain beginning of a schooltime romance.

Naturally, her hopes drowned in the Black Lake the moment you confirmed you hadn’t asked Tom.

"Why not?"

"I don't think the time is right."
If you were being honest with yourself, Riddle’s behaviour earlier had hurt a little—but you weren’t about to admit that.

"There's no such thing as the right time! If you don’t ask him out, how will things ever escalate?"

You sighed.
"Evie, I'm feeling very sleepy. Can we talk tomorrow?"

She inflated like a bubble denied her favourite treat and retreated under the burrow of her blanket. The Slytherin girls’ dormitory sank into complete darkness, lit only by the ethereal emerald hues dancing on the walls as the water of the Black Lake rippled past the windows.

You looked over at Evie’s bundled form, knowing full well she wasn’t asleep. It wasn’t very like Evie to fall asleep on time.

"Will you go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow?" you asked in a low voice—just loud enough for her to hear.
The green bundle stirred, but said nothing.

"I know you’re not sleeping."
Now it was your turn to get under your blanket. But just as you did—

"Fine," came a defiant reply.
You chuckled softly.

_

Dressed casually, in a simple jumper and comfortable bottoms—quite unusual for the fashion of the 50s—you stepped out of the Slytherin common room. Evie followed soon after, touching up the last-minute details of her look.  One could clearly distinguish between the two as one invited to an Elite Ball of prestige, another to the supermarket.

"I understand you haven’t been on many casual outings but..." you scanned her once, "you wouldn’t be cancelled if you wore something simpler. Something easier to carry."

"Cancelled? What am I, a parcel?" she retorted, her neatly done eyebrow conveying expression with immaculate precision.

Right. Those damn Gen-Z terminologies.

Must have picked it up on Instagram.

"I meant cat-called."

Evie suddenly laughed—in a way that made you step back and wonder: Is this really Evie?

She put a hand over her mouth in an attempt to hide her rich, ringing laugh. Was she joking with you? If she was, it was rather successful.

"I’d love to be cat-called. After all, I do fancy myself a cat..." Evie held the little white pearl clutch delicately, "...a black one."

For the first time since your friendship with Evie began, you couldn’t quite understand the woman standing in front of you. The more she spoke, the more judgmentally you scanned her. And she didn’t seem like she was ending this act any time soon.

Well...

Two can play this game.

"Are you sure, mademoiselle, you wouldn’t require a Bentley to travel around the village? I daresay it would be quite tiresome," you said, wiping the sweat off your forehead.

"Would it? In that predicament, you can lend me a hand, little Mary! After all, what is domestic help for?"

You sneered playfully at her.

"You see, I’m standing up for the rights of domestic help. So that is rather out of the question, you see."

You smiled. She smiled. You smiled a little more.

Then she put her arm around yours and pulled you.

"You see, dear lady, the village won’t remain open for our heavenly presence beyond the time allotted," she said in that fake snobbish tone.

"Oh, do pardon me if my hands mistakenly strangle you within the hour with that little bag of yours," you threatened just as sweetly.

"You would pass for a scary gangster, you know," Evie said, finally descending to her lower, earthly self.

You took that as a compliment.

"I might try my hands on you first. The popularity would be valuable to the business."

"Of course," and she hit you with that pearl clutch.

•

You passed through the halls engaging in contagious laughter, inside jokes and playful banter.
There was a queue inside the entrance hall. Everyone in the queue had a familiar slip in their hands. You and Evie exchanged looks.

Mr. Bernar, usually in charge of checking the permission slip for Hogsmeade Trip, doesn't make the students stand in a queue, for he is half the time not available on the days of the trips. Mr. Bernar, unlike Filtch is very irregular regarding his duties. As a lucky consequence, many students are able to slip out without permission. Though not for long, since Mr Bernar always checks the slip at the time of returning to the school. He has a very queer way of keeping discipline, you had gathered. He equalled Filtch only in the intensity and willingness of giving punishments.

"I heard he is not as clumsy as that Bernar can get", said a girl in hushed tones to her curly hair friend, ahead in the queue.

"Who's checking the slips?", you asked no one in general,

"It's the Head Boy, what's his name? Tom something..." answered a crestfallen boy with ginger hair, who was passing you at that time.

Noticing a satchel on his shoulder, you understood he was perhaps not allowed to go.

"He didn't allow you?", you asked and the boy stopped in his tracks, looked around and furiously said,

"What else does this look like?", he pointed to his bag,
"All my friends got through! I told him... him that I've got written permission from a professor who knows me personally!", he was heaving,

"That bloke! What does he think of himself? When Mr Bernar allowed me all these days!", fuming he stomped off the entrance hall.

You bit your lips in anticipation. "Evie did you bring yours?", She pulled up her slip.

"You didn't...",

"I forgot", you admitted. Evie clicked her tongue.
"What will you do now?",

You smirked, "accio Hogsmeade permission slip!", a thin yellowish paper slip flew into your hands. Evie gave you a look as you pocketed it. The line ahead was thinning, it would be soon your turn.

"You'll have to show it you know?", Evie said lowly,

"We'll see about that", you had other ideas.

Riddle stood near the entrance, neatly uniformed with his gleaming Head Boy batch on his Hogwarts cloak. He had a levitating board with a list on it. It seemed he checked it every time a student showed their slip and got permission. Checking the list, he held out his hand. Evie produced her slip. Riddle scrutinized the slip and waved his wand over the little parchment, probably checking for fraud.

"You may go", Riddle allowed, giving back the slip to its owner and Evie stepped out into the sun, waiting for you to join her. As expected, Riddle held out his hand again for your slip.

"Er... I don't have a permission slip", you lied. It was at this point that Riddle looked up from his list and at you. As soon as you met his eyes, you smiled helplessly.

"How were you allowed for your last trips?", he asked in that same mechanical voice he uses with everyone outside his range of advantage. No hint of emotions left his eyes.

"I- had a written permission of a professor",

"Show it", he stated flatly.

"I lost it", you knew deep down it was a lost cause. However, hope still reigned in your heart that maybe, maybe he would allow you for the sake of your friendship. In the least, he'd understand your predicament and offer a solution.

"I'm afraid, I cannot allow you in that case", he dismissed and looking ahead at the others behind you calmly called "next". You were pushed to the side by others behind you.

"Riddle, Riddle?", he barely glanced at you,

"Tom, I'm sure you could do something", you said to him, while he checked and scrutinized the slip of the next person.

"Are you listening to me?",

Riddle furrowed his eyes in mild irritation and looked at you coldly, "you are interrupting my work here. If this behaviour persists I'll have to report you", and he went back to his duty.

"But, but you can help me can't you?",

"Can't you?",

Riddle acted oblivious to your presence and your pleas. You felt a lump in your throat and a familiar aching descended on the bridge of your nose. You blinked the tears away.

"Why ask for the written permission, if you are going to deny her anyway?", It was Evie, who spoke, loud and sharp enough for the general buzz and chatter to fade. All eyes were on her.

You looked away, somehow you did not want to look at Riddle anymore.

"Miss Macquoid, is it?", Riddle asked slowly,

"Yes it is. And she is my-"

"You are in no power to question the authority given to me by the Headmaster. And if my conduct displeases you, you are free to lodge a complaint.", all ears were on Riddle, people were edging away too, "I daresay, he would trust the Head Boy more than an irregular student. Good luck". The argument was closed. He made sure it was. Riddle always had the last word.

Evie looked embarrassed and looked elsewhere. You suddenly felt very bold. Pushing aside the boy currently showing his slip, you produced yours and thrust it on Riddle's hand.

"There it is, I hope you're satisfied", he coldly glared at you for a moment, checked the slip and waved his hand in a gesture of allowance. You took Evie by the arm and strode away.

_

You were fuming all the way to The Three Broomsticks. Evie had not spoken a word since. Maybe she understood the gravity of the situation, maybe she was still mortified enough to not have the courage to speak up. Whatever the reason, she merely followed you silently in to the shop.

Choosing a corner table for two, you sat down with Evie across you.

"I'll go and order the butterbeers", you started to stand up but Evie held your wrist.

"No, I'm going", and before you could protest, she went off to the bartender; a young Irish gentleman with shabby clothes and a strong accent of his origin.

The charmed lilies that sat in a corner of the table met your eye and you looked away. Evie came back soon enough, the shop was after all not as much crowded as one would expect. Their business must be running low, for the fear of sudden attacks lingered and trips allowed from the castle were fewer.

"Brought some snacks too", she murmured as if scared, even this may lead to some unwanted insults. You forced to calm yourself down.

"It's alright, let's forget what happened", you took the snacks, "and don't you believe a word of what that troll head said", you took deep breaths,
"He haven't learnt how to speak. No wonder he has no friends", and now you were talking to yourself.

"But he roams around with a lot of other boys", Evie said. Of course she doesn't have any idea.

"I don't think they are good friends though. Anyway, what is it to us?"

"What are you doing about the potions homework?", Evie asked eager to change the subject and you obliged.

Hours passed talking about all things un-Riddlish. A little bit of shopping on your way back and a nice chat with Jazz and Rose whom you met on your way, the trip went smoothly.

"Oh!", Evie exclaimed suddenly mid conversation.

"What?",

"I forgot I need to visit the apothecary". Right at the gates to the castle, she remembers this. You shook your head in polite indignation.

"Is it urgent?", you were little concerned about returning to the school before the time limit. And half day was nearly over.

"Yes", she pleaded, "if I don't restock some of the basic ingredients I'll not be able to attend the next class "

"You'll have to be quick",

"I promise!", and Evie nearly sprinted back to the village; her shopping bags left on the ground near your feet.

Students were getting back in flocks. The sun was setting in the west, though a little faster for your liking. Birds were returning to their homes with a last cry of the afternoon. You met Alfred, Rose , Jazz and Matilda as they passed the gates with their respective groups. Your friendship with them has been made prominent by the fact, however, that they halted in their return trips to enquire about you and why were you so eager to break the rules by standing there where you should be getting back.

And you had to always repeat, "I'm waiting here for Evie, she's a few last minute items to buy",

"Don't worry I'll be inside in a minute"

"Yes yes I won't be long"...

"Shouldn't you be getting back to the school?", this was a voice that you had least expected to hear today, especially in the present condition; Cortia.

"Yes I'm waiting for my friend, she'll be back soon",

Cortia smiled briefly which felt very formal. " I hope your friend wouldn't keep you waiting much. I've heard the Head Boy isn't lenient".

Cortia went away, her messy bun getting even more messier in the twilight breeze, her form petite than you've last seen her and she was carrying a small black coloured pouch.

"Come on let's go", someone tapped on your shoulder. It was then that your realised you had been staring at Cortia's retreating back long enough to not notice Evie's return. You had been too stunned to even reply to Cortia. Her sudden presence and rarer talk had rendered you absolutely speechless.

_

The evening was filled with the rustling sound of heavy rain falling on ground, the ceiling and against the glass panes of the windows. You sat finishing the herbology essay with Evie in the common room. Homework was heavy on routine and you two weren't the only ones to be found in hustling through the assignment. For the limiting weather left no other option than to wander indoors and the Slytherins decided to finish their pending work before school started tomorrow.

"how are you faring in the transfiguration assignment? I'll tell you mine... Oh what a headache! That blithering idiot! Can't even spell 'transfiguration' properly!", Evie was exasperated and she had to keep her voice down to avoid overhearing in the crowded common room. "... That Goyle I tell you, must have some influence to be able to stay at Hogwarts and study , or if not then Hogwarts must be doing a charity to let some shit head see what having brains look like".

You snorted.

"I have to do most of the work since I can't trust even a bit of parchment around him. He thinks everything he can touch and see is edible,"

"Why don't you talk to professor Dumbledore then?",

"He seems to think that Goyle needs a positive influence in his life and apparently I'm the best suited candidate", she smiled sarcastically.

"Well then someone will have a romantic change soon", you shouldered her. One eating literal shit couldn't have made a better expression than what Evie did. "Please give me poison before that happens".

"Anyway what about you?", Evie asked shaking herself out of Goyle related thoughts, "you're working with the top student, that must be extremely helpful"

"It is it is. To tell you the truth, we finished this month's assignment. And we're going to submit it this upcoming week", you felt a little proud to be ahead of your classmates in atleast one aspect. Evie's eye widened, "you're joking",

"I'm not", you laughed.

"Show me then", Evie demanded with a smile,

"Well I can't show you his portion of course, but mine I can manage and", you leaned near her ears, "I wouldn't mind if you take help too. It's written from the best study materials I assure you",

"I'd just see it. I will do my assignment with my own research", Evie said politely. You nodded, "I'll bring my portion in a minute". Hastily organising your half done herbology homework, you left the common room in a flash.

•

"where is he?", you muttered to yourself as you came out of the library. Somehow, your early anger on Riddle faded out as the day progressed. You found justifying his behaviour in the morning. That of course he was doing his duty, and since he is one of the most responsible student of Hogwarts, he couldn't possibly let go of his duties for friend just like that, that it would mean potentially risking his reputation as a rule abiding student. And that, maybe he would have helped you go without the permission if there were no students around. Surely, he could not have showed favouritism in front of so many students.

You ascended to the seventh floor and started looking for him from there. You felt a little guilty about your behaviour in the morning, most importantly your very cringe desperate behaviour.

No wonder Riddle is irritated at me. Any friend would be.

You met him on the ground floor, emerging from the staff room on the other end of the corridor with a thick roll of parchment. You quickly walked over to him.

"Hi!"

"Yes?", Riddle stopped and looked at you.

"I- can we talk?",

"No. I'm rather busy at the moment", he strode past you. You followed after him, struggling to keep up with his pace.

"Look I know you are mad at me about the morning, well I shouldn't have done that I know, and I'm sorry". Riddle kept on walking without looking back, without replying.

"I mean I didn't do anything barbarous for you to act like this!"

No reply.

"Tom! I am right here you know!",

He sharply turned around with the usual cold look. You had to stop yourself to avoid bumping into him.

"Do you need something?", he asked in a tone unaffected by anything you said seconds ago.

You opened your mouth, closed it and opened it again, "yes, my transfiguration assignment",

"I need to make a few changes in my writing", you added as an excuse.

"That cannot be done, I'm afraid",

What?

"Why?",

"Because I have already submitted the assignment"

You furrowed your eyes in absolute confusion. What is he speaking? What is happening?

"What do you mean by that?",

"Precisely what you have heard and understood",

You suddenly felt a wave of rage pass over you.

"Why?",

"Since you left your assignment with me last night, with the assurance you've made all the necessary changes and that you have revised it" you started to say something to interrupt him but he continued with little more intensity,

"I also have your assent, to make any further changes as I should see fit. And so I don't see why I should not have submitted the assignment",

"Maybe because we both contributed in it and had decided to submit it together",

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I've never given my word to that, nor-", he paused for effect, "is this a mandatory rule implemented by professor Dumbledore. As far as my knowledge goes, working together as a team counted more than submitting as one",

You couldn't bring yourself to counter that. It is true you had taken it for granted that since you both were doing the assignment together, it is only natural that you submit together. But he never gave his word on that. True. It was also true that overwhelming emotions were also making you unable to think rationally, that you should not be this affected by a mere submission. True that you were fighting your urge to shout at him. True that you felt something breaking inside you as you tried to hold on to it. True that you always knew it was always broken, only you imagined a different picture.

Riddle, understanding you had nothing else to say, turned back and resumed his journey to wherever that he was headed to. But you, despite your emotional state, were not going to give in that easily.

"We were doing the assignments together all these days and it is only natural that we submit it together. You should at the least have bothered to get my permission-"

"I already mentioned, you gave your assent yesterday"

"To making changes yes! But not about submitting it!",

"Well then I cannot help it any further"

"You should!", you nearly shouted. Riddle raised his eyebrows at you. The first hint of emotion leaving his being.

"You are no one to tell me what I 'should'", Riddle said icily, his indifferent nature cracking, "I think I cleared that this morning"

"Of course I am!", your breathing had got faster somewhere in between all these, "I am your friend!"

"And what do you expect me to do about it?"

"You're my friend too! Friends do all these things together-"

"I am not your friend",

"but you accepted my friendship"

"I said you may consider yourself as my friend. I never said I will". Riddle's indifference had returned. The argument was over.

Down in the dungeons, the small vase on your bedside table was left with only the water.

_

Chapter Text

"Miss (____)?"

Someone shook your arm. You looked up with a jolt, as if suddenly pulled out from a daze of nothingness. The wise little professor standing at the top of the class was looking at you over his round spectacles.

You stood up abruptly. "Y-yes, sir?" The attention of the entire class was on you. You fidgeted with your toes under the footstand of the bench.

Professor Flitwick cleared his throat. "You are to enlighten us with the definition of the Conjuration Charms, Miss (____)."

"Uh... Conjuration Charms..." Through your peripheral vision, you caught Evie, who had ducked her head down, mouthing something urgently towards you.

"It's alright, you may sit down," Professor Flitwick said kindly and returned to the rest of the class. "Can anyone else answer the question? Yes, Mr. Riddle?"

"Thank you, Professor. The Conjuration Charms are a set of..."

You inked your newly acquired Pavo Amicus quill and continued scribbling on the last page of your journal. The bee that had your attention moments ago buzzed off beyond the canvas of the window beside your bench.

The bright ray of sunlight that streaked your cheeks dulled in brilliance, giving way to a chain of heavy clouds threatening to drown the Earth.

"Excellent! Ten points to Slytherin! Just as Mr. Riddle pointed out..."

You closed the journal, folded your arms on the table, and nuzzled your head comfortably onto them, closing your eyes.

Idiot.

I'm a bloody idiot.

_

"So do you need a shroud or something?".

You ignored Evie's comment as she came down to join you in a quiet corner of the courtyard. It was drizzling, the scent of the moistened soil was refreshing, though treading through the gooey consistency of the grounds was a chore.

Evie snatched away the book from your lap.

"Oy!" You jolted up again. It seemed like, you had fallen into the habit of getting electrocuted reactions every time someone interacted with you.

"Will you come back to normal!", Evie asked worriedly, and levitated the book out of your reach.

"please just leave me alone and give it back", though you stood up after the sudden assault, you did not feel any energy to pursue the fight. Neither did you have any motivation.

"No, I'll not be leaving you alone!" and Evie did what she usually does, something unforeseeable. She gripped your wrist tightly and started dragging you with her.

Lazily you let yourself get dragged away. You passed the Great Hall, quickly descending to the dungeons, the potions classroom, in front of the old hag's portrait, through the empty common room, up the staircase to the girl's dormitory and were roughly shoved on to the bed.

Muffliato-ing the air around you, Evie took the space beside you. Placing her hands gently on your shoulder, she moved you around,

"(_____)",

You looked up in response, your mind, blank.

"Listen to me"

You nodded once.

"How long do you plan to stay like this?"

"Like what?", You found yourself staring beyond Evie's blurry head, catching on to a tiny carved design on the window pane.

"Like this! Always lost, always sullen, always...", she sighed heavily,

"It's not for long Evie. Let me come back naturally",

"But this is not natural !", she looked around frantically thinking of something.

"(_____)", she urged politely, cocooning your hand in both of her warm ones.
"I know it stings, someone you thought was a friend, when they betray you",

Your vision got oddly blurry and you were blinking rather fast.

"If the Unforgivables were not illegal, I would not have thought before using them on that *(she said something I cannot put into words)*. However, all I can really do now (_____), is comfort you in any way possible", even through the blurry vision, Evie's earnest look was apparent.

Evie continued once she realised you were not going to respond. You feared you'd choke on your words if you did.

"You've been inattentive in all the classes, even the professors have started noticing it (____)! This cannot go on",

Your hands felt the icy sting of the air as Evie hurried over to her bag beside her bedside. The soft inviting pillow on your bed, looked tempting. To sleep and to just sleep was all you wanted. To forget, to remain in a peaceful bliss, where you had no worries of life-threatening missions, no worries of befriending cold hearted monsters, no, where you can just be yourself, relaxed and comfortable.

Something hit you roughly in the face.

"Pack your essentials", you were suddenly brought to the present by this very strange demand.

"What?", you asked and Evie, already packing her own bag, skipped your stunned face and continued,
"And get ready quickly. I'll be downstairs",

You stood up. This was all very confusing.
"Whoa- wait , what... Where are -"

"No questions",

"But-"

"Do you trust me?", Evie met your eyes with a silent question. You nodded once and she assumed the determined look again.

"Don't be long", her satchel dangling from her shoulder, appropriately dressed for the weather, she left the dorm.

A long silence followed her departure. The sound of soft footsteps descending the staircase outside faded away.

_

"But where are we going!"

"You'll see, eventually" Evie replied in the most casual manner. There was a secretive manner in which she traversed the road; hiding behind pillars to avoid any unnecessary attention of familiar faces, prefects or even the professors, taking rarely used spindly staircases that wobbled dangerously when stepped on and taking longer routes instead of the shorter usual ones to reach a destination only Evie knew. You merely surrendered to her mechanisms.

You looked around with a renewed awe, as you stepped inside a hall you haven't been into earlier. The lancet windows lining the left wall had colourful glass panes and the light coming in through the medium drowned the entire hall in a play of colours; it was almost as if you were caught in a kaleidoscope.

The unscratched, smooth almost slippery stone floor spoke of the hall's rarity of use. The end had been diverted into two paths heading the opposite ways. Evie stopped in front of the end wall, turning neither. Instead she scanned the gargoyle in front of her, adorning the center of the wall.

You stepped back involuntarily as the gargoyle slid sideways at the silent command of Evie's wand and behind it emerged an opening hidden in the shadows.

"How did y-"

"There's no time for that" Evie yanked your arm and pushed you through the dark tunnel. You realised it was a slide when you took the position for crawling, given the narrow passage, and you slid forwards on all fours. It wasn't the most graceful or enjoyable ride for you.

After all most people aren't accustomed to slide in yogic positions.

Evie followed soon after, she must have, for the minimum light inside the tunnel cut off with the closing of the gargoyle. Covering your head with both of your arms, you braced yourself for landing, which could be at any time.

And ending up with a concussion to your head while sneaking out wasn't exactly your thing.

Often when we wander into a route unknown to us, the time takes longer than it is. The landing however, for all the time it took to arrive, did not disappoint you in its nature. The disappointment was for an unexpected consequence of the landing.

•

"Evie, I swear if I catch a cold!" You warned as you fumbled with your drenched coat pockets for your wand. The chilly october air wasn't exactly a consolation either. Evie, for all the sweet audacity of the world, was smiling cheekily.

"Nothing a pepper-up potion can't restore" she said casually.

"Siccatus"

You cast silently, drying off both yourself and Evie. The spell was an effective one, but it didn't eliminate the moist feeling from the body. You noted mentally to search for a better drying up spell.

"Don't tell me you didn't know any other passageways apart from the only one which ended in the black lake"

"I knew but they weren't safe" Evie said as she linked her arm with yours once you've finished drying up the belongings.

"Why, have the professors started using those now?" You felt particularly sarcastic today, after that unwanted dip into icy waters of the Black Lake.

Evie kept her cheeky smile. "No, but they're more heavily guarded. . . hold on to me tightly"

One nauseatic, spiralling, migrane-infusing apparition later

"You should have warned me!" You looked up at Evie after falling on to the hard ground in a bundle of mess, as an aftermath of the apparition.

"Not an expert. Sorry" Evie extended a hand to help you up.

Brushing your clothes, rather roughly, you looked around. A bustling street that runs in a zig zag manner. Shops of various kinds lining the street. The crowd was so thick, the entry doors were not visible. The slightly disproportionate tall structure of the white marbled Gringotts in the distance added the final touch to one of the most finest and busiest wizarding marketplaces.

"Diagon Alley"

"thought this might cheer you up" linking arms once more Evie blended into the crowd with you.

Wizards and witches wearing the most bizarre attires pushed past you. It was the peak hour of marketing. Would be first years gawked at the newly launched comet200 broom put on display. Stooping, frail looking witches in floor length rags were roaming around with an odd assortment of magical trinkets, displayed on their tray; their hawk eyes swiping left and right, waiting to catch the perfect victim. You passed a strong odour of feathers and fur accompanied with a lot of whining, clicking, meowing and hooting sounds; the pet shop. A little ahead, Florean Fortescue's Ice cream parlour was in full bloom.

"Have you tried it before?" Evie asked, her eyes already shining with interest.

"No"

"Thought so" and you were pulled through the crowd into the other direction, towards the shop.

Two large scoops of Dreamwhip Vanilla Cloud (a new flavour of sweet butter and vanilla with honeycream), and Moonberry Fudge (purple coloured ice cream with assorted sprinkles of stars, moons and planets. The immediate taste was sweet and minty leaving a slightly spicy aftertaste and a sudden coolness of breath) were ordered and respectively devoured.

You were actually starting to enjoy this little trip. In all the chaos of that Voldemort and this and that, you had absolutely forgotten your need to visit Diagon Alley for your wand, a pet and other magical things of requirement. After all you had saved up money for this very trip, though you did not expect it to happen this soon. Your exploration of the magical world remained painfully limited only to Hogwarts and the Hogsmeade Village. Setting foot in this busy Alley, in the middle of a jostling crowd, a lot of strange shops with stranger names made you feel very little in the vast canvas of the magical reality.

"Where do you want to visit next?" Evie asked, licking up the last drop of her melted ice cream from the wooden spoon.

You thought for a while. "I think the pet shop"

"Magical Menagerie?"

"I'm not sure about the names but wherever I can get a lot of options to choose from",

"Magical Menagerie it is" Evie nodded to herself.

The pet shop was anything but welcoming, neat, clean and quiet. It was somewhat of an exaggeration of the gryffindor common room after they win a quidditch match. The only difference being the latter not caged up.

"I never preferred the likes of this" Evie was tip toeing into the shop, exceptionally careful of not touching anything, lest she retains the smell for a long time.

"I won't take long" you were already distracted by a certain owl at the end of the top most shelf. Shades of grey hued her feathers. The owl was looking straight at you through the iron bars of its cage.

The weathered looking shopkeeper must have caught on to what was happening as he said moments after "that bad boy eh?". The cage opened up and on to your shoulder flew the owl. He perched quietly and only once nudged your ear. You made your decision.

"I think he's in love with you" Evie teased, and not without reason, for the owl had not for once left your shoulder, instead he had snuggled closer to your head. But that did not stop the owl hooting angrily at Evie, seemingly to her comment.

"How protective!"

"Shut up. Won't you buy a pet?"

"Pet? Me? I look like I'm in dire need of an owner" Evie said in the most melancholic tone.

"Stop I'm not joking, seriously! You can do with one"

"I can barely manage to look after myself. What makes you think I can take care of another creature?" Just then you passed the turn to Knocturn Alley. Evie was giving it an interesting look.

"Have you been there before?" You asked noticing her look.

"I don't want to be homeless"

"Hein?" You scrunched up your face in confusion. What did this alley have to do with her being homeless?

"My father will know if I even put a step in that blasted Alley. From my childhood -even now- I'm never allowed there",

You could understand the concerns.

"So what will you call this little grey monster?" Evie asked eyeing the owl.

"Good question but I haven't thought of a name yet. . . You pretty little boy, what do you want me to call you hmm?" You scratched the soft feathers of the owl's neck. He closed his eyes and made a noise of approval.

Next stop was going to be Ollivander's wand shop. Evie not knowing the damage she had unintentionally caused to your paper roll of a wand, enquired of your current wand upon your suggestion of the shop. Silently apologising to her that you have to lie in order to keep your Identity a secret, you said your current wand wasn't powerful enough and was old considering you've been using it ever since you started learning magic, also that you plan to throw it away. Evie did not doubt your story for once and observed visiting the wand shop earlier would have been wiser.

There was not much crowd outside the dusty, old shop. The dark green colour of its outer wall faded into time. The glass displays, covered with grime and accumulated dust of all the years of its running. Only a little sign red Ollivander's in gold letters and archaic font. A bell tinkled as Evie pushed open the screeching door.

The inside was dark and shadowy. The sudden change of lighting caused difficulty in focusing on the interior of the tiny shop. As your vision got adjusted to the low light, it fell on numerous shelves of rectangular wooden boxes stacked one upon another; the boxes varied in their size and colour with a different number allotted to each box in white. There were some boxes too, you noticed, without those numbers.

"Welcome to Ollivander's. How may I help you?" asked a middle-aged wizard behind the counter; his blonde hair was dirty and roughly tied up into a ponytail at the back, he was wearing shabby clothes of shabbier shades that well suited the air of the shop. His face was however in the dark.

"We're looking for a wand" Evie answered for you.

"Ah you must be Hogwarts students" He said in a wispy voice.

"How did you know?" This time it was you who asked.

"Well there are a few things known and all unknown. Is the wand for you my lady?" He asked politely.

"Yes, show us the best one" Evie said with an air of command. You felt a little bad for Mr Ollivanders, he was after all trying to be polite. 

"All wands here are best and well equipped for the wizard or the witch it chooses" the polite owner did not seem to have taken it as an insult. "Come forward" he directed and you followed. Evie was close behind.

"Hmm let's see" as he bent forwards to study you, the light fell on his face and illuminated the rough lines on the rubbery skin, hollowed eyes with a kind of spark in them and a lot of freckles on his forehead. The small kind eyes held depths of knowledge and wisdom. You struggled to maintain eye contact. Thankfully, he, having studied you, went to the back of the shop muttering to himself.

You and Evie exchanged looks as he balanced a dozen rectangular, dust covered wooden boxes on his arm. He had climbed into the depths of heaven, ascending his wooden ladder, to fetch those boxes.

"Here" said Mr Ollivander, opening one of the lot and pulling out a long, thin and dark wand from its silken covers. "Try this one Miss" The material was cold under your touch. It felt unreal to be holding a real wand, and perhaps even more unimaginable to let a wand choose you.

Is another Harry Potter moment going to happen to me?

"Swish" Evie said, "you have to swish it"

True, you were standing there like an idiot staring at the wand. You swished it and ducked instinctively at the sound of breaking glass.

"No no no" Mr Ollivander took away the wand from you and with a casual flick from his own wand, the broken glasses of the display window repaired themselves.

"hmm... let's try this one" he handed you a white coloured wand, dangerously similar to a noseless prick's one. You did not have to swish it this time as the moment you touched it, the dull chandelier rattled violently and Mr Ollivander snatched back the wand almost immediately.

Evie was fanning herself now, strolling about the stuffy shop. It has been roughly the quarter of an hour and no wand apparently wants to own you. Soon Mr Ollivander will disappear behind the piles of the failed wands on the counter. With each trial, Evie was growing restless, you were growing demotivated and Mr Ollivander was growing more determined. You could not even ask what felt wrong about each wand as he snatched it from you. He only seemed to mutter to himself. Only bits and pieces you could catch on to, though it only made matters more confusing.

"Curious, very curious"

"Hmm... Not very usual"

He was his own customer. The rest are his audience.

You thought bitterly. A warning was slowly finding its way to your mind; you weren't a witch. You hoped that that was not the reason for this constant failure. Having no intention to reveal your identity, since your job here was unfortunately undone, you decided to stop this testing after a few more trials.

"Hmm try this" Another wand. You were sure your arm is going to ache for a week if you tried any more of swishes and flicks. This wand, just like the other ones, felt cold to touch. With a grave sigh, you swished it.

"My dear!" Breathed Mr Ollivander,

Evie had stopped strolling, her hand paused in the imitation of a fan as her eyes widened. The entire shadowed room slowly illuminated, to the extent where Evie had to cover her eyes to avoid permanent damage. A blinding golden light erupted from the tip of your wand, only Mr Ollivander could stare at the rare spectre, although he had to squint. The wand felt warm. Once the blinding quality of the light lessened, Evie joined you to look at the wand and Mr Ollivander bent forwards, outstretching his hand.

You placed the wand on his rough palm. He took it close to his eyes and scrutinized it from every angle. The wand, now you noticed, was also a white one but distinctly apart from the one Lord Voldemort is known to use. This wand was elegant in its design with golden carvings on its head and neck.

"Yes, yes" continued Mr Ollivander,

"Eleven and three-quarter inches, heartstring of a phoenix born in winter fire, unbending, sharp in its loyalty" He looked at you and then back again at the wand, "strange"

You were tired of these cryptic messages. You tried your best to remain polite as you asked, "what is strange Mr Ollivander?" The listener looked up at you as if he just realised there was someone else too apart from him and his very curious thoughts.

"The Phoenix who has provided this wand her heartstring is known to be the only mate of another very curious phoenix" He gently started wrapping the wand in its velvet cover and continued, "one who has given only one tail feather. . .Yew, Thirteen and a half inches".

You knew very well to whom that wand belonged.

"Very curious indeed. If my memory serves me right, it was seven years ago when that wand chose its owner" he nodded to himself. Evie beside you rolled her eyes at all the 'antics'. However, you, knew very well, the association, the implication and the obligation.

•

"Yes yes you first" you cooed as you tore pieces of bread and gave it to the waiting beak of your owl. The Leaky Cauldron wasn't exactly your idea for a perfect lunch place, however you did not complain, given the magical aura of the place and the fact that it was a potential link between the muggle London and Diagon Alley.

"I think I like your wand best out of today's haul" Evie mentioned in between having her lunch. The matte white with gold emblazoned wooden box was stowed away in a deeper corner of your magically enlarged satchel. You had some unexplained disinterest in any talk of your wand. Therefore, it was not very unbecoming of you to divert the topic.

"For me it's him" you said looking brightly at the grey owl.

The attractions of Diagon Alley, lured in Evie as well. She has brought multifunctional jewelleries; earrings that transform itself into necklaces and bracelets that can redesign themselves into a number of colour coordinated hair accessories. You were intrigued by the pair of multipurpose shoes she has brought, mentally noting to buy one before you leave the wizarding world.

"The food is not half bad"

"It's alright" you said, vaguely tasting the food, your mind on other things.

The sun was setting beyond the translucent windows, throwing in shades of bright crimson as it did. "We wouldn't be in trouble, will we?" You were suddenly aware of all the rules you and Evie were breaking.

"Only if we do not get caught" Evie said casually, finishing her soup.

"What if we do get caught?"

"We won't. You've trusted me so far. . . Trust me a little more"

You nodded in reply. The quiet anxiety of the return journey was not out of your mind. It won't be until you hit your dorm bed without getting noticed that you can truly relax.

•

Your legs were aching. It seemed you had explored the lengths and breadths of Diagon Alley,  yet every time you enter into another shop, it appears unexplored. Every corner felt like you were visiting it for the first time. You were thoroughly enjoyed and roughly tired. Evie however, seemed the best guide for every nook and corner of the twisting and turning Alley.

The crowd was getting thinner with the fall of night. It was time to get back. Evie, too was thinking along the same lines as she suggested after another round of Fortescue's ice creams, "we should return now". You nodded, a little too enthusiastic to return and not get caught. You did not even have the energy to come up with excuses and deal with detention.

"Hold on tightly" Evie warned as you managed to grip her arm through the flurry of shopping bags. The grey owl dozing peacefully under the hold of your other arm.

__

The apparition this time wasn't as nasty as the earlier one. You managed not to fall this time, once you landed outside the Hogwarts ground.

"Whoa! That was fun" Evie said brightly and you couldn't help but agree. Your mood had positively elevated from this little trip. It was not the shopping, you felt, but the experience of magic in her other forms that made this positive change in your state of being.

"Thank you" you gripped Evie's wrist stopping her as she was about to enter the grounds. She turned her face to you and smiled softly.

"I could not have called myself your friend if I failed to at least improve your mood. That's what friends do. . . Come now!"

Tiptoeing and keeping in the shadows, you crossed the ground and reached the oak doors. Evie whispered "keep a look out here. . ." She paused to look around for a quick scan, "I'll go and check which one is safe to enter"

"What if someone comes?", you whispered back, the very idea of getting caught just as Ron and Harry had been by Professor Snape in their second year, making you sweat with fear.

Evie bit her lip in thought. "Do this. It is better that we don't enter together. . ." She looked at the cluster of bags both were carrying, "you stay here. If the coast is clear, don't wait for me. No listen!", she stopped you as you were about to protest, "you are a newcomer here. I am not, I know the ways and I can enter without getting caught. It is you who needs to be more careful" she scanned the area once more; it was pitch black save the lights from the castle and only the buzz of insects present around. "So enter whenever you get the chance. . . But first" she took out her wand,
"Reducio!" And all the bags shrank themselves.

Evie gave you a nod of silent understanding and left the shadowy hiding space behind the large gargoyle. She crouched down to hide under the windows and made her way silently to the other side of the castle and disappeared around the corner.

You took a few deep breaths and peeked inside from the adjacent windows to see if the entrance hall is clear. Considering it was well past dinner, the entrance hall illuminated with only the wall sconces was empty. Your pet owl had flown to the owlery once you had landed here. That was a relief.

With a loudly thumping heart, you opened the oak doors just a little, to peek inside again. Praying to God once, you opened it fully, entered into the entrance hall and closed the door. The marble staircase on the right led up to the upper floors and the turn of the corridor in the left led to the dungeons. A shadow was moving from the left side corridor. Your body reacted before your brain could process and hid yourself behind the closest pillar. Though a little voice inside your head said you had made a second's eye contact with the student passing the hall. She must have seen you, and if she did, that was not good news.

You looked back once to see if anyone was coming down from the marble staircase and sprinted to the corner. Hiding behind the wall, you waited until the students figure disappeared around the other end. You briefly wonder what she had been doing after the curfew?

Cortia was generally irregular in classes but what job did she have wandering the halls at this hour?

You waited for some minutes after she'd turned the corner, until the path was truly clear. You gripped the handle of your satchel tighter, determined to reach your dormitory without any obstacle.

"What a pleasant surprise"

In search of the devil's archangel, you forgot the devil himself

Chapter Text

"Do you like the name hmm?" You smoothened the velvety feathers of your new pet owl. He hooted in approval, both of his name and your touch. Poodle was the first to bring a smile to your face that day.

The astronomy tower knew no rush of the crowd, only curious minds and hearts searching for solace and tranquility. Hence the hideout, away from the bustling castle. The early morning errand has been tiring; with hardly a minute to spare for breakfast and the consecutive classes of Charms and double Arithmancy. Lunch had been breathless for you had wanted to sneak in a little time for yourself before the next array of classes and obligations started.

"I wish people were as simple as you Poodle". The owl leaned into your touch, closing his eyes in comfort and perhaps even understanding. The breeze with the chill of the coming winter, softly hit your face, making your nose tickle. You closed your eyes in temporary bliss. Highlands during October was a romantic poem.

The Giant clock chimed, announcing the start of classes after Lunch.

___

You had to continuously adjust both of your arms, trying not to let the huge tomes under them slip. The tomes were falling apart; pages rustier than the iron chains in the Caretaker's ditch, held on not by thread but by hope which was fading quickly. Apparently, Professor Merrythought requires these ancient texts kept in the dustiest corner of the library for research purposes.

Panting slightly and cursing silently, you ascended the steps leading to the fifth floor. In the short span of just fifteen minutes between Potions and Ancient Runes class you were frantically walk-running from the Dungeons to the library and then to the fifth floor to deliver the books in their last stages of life.

However, given the possibility of magic, you could have easily used a levitating charm on the books or even shrink them? You just smile bitterly in response, for these times came with the instruction of careful handling. Besides, they were spell resistant and even the simplest of spells can ruin them.

As if they already aren't, You sneered.

Professor Merrythought's office which was situated at the far end of the fifth floor, came into view as you turned the corner. A fleck of light in your never ending predicament. You quickened your pace and wanted to get your chore done as quickly as possible. It is rumoured that Professor Merrythought has a rather big heart when it comes to give out points. Even in classes, if someone assisted her with something, she always awarded them points and praises.

At least one thing's worth it.

However, your face dropped once you noticed who was standing right in front of the door to her office. It was only after the first years left the Dark Arts classroom that he came into view.

Ignoring both his presence and his knowing smirk you moved towards the door to Prof. Merrythought's office. Riddle of course did not leave the opportunity to step in between you and the door. "You're quicker than I expected" he said smoothly. You gritted your teeth and clenched your jaws. Both of your arms were aching with the pain. The moment the last of the first years left the classroom, Riddle helped himself and gathered the tomes from your arms without invitation. Once the books were in his arms, he politely ignored you.

You stood there, behind Riddle, in the shadows. A part of you was very stubborn to get the credit for the work you have done.

Riddle knocked on the door twice.

"Who's it?" Came a sharp voice from inside.

"Professor you wanted the books" Riddle answered politely through the closed door. There was a moment of silence, a shuffling noise and a soft click. The door opened and Professor Merrythought was standing right beyond the threshold.

"Oh Tom it's you!" Exclaimed the professor sweetly. Her face was hidden from you since Riddle was very tall and he was intentionally guarding you from the eye range of the professor.

"Professor you wanted these books" Riddle said softly, as he offered her the books.

Chameleon.

"Oh Tom it must have been a chore to bring this heavy lot down" she said touchingly, "Don't just stand there, do come in. I shouldn't tire you anymore than I did" she laughed a little.

You let the shadows keep you company, for you knew better than to claim your rightful credit.

"I'm honoured to be able to help you Professor." Tom's polite reply came in.

Professor Merrythought smiled at him, unaware of the falsity in his words. She patted him softly on his arm and motioned him inside.

"How's your knee pain Professor? You shouldn't tire yourself so much" Riddle enquired. One who was not acquainted with his dark truth would easily fall into the notion that he is showing concern. The professors' soft smile merely revealed that this kind of conversation was usual between them. That Riddle could easily be the potential confidante of any professor here. The aging professor's kind eyes were glued on Riddle; perhaps it was this or her vision was to be blamed, for no other reason might justify the lack of a simple observation. An observation,  one which did not require keen eyes, that could easily spot your presence just beyond the looming shadow of the Head Boy.

"Oh it's nothing, you worry too much" the professor brushed aside the concern in a you-are-too-young-to-be-worried-about-these-but-I-am-touched way.

She continued, "All this work actually keeps me busy and happy Tom". She had moved inside for her shadow had left the floor. "Oh, could you please close the door? And keep the books there? It's too high I cannot reach" she laughed at herself a little, "Thank you... I must treat you to some of the cakes I baked..." she went on. Riddle stepped inside, playing his part flawlessly, while you remained standing outside, ignored, unnoticed and unwanted.

Riddle who had placed the books in their designated place, returned to close the heavy wooden door. How could a human being be so cold? Does his heart not beat? Does he not have a soul?

As you looked on, wondering in disbelief, Riddle, who was consciously oblivious of you all this time, glanced at you for the fraction of a second before the golden light coming from the office was cut off completely and the latch was put in its place.

Indistinct blurry voices could be heard. Professor Merrythought was the one doing most of the talking. In between complaining about her physical affliction, you heard her award points to Slytherin. She seemed almost helpless in her praise of Riddle and in the best way to reward him, making you wonder exactly how much assistance she received from him?

Professor Merrythought went as far as inviting him to join her for dinner, if he wishes, by the end of his day. And that she'd absolutely love to have someone to chat with, share her troubles and thoughts with.

No one could have been the better choice for an understanding and empathetic therapeutic session than Tom Riddle of course. No doubt about it.

"Thank you Professor. You are very kind but I have to refuse this tempting offer...." And Riddle too went on with his nectar dripping business.

"Theeenk ewww perfesssur... Eww aaar veeeri kooind but! Eww ssee I am a renowned potato who knows nothing but to meddle in everything, and every curry.... So I heeve to reeeefeus this" you cried in a high pitched mimicry of Riddle and left the corridor grumbling.

•

"Why do you look like you need another trip-"

"NO!" you jumped even before Evie finished her sentence. Upon realising the shocked and rather hurt look on Evie's face you tried to clarify yourself, "err- no I mean my arms are still aching and don't even ask about the expenses... They're so much I should stop even visiting Hogsmeade...." You tried your best to play it cool, "so maybe not now but in the future? Absolutely".

Fortunately Evie believed you and her expression changed to that of quiet amusement. "Say that....I thought you actually hated the last trip... But hey next time you're buying me a quill like your peacock feathered one"

"Sure sure..." You nodded enthusiastically and readjusted the blankets. You both had found comfort in doing your assignments together inside the dormitory, sprawled about with blankets, mufflers, coffee mugs, parchments and books on the bed.

You smiled softly at the moment before you, untouched by darkness. Forgetting about the world outside you let Evie carry on as you listened keenly, tucking away the secret. You are happy that she was able to escape that night. She had been worrying herself sick when you had finally reached the dormitory. You pondered over whether you should have said everything to her. But knowing Evie and her rebellious nature, it may take an unwanted turn. And besides, there's even a bigger secret you're bound to keep from her. This little inconvenience may actually help you in the bigger picture.

"Absolutely even I think so..." You continued smiling and agreeing to all that Evie found not to her liking in Diagon Alley. Evie got lost in her own stories and opinions and thoughts while you drifted back to yesterday. To that fateful night, which tested your patience and capabilities, far beyond the magical ones. The night, which will always lurk in your everyday, until by some miracle, that ceases it.

___

"What a pleasant surprise"

You could never have imagined a worse possibility.

Why is it that every time you are out  past curfew, it is only that Riddle who's on duty?

Tom Riddle, the Head Boy, the traitor, the reason you were out at Diagon Alley with Evie, the reason you were here at Past, catching you red-handed post curfew coming back from a nighttime trip, something not allowed for Hogwarts students without prior permission, therefore was not on your bucket list or near-death escapades.

That mildly surprised tone with a hint of amusement in his voice wasn't a comforting factor either. You had turned around to face him, trying your best not to look guilty. However, any thought of excuses and escapes vanished the moment Riddle cast an unknown spell on you and all the shrunken state of the bags returned to their original selves. All the evidence now laid bare. You cursed under your breath.

"Out for a night-time stroll?" Riddle casually asked.

Yes, since you don't even let me sleep in peace do you? You haunt me more than a lost spirit ever will. Honestly I'd rather have a cup of tea with Annabelle than spend five minutes in your presence. At least she knows her boundaries and DOESN'T TRESPASS BEYOND HER CASE! you know what, for the first time I encountered a genius without a braincell; the 8th wonder. Oh god why? Why! What have I ever done to owe him every second of my precious life? To this cheap Chinese copy of the devil? Whose ego is more fragile than a soap bubble! At least a soap bubble creates joy! Rotten egg! You though icily.

"..."

"I was sleep-walking" you mumbled finally and tried your best not to look up at him, kill him with a glare or curse him more. You need to survive this.

"Sleep-walking? hm" Riddle's voice was too calm, too thoughtful.

Just for the effect and to make your excuse more believable, you tried to appear a little surprised at finding yourself here or look sleepy.

"Do you sleepwalk every day?" He asked, for some reason, his tone and voice completely normal and casual. As if this is just a friendly chat and not a do or die situation.

"No I don't. I developed this habit during my childhood... Usually happens when I'm in a new place.. can't control" you peeped up at him for a second. Riddle nodded thoughtfully. You gulped rather painfully.

"And exactly how do you handle the payments during your sleep-walking trips to markets?" Riddle folded his hands, "I'm merely intrigued as to how much of a prodigy one has to be for such feats. First night-time studies and now this."

"..."

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

"Must have brought them down from the dormitory" you mumbled. Again.

Riddle nodded once. "And you usually sleep with such attire? Or do you dress up before each sleep-walking fit?"

In the name of Queen Elizabeth and blessed divinity

"I must have forgotten to--"

Riddle cuts you off mid-sentence,

"Save your little story for now. I expect you'll need to rehearse it well..." Riddle paused letting the sentence hang, "...before meeting the Headmaster"

Doomed. You were doomed.

Your head shot up at his words. "Headmaster? Surely this isn't that serious to be taken to him?". Pretense isn't going to work anymore, nor will any excuse.

"Miss (_____), You are in no position to decide which matter should be taken to the Headmaster. And besides" Riddle paused, "you were out of the school premises, past curfew with no permission".

His expressions took a rather cold turn with what he said next, "and the Slytherin House is known for its law abiding students. It is one of our virtues you see, we always take care to purify ourselves of the unfitting lot" Riddle's eyes had a nasty glint.
"But of course there is always scope for improvement" he added politely.

You could clearly see that this was not about the Slytherin House or its students. This was a direct warning to you, a muggleborn, within the Slytherin House.

"To the Headmaster then. He will be the best judge after all" Riddle smiled and betraying no amount of emotion, led the way. You followed him without a word. If not Riddle, you can at least try to convince the Headmaster, come up with some story, something to justify your actions. You required to get out of this messy situation.

A few minutes in, your hands full with all the purchases started to ache. The shrunken state of all the bags earlier didn't let you feel what carrying the lot would feel like. You tried to shift some weight from one hand to the other cursing fate and your lack of planning and backup. Riddle, meanwhile, was striding ahead, blissfully ignorant about anything but himself and his ambition.

"Whom were you accompanied with? A gryffindor?"
Riddle enquired startling you a bit. "Surely not a Slytherin. They know better than risking their reputation for baser activities" There was an odd hint of pride and intrigue in his voice.

"Alone" you replied coldly.

"It is a noble quality to save a friend from potential risk while you suffer the consequences. But," Riddle turned his head a little, "have you considered? Your friend doesn't come to rescue you. Comfortable, I believe, in their little safe burrow" He smirked and looked ahead.

"I said I was alone" you repeated coldly. Of course you were not going to give Evie away. It was for her that you felt truly happy after so many days.

But had she reached the dormitory? Did Evie notice your absence?

You tried not to think on Tom's comment and hoped Evie was alright. Riddle, meanwhile, didn't respond to your reply. You both had reached the Gargoyle leading up to the Headmaster's office. Your heartbeat sped up and guilt creeped up your cheeks.
Riddle reached the Gargoyle and instead of giving the password, he turned towards you.

"Are you sure you want to face all the consequences by yourself and risk the reputation of our House?"

You gulped once and nodded. What worse could happen? Points would be deducted and you most probably will be given detention. You did not fear that.

"If you're truly sure that you were not complied into following unauthorised adventures by irresponsible students of other houses..."

You did not know why Riddle was so eager to save you. If he was this concerned, then he could have let you leave with deducting a few points. However, you resolved not to play into Riddle's hands or his manipulations for that matter. "No, I was not forced by anybody. Whatever I did was a conscious decision I took" you stated flatly, hoping to get over this entire business as quickly as possible.

Riddle folded his hands. Again.

This little ick of the century is going to be the death of me

"I was under the impression that you're a very sincere student who values her Professors and her own designation as a promising witch"

You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to understand what he was getting at.

"I was rather proud you see as the Head Boy and also a fellow Slytherin, specially after that little Quintapped incident that you had finally found your senses and would refrain from further foolish feats" he paused for effect, "not just me. I would be lying if I said other professors did not hope the same too. Being in my position comes with a few privileges and I distinctly remember having heard Professor Slughorn expressing his absolute belief in you. It was, I believe, right after they met you at the Hospital wing? Yes, that would be it. He was talking to Professor Dumbledore, who was, I'm afraid, at that moment not in absolute faith"

Your gaze dropped to the floor. Whatever Riddle was saying could not be false, for they had been with you at the Hospital wing. You remember Dumbledore's disappointment then and of your resolve to do better. Even the Headmaster was present that day with them. Your current predicament suddenly seemed more messier than before. If this goes to the Headmaster...

"Professor Dumbledore had restored his faith. I'm not sure how he would take this present news. Or Professor Slughorn in that case" Riddle continued,
"I do not wish to scare you but perhaps you should reconsider where you would stand in your reputation with the professors and amongst the students of our house. You are still new to Hogwarts and it's my duty to help you"

"Will I get expelled?" You asked him rather quickly, though you hardly knew why.

Riddle raised his brows, "There's a possibility I won't deny it. In most cases, it would happen if you have breached multiple rules after repeated warnings"

Holy Merlins

Should you take the chance? Or maybe find another way?

But...

What way?
...

"Can you help me?" You asked Riddle. If he knew so much then he must have the solution too. If not as a friend then as a Slytherin who doesn't want to risk his House's good name.

Riddle looked positively taken aback by the question.
"Help you? How can I possibly help you?" He even looked puzzled.

"I don't know.... I don't want the Headmaster or anyone to know of this... What can I do now!?"

Riddle shrugged, "reveal the names of your friends. Since Slytherins are never caught doing such atrocities, you can just say you were forced and you'd be saved"

"How many times do I have to say that I. Was. Alone.!" You almost shrieked.

"Careful. You wouldn't want another reason to risk your impression" Riddle smiled coldly. 

You paced to and fro, rubbing your palms and going through a thousand thoughts, never once finding the one you need. You watched Riddle from the corner of your eyes and something clicked. If anyone, at this point, can help you, it is only Riddle. You just have to know how.

"So...you don't want our house's name to be tainted. Nor do I. So..." You met his eyes with conviction, "why don't you just let this night go? I mean we don't speak about what happened here now ever again? In that way you get to keep your house's reputation and I mine"

You knew it was a very loose bait, considering it was Riddle you were negotiating with. But you had to start somewhere. Surely Riddle didn't just have 'noble' causes to stop you midway.

"And why should I do that?" Riddle countered, tilting his head ever so little.

Exactly. Get to the point. You need something in exchange.

"I already stated the reasons" you clarified.

"Slytherin's reputation will not directly affect me. As far as my knowledge goes, it will continue to affect you more"

Bargain. You must bargain with him.

"What is your price?" You didn't want to play with words. You were too tired and too irritated with Riddle to play along and thus wanted to get straight to the business.

Riddle didn't look shocked at all. "Price? Are you implying my alliance can be bought?". There it was, that odd glint again, quite Uncanny. It seemed even Riddle wanted to get to the business.

"Alright, what do you want?" You sighed rather heavily. Riddle did not respond, he simply kept on looking at you.

"What do you want in exchange for helping to keep this matter a secret?" You clarified, jaws clenching.

Riddle smirked a little, "Eloquent, aren't you?"

You didn't respond. Riddle continued, ignoring the hatred in your eyes for him "and how do I know, the moment you get a chance you wouldn't run off to your favourite professor or even the Headmaster conspiring against me hm?" His voice was sweetly poisonous. "You win both ways then. Framing the Head Boy for dishonesty and gaining favourable trust from the professors"

You opened your mouth to speak but stopped. Both Riddle and you turned your head towards the end of the corridor you were standing in. There were sounds of distant footsteps. The problem was, the sound was getting closer and more distinct. Your heart sped up in fear but Riddle's smirk broadened.

"You're losing time" he warned sweetly.

You fumbled with your thoughts and lost the chain of the last one you had. The footsteps were getting closer. You wanted to bargain properly.

"Private... Somewhere private and safe, can we go?" You asked urgently to Riddle who seemed absolutely unaffected by anything.

"No. I'm on duty remember?"

You gritted your teeth. He's enjoying this play far too much. He knows he is in control. You braced yourself for what you were about to do next.

"Okay! Fine! I'll do whatever you say in exchange for this... This secret" you paused for breath, "and you have my word, that I won't utter a single thing about our deal here tonight". There was pure determination in your being and absolute detest for the man in front of you.

The footsteps turned the corner. You cursed under breath, sure that everything would be lost. But just then you were painfully yanked by the arm and pushed behind the nearest statue of Armor.

"I heard noises duty boy" croaked a male voice. You peeked out. It was the caretaker Mr Bernar.

"I'm the 'Head Boy' Mr Bernar" Riddle coldly corrected. He was annoyed by the caretaker.

"Yah wa'rever. Who was it boy? Who are you hiding eh?" Mr Bernar continued to accuse Riddle.

"No one. I was talking to myself. How's your leg Mr Bernar? All in good condition?" Riddle's voice sounded polite. And suddenly Mr Bernar lost his accusatory and rude voice, "I'll find out whoever it was" he said to himself and strutting, he left the corridor.

Once the footsteps died away, you stepped out of the shadow. Your hands were numb with pain.
Riddle was staring at the corner where Mr Bernar disappeared seconds ago.

"I'll leave then?" You wanted to reassure yourself that no more bargains were left to be done.

This was already humiliating as it stands.

Riddle slowly faced you. "I expect you're consistent when it comes to repaying debts?"

You nodded once, helpless and at his mercy.

"Good. I do not wish to burden you of course but I have collect a bunch of assignments from the fourth and fifth years and bring them to Professor Slughorn in the morning" he looked at you meaningfully before continuing " I'll be however overlooking the early morning quidditch practice between the Slytherins and the Gryffindors tomorrow. Surely you understand, the latter cannot be trusted"

You were wondering why he was wasting his breath on so much unnecessary comments. He could just clearly say what you needed to do and be over with it.

"Now Miss (____), can I be at two places at once?"

You shook your head once. Bored.

"Precisely. Therefore I'll be around the Quidditch ground if I'm needed" the corners of his lips curled. You nodded, understanding your first help in exchange for his silence.

"You may go then"

Giving him a cold look you left the corridor dragging yourself with the weights of the bags and the night.

Chapter Text

Mid-October brought in sleet and a chill turn in weather. The Dungeons, being already out of bounds from natural sunlight even during the summers, welcomed, albeit reluctantly, winter earlier than it hit the rest of the castle. And loyal to its master, followed the array of sneezes, coughs, congestion and fevers; Irritability was high and getting jinxed depended on how much you sneeze, or rather around whom you sneezed. Students kept to themselves, hardly seen out in the corridors if not for classes, let alone outdoors. The season of sickness called for proper rest.

'Rest', for all its definitions, did not, however, apply to you. Apart from the usual nighttime rest, you were always doing something. Now, it seems, you might even have to let go of the nightly rest to complete all the homework. 'Assisting' Riddle wasn't a consolation either. However, soon after you started fulfilling your obligations, you understood, the work was actually more beneficial than a waste. For one, you didn't have to play the cat to Riddle's mouse; He sought you out in his own uncanny ways, unknowingly letting you stay in a closer proximity to him than you were. This, you found, was extremely helpful to gain more insight about him before attempting another trick.

Now you know, Riddle preferred to have his meals delivered to his Head Boy dormitory. He only ever sat in the Great Hall for meals, if there was a feast or he had his mind into rotten advantages he could gain from being present there. That Riddle did not converse with any of his Knights in Public or even in the quiet of the common room; if any interaction took place it was always formal and distant also became very clear to you soon enough.

"Hey Riddle!" called Lestrange one such day. Riddle was exiting the Slytherin common room after the free period post lunch. He stopped and smoothly turned at the call.

"Yes?"

"Er-- Glokk said he'd be unavailable this weekend for the quidditch... So he asked me if you could take his place..." Lestrange trailled off, perhaps forgetting what to say next, which seemed possible given the uncanny stare he was getting from Riddle. You'd bet the entire Gringotts, that Riddle, at that point, in the forefront of his mind was cleanly chopping both Lestrange and this Glokk limb to limb; Glokk for suggesting the idea that Riddle, Riddle, would be his substitute! And Lestrange for agreeing with the said idea.

At the point when this was taking place, you had hid behind a book you were clearly pretending to read, and slid down your armchair into its own shadows to enjoy the show. Your right ear, which was nearest to them, was on alert.

If Riddle had in his mind's eye already killed them, he didn't show it. For moments later he said with utmost politeness, "I will arrange that with Glokk, Lestrange. Thank you for the information" and with that disappointment of a possible drama, Riddle turned and was about to cross the threshold, when he did stop and looked back at Lestrange.

Fight fight fight!

Kill each other yes!!

I'll be relieved!

You thought merrily, trying to hide your eager expression behind the bulky pages.

"By the way, did you turn in your essays? If not, you must be quick. Professor Slughorn isn't quite happy with the current state of your academics" Riddle's slim and long nose pinched a little, "Farewell then"

The Portrait slid back on softly after his departure and you huffed softly with annoyance. However, all your thoughts on Riddle had vanished the moment you looked at the small clock over the mantlepiece, which showed you were clearly supposed to be in the Transfiguration Classroom right now.

NEWTS turned out to be pretty much advanced, though you hardly registered the difference. For this is your first and foremost education on Magic, so everything, whether difficult or easy was both interesting for you to learn.

Considering the difficulty for the rest of the students, despite their wishes to stay all bundled up in fuzzy sweaters soaking in the heat from the fireplaces of their common rooms, they had to be present in most of the Core Classes to understand the theories. The Art of Proliferation, for instance, came with a lot of rules and a dozen other exceptions for each rule. Not to mention, the dedicated three volumes, each consisting of nine-hundred pages, that was required to only master the basics.

"I wish I could eat those up with the meals... To remember them... Wait a second....do you know any such spells?" a resounding bonk later (that was hushed in the general chaos of the class), Frank Robbins from Gryffindor was mostly silent for the entire class, shooting hesitant glances towards his girlfriend Marry Truwell who was dedicated to ignoring him. So Ron and Hermione! Your heart screamed with delight.

"If you are going to peek into other's work, might as well stop doing your own. It is merely a waste"

And there goes your good mood. Ruined by a ruin itself. You wanted to scowl but instead plastered your face with the most false smile and turned towards Riddle beside you. If you work together with your partner, you'll get to know them better and improve your group-working strategies, Dumbledore had said with a pleasant smile. Truly, you were really enlightened, to be able to sit beside a would-be Dark Lord and most importantly to know how to lose your nose in the most idiotic way possible. Charming. isn't it?

Riddle was sitting with his Advanced Transfiguration Grade six book open on the desk. He appeared to be deeply engrossed in it, but you knew better.

"I wasn't copying anyone, for your information" you said in the most Umbridge-ish voice possible. Riddle barely glanced at you as he closed his book and took out a fresh parchment and a quill (the one you bought him) from his bag. "How far are you into volume two?" he asked completely kicking away your question into the air, and finally looking at you.

"Nearing the end of Volume 1" you said in a bored tone. You were as interested in studying all day long in this once in a lifetime of a magical experience, as Umbridge was in Filch.

Riddle raised his brows, "I was under the impression you're quite studious?"

"Well, perhaps you haven't noticed but the world isn't built on your impression" you said, as politely as was possible for someone who had less than four hours of sleep a day and was assisting the Head Boy with no credits owned.

At this point Dumbledore entered the classroom and at once the class fell silent. This wise and extremely smart old man even in his younger days radiated the same amount of command as he did in the future. You just couldn't do anything but feel drawn to his energy. At this point, therefore, you couldn't see Riddle's reaction, for he too was now facing the top of the classroom.

"We come back again, fortunately and unfortunately, to the point where we left last class. Anyone would like to remind us ?" Dumbledore's kind blue eyes roamed the class, "yes, Miss Truwell?"

"In the basics of the Art of Proliferation, we had previously discussed it's emergence and initial popularity in the sixteenth century and..." she went on in the most truest Hermione fashion, and you understood this class was again going to focus on the theoretics than the practical. Dumbledore had insisted at the beginning of this topic, that the practical would take a long time to come for without the theoretics and its understanding, the practical may go fatally wrong.

Sleet was falling heavily outside the mullioned windows, completely blurring the visibility. The window panes rattled with the wind and the sleet hitting it's ledge. This class was right after lunch and having had a heavy one, your eyes drooped of their own accord. The chill of the classroom and the distant thunder weren't much of a help. You hugged your bag and drifted off to a slumber.

You were perched on a hippogriff, which was flying over the mountain tops, and the Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, wait a minute- you thought, how could the Weasley business come here? 50 years in the past?

"Like this" said a voice behind you, and you saw that you weren't the only one on the hippogriff; there was Tom Riddle weirdly dressed in Voldemort's long black and mossy cloak, behind you sitting sideways and not straddling the creature. He had Lucius's cane in his hand and just as suddenly started hitting your feet with it giving you a polite smile.

"Hey- ouch- wha-Tom!--" but you weren't quite confident that he could hear your protests, indeed it seemed you couldn't even hear your own words. However, the hitting continued and losing your balance you fell off.

"Miss (_____)" a voice called. You jerked awake and the hitting stopped. You looked towards the direction of the voice; it was Dumbledore and from his expressions it was evident that he had been calling your name for quite some time. And Riddle had been trying to get you up by hitting you across the ankle with his shoes.

You stood up abruptly. "Sorry Professor, my head doesn't feel quite alright" you said in a gruff voice feeling a kind of ominous constriction in your throat.

"Understandable, given the current weather. If your head is quite alright at the present moment then, I'd hope you will give the class your answer" said Professor Dumbledore kindly.

"I'm sorry, could you please restate the question?" You asked, now a little embarrassed.

"Certainly. I had asked what prevents wizards and witches alike from proliferating out of thin air?"

You knew this. There was some kind of a law, something that Hermione says in the last book, regarding why it isn't possible to conjure food out of thin air but multiply it. The current dream raked your brains and you've evidently forgotten the law.

"Sir we cannot conjure any kind of food from thin air but we can multiply a pre-existing one... It is one of the exceptions of..." you searched your brain for that one name but were silently thankful when Dumbledore intervened,

"Thank you Miss (____). Yes we can multiply a pre-existing food but not conjure. However it is essential to remember the law. The Gramp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration states that..."
Motioning you to sit with the wave of a hand, Dumbledore continued while you face palmed yourself internally for forgetting this piece of information.

Assigned with loads of homeworks, you trudged wearily to the Great Hall for dinner. Most of the classes were focusing on theories, so energy was low amongst the crowd in general. The only classes of any interest were the Care of Magical Creatures where theories didn't stand for much help, as much as practical knowledge did and Defense Against the Dark Arts. The latter proved to be more interesting for Professor Merrythought, who had been teaching for more than fifty years now in this school, apparently wanted to see how much the students have actually learned under her guidance, before she left.

"What do you think of the Duel Club? Will you participate?" asked a breathless Evie as she caught up to you near the Entrance Hall. She had a different subject combination than yours and so often you didn't share much classes except the core ones. Apparently, Evie wants to become a Healer. Given the busy schedules of both, you were only able to meet Evie now.

"I'll have to ain't I? It's for everyone... Professor Merrythought would want everyone to participate" you said.

Evie nodded, "Yes, but I daresay she has her eyes on the Head Boy the most" she said with a kind of grimace, "the kind of look she gives him" Evie shuddered dramatically "it's as if no one else exists! Well I won't be sorry to see the back of her for one"

You chuckled, agreed with Evie and eyed the feast on the tables hungrily as you entered the Great Hall.

---

"It's the first match against Ravenclaw this term, you're coming, aren't you?" Zabini asked, an expectant look in his eyes on the morning of the awaited Duel Club.

"Of course!" You said jubilantly. No better way to spend a weekend than to cheer for your house quidditch team. "If you win against Ravenclaw, it becomes a tie with the Hufflepuffs?" you asked, remembering the Gryffindors had lost by eighty points in the last match.

"Yes and then we may secure the house cup this year as well, making it five in a row!" Zabini said, with a look that said, he's either going to get the Cup or break it on the Hufflepuff Captain's head.

"But" you said, noticing the non-stop sleet outside the windows, "how will you practice?"

Zabini's face fell a little, he seemed to notice the condition too. "We're hoping the weather clears out by tomorrow. It's said in the Prophet" he said, though his voice lacked the certainty.

"So, coming to the Duel Club?" You asked, changing the topic.

"Huh?" He did not register at first. Of course, if Queer Theories applied here, all of these boys would first have identified themselves as Quidditch.

"Yeah I think so" he said after a moment's thought and added "I heard it'll be taking place in the Great Hall?"

"Great Hall?"

"Yeah...since she'll be retiring, she wants to make it grand I suppose. Leave an impression. A legacy" Zabini said thoughtfully. You agreed too, at this point the Club seemed more of a showoff than a true measure to test the abilities of her students.

"So will the Professors be there too?" you asked, perhaps already guessing the answer.

---

The Duel, which will take place the following evening at the Great Hall, seemed to be the only topic of conversation around the castle. A notice had been hung by mid-day in each common room ;

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Under the Headmastership of Professor Armando Dippet

OFFICIAL NOTICE

All students of Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Year are hereby informed that a session of the Hogwarts Dueling Club shall be conducted in the Great Hall at seven o'clock this evening.

Attendance is compulsory for all students of the abovementioned years, who are expected to participate in the duels. Students of the First to Fourth Year are required to be present as spectators, so as to acquaint themselves with the decorum and discipline of formal wizard dueling.

The session shall be supervised by Professor Armida Merrythought, Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, and will be attended by distinguished members of the faculty, including Professor Albus Dumbledore, Professor Filius Flitwick, and others, who shall serve as judges and adjudicators.

Rules and Regulations:

1. No duel shall proceed beyond the signal or judgment of the presiding professor.

2. Any attempt to inflict serious or lasting injury shall result in immediate elimination and disciplinary action.

3. The use of dark, illegal, or unsafe spells is strictly forbidden.

4. All participants must uphold proper dueling etiquette, beginning with a courteous bow to one's opponent.

5. Protective spells may be employed; however, enchanted artefacts or external aids are not permitted.

6. Competitors must appear in full school robes, with wands in suitable condition.

Judging Criteria:

Participants shall be evaluated on skill, control, defence, creativity, and conduct.
Additional credit will be awarded for non-verbal casting and for demonstrating the ability to defeat or outwit an opponent without inflicting harm.

The last standing participant shall be named Champion of the Evening and shall receive a special reward from Professor Merrythought in recognition of excellence in magical discipline and mastery.

By Order of the Headmaster
Professor Armando Dippet
Headmaster

Several first years were ogling at the notice board, some scared and some excited. The fourth years'  dejection was loudly conveyed, not to mention that they also felt it was an injustice to them.

"I mean tell us why? We've already chosen our subjects then why shouldn't we be getting the chance to duel?" demanded a particularly haughty looking fourth year student, Booslevlt Mopclean, her auburn hair bouncing with the equal energy of her words.

"It's understandable if you only want the upperclassmen but then you should also arrange for a dueling club for the lower classes?" provided Mopclean's friend, as they both left the Slytherin Common Room deep in their admonitions and suggestions.

The third years were more than happy to be a part of the audience, as for participation, they did not seem much keen except for one or two. At least that was the impression you had formed after you came across several third years having ideas about the upcoming Quidditch match more than the Duel.

By the time it was Lunch, the castle had become rather dangerous, in the sense, you could be knocked by a spell, a thing hit by a spell or the spell caster themselves. Certainly, Parkinson and Co. (namely Miriam Parkinson, Sherry Bulstrode, Bejelza  Baniere and Frilly Faucet) were restricting air to their windpipe by the time Lunch was over; Miss Faucet even had to be taken to the Hospital wing for a mild case of choking. Their attemps at non-verbal spells, safe to say, wouldn't even hurt a bug.

Even the knights of our dear dear wanna-be-dark-lord, seemed restless through the day, agitated I'm sure, to excel in the duel, outshine each other and gain some kind of special notice by their 'master'. It seemed all the higher division students aimed to perfect non-verbal casting in just about a few hours. Pity.

Only one person, apart from those who are not participating, seemed quite calm, cool, collected and smugly confident for the upcoming Duel. Tom Riddle of course, who perhaps has already cleaned a portion of his study table or book shelf to put the award when he received it, went about his duties and classes just as he'd do in a normal day. This non-chalant behaviour seemed to induce in most of the girls, a kind of sensation, that made it look like it wasn't a Duel they were looking forward to but a Ball where the prince will choose his bride (or groom, since you wouldn't put it past some of the boys around him either)

What was more, Riddle probably knew this, enjoyed it and used it to his advantage.

You softly sneered at the frog like smugness, knowing quite well, if you wanted, you can defeat him in a heartbeat. However, that was not to be the case. You had to be cautious.

"Wouldn't you practice the non-verbal ones? Or..." Evie gave you a kind of knowing look and a smirk "have you already learned from the best in our year?" and she bumped her shoulder softly into yours.

"Best in our year?" You asked frowning, feigning ignorance.

"Why, Tom Riddle of course, who else? The handsome Head Bo-"

"Yeah yeah, No. I did not" you stopped her midway and guiltily enjoyed the fall of the smirk on her face as she registered your words. But you knew how to cheer her up.

"But I can still learn now ... From the best... No not Riddle... But you". At this Evie looked away and there was a faint blush on her cheeks. She probably wasn't much used to compliments.

"Let's practice then?" You urged and a very meek Evie joined you without any protest.

---

The practice with Evie had been extremely wholesome. It turns out she probably was one of the best in your year too! At first, you had expected her to know perhaps a few basic non-verbal spells but a few minutes into the practice and voila! Evie could send two spells at once, one concealed within another. You were thrown off guard the first time she did that and she had heartily laughed then. You felt happy too, at her soft chuckles.

The practice lasted almost an hour. Once you had grasped her technique, it was easy to block and dodge her, only occasionally letting her win for caution and to keep a balance. At around five she remembered that she had had a meeting with the Herbology Professor and rushed off immediately, saying as she went, she'll join you directly in the Great Hall around 7.

For the next two hours, where you did not have much to do but wait for the Club to commence, you decided to give the library a visit. Fortunately, today you did not have to do Riddle's bidding much and had some free time.

The sleet has stopped, Zabini had been either correct in his assumptions or have threatened the sky to stop pouring. In any way, it was all the more better. The air was crisp and cold! As you moved through the corridor adjacent to the courtyard, chilly wind hit your face. Readjusting the scarf around your ears and nose, and with no intention to catch a cold, you dashed off to a shortcut to the library; a shortcut that you had not found yourself but taken in through by Riddle this very week as you strived to assist him in another of his workload. Repayment for the lack of expulsion. And character study in return for assistance. Only difference? Riddle doesn't know the advantage you were pulling off.

The Library was quiet. The silence was more profound due to the sudden lack of the thrashing of sleet against any solid structures. You entered, looking around (even the librarian wasn't present).
There was not a single student around. Well, you thought, good for you, for once at least you can browse through various books and read in absolute leisure.

Merrily you passed the empty benches and tables, and your eyes brushed over the various sections of the passing bookshelves; Magical Maladies, Creatures of the Water, The Underworld, A dark haired head bent in concentration, 16th Century French Wizar- A dark haired head bent in concentration?

You did a double take, and surely enough, there was him. The princess with a diary, a locket, a tiara and a ring. She- I meant, he was deeply engrossed in a book. So much so that he didn't realise there was someone else there to. There was an odd hungry glint in his countenance as he continued to read the pages of a very small, tattered book whose pages were falling apart. That was not what was curious about the book, but the black colour of the pages, was what caught your intrigue.

"Riddle?" The break in his concentration was obvious yet subtle. A flicker of his inner Voldemort crossed his features, before he controlled himself.

"(_____)" He greeted back, slowly closing the small book and stacking it inside his bag. There was no haste in it, nothing that could tip off a doubt towards him or his book. At least not to people who do not know the real him. You merely played along.

"You're not in the Great Hall?" He asked, a mildly curious expression on his relaxed face.

You smiled, "I wasn't keen. Besides, I thought what better time than to read in leisure and silence? It's not everyday the Library is free of the librarian"

"Don't let her hear this" Riddle humoured, with a tiny smile. It was nothing but an attempt to normalise the situation, most importantly the one in which you found him in the library. It was done to airbrush it.

"May I join you?" You asked politely. The prevalence of the sense that a false politeness was required, seemed to be mutually and silently agree upon. Thus, equally politely Riddle nodded once "of course".

A politely awkward silence fell after you had seated. You did not have any books with you and Riddle had stowed away the only book he was reading. The air seemed to get thicker around both of you.

"So, are you- I mean can you do non-verbal spells?"
You asked, not able to stand the silence anymore.

Riddle's face was still relaxed when he simply nodded once to your question. You were suddenly at a loss for thoughts and words. So many things one could say to him and yet there was nothing to say.

"Are you looking forward to the Duel?" You continued.

"The Duel Club you mean?" Riddle said, "yes and no. I am eager to know how my -ah housemates perform and where they might need to work on"

"And why 'no'?" You asked when Riddle didn't clarify the second portion of his answer.

"I personally am of the opinion, that this time could be otherwise utilised. Of course no disrespect to Professor Merrythought. She has the best interest of us in her heart. However" Riddle paused and looked around casually "I think the students are mis-using this advantage, for useless distractions". This seemed to be a genuine opinion of his, you could tell he was not lying here. Not when, he thinks, little enjoyments of life are to be looked down upon.

"Useless distractions?" You asked, wanting him to clarify his points.

Riddle leaned back and folded his arms, "as in skipping lessons, paying no attention in classes or focusing too much on mastering non-verbal way of spell casting". His voice had a slight smugness as he continued"They do not understand the nature and depth of non-verbal magic and the time it demands. One will be wasting their precious time if they intend to master in within a few hours"

You nodded, and thought over before saying anything. "You are right" you smiled a little, "but..." at this Riddle's eyes locked on yours with a fierce kind of attention, as if daring you to contradict him. "Isn't that the fun of it?"

Riddle's usually relaxed face scrunched up a little at the word 'fun'. "Fun?" He asked "where do you find fun in wasting time, energy and potential?" his words were getting more sharpened now, losing that polite overcoating.

"I mean, I'm sorry but these small instances of excitement, I don't think can be considered a waste. It's also a kind of learning" you said, neither losing your temper, nor your sugarcoating.

"Learning? Learning? Pray tell how's this a 'learning'?" Riddle sat up straight and though his voice wasn't raised, it wasn't very soft and polite either.

You shrugged, "people have their own way of learning you see ... Everything doesn't have to have a fixed pattern.... What you think is a waste, well, who knows, but can be a lesson to someone else. The classroom isn't everyone's place to learn. Many learn outside"

Riddle did not answer for some minutes, only looked at you incredulously, as if he couldn't believe how someone could have such idiotic ideas.

"You are mistaken" he said finally, trying to ease back to his relaxed self, "everyone cannot truly value magic and its depth. Whatever that you are saying about 'lessons outside classrooms' is nothing but a fanciful dream or wishful thinking" he was nearly scoffing now, " Only a few possess that talent, calibre, will and worth to understand and own magic" as he finished speaking, you noticed there was a kind of sour expression on his face, and a ruthless hunger in his black eyes.

You did not reply immediately. You let Riddle feel he has won this argument first, letting him calm down, or rather control his inner Voldemort from unleashing on you. You were not angered in the least, perhaps felt pity, at how ignorant he was.

"You're right" you said softly "and wrong. Yes it is true that not everyone can become a wizard or a witch. You have to be born with it". Riddle did not look convinced, on the contrary he smirked. "But then again, even if we're born with magical powers, I don't know why should that mean we need to own magic" you smiled a little, "afterall we did not decide we'll be witches and wizards, why should we think we can- forgive me- we can own something we did not even create?"

This was a rather bold and provocative statement considering the nature of Riddle at present, so once you'd finished speaking, you clutched your wand inside your cloak. However,Riddle did not in the least looked angry, or even slightly provocated. On the contrary, he appeared completely relaxed. His previous expressions of getting worked up had subsided. And this somewhere scared you, for these were the times where you did not know what to expect from him.

"You have charming ideas Miss (______), you would make a good orator" he said with a smile, not once betraying what was going inside that head of his.
"But you'll forgive me I'm sure, for disagreeing with you. It will be best if we keep such discussions aside, for these will lead us nowhere" he kept smiling. He suddenly stood up and taking the cue, you stood up as well, still confused about his reaction.

Riddle brushed off his clothes and straightened them, before gathering his bag. "I suppose you're coming to the Duel?" He asked

You nodded in response.

"Good" Riddle said, "We'll see whether your capabilities equal the spirit of your words" he inclined his head, smoothly turned on his heels and left the Library.

_____

Toying with your wand with your fingers absent-mindedly, you moved above the castle towards the Great Hall, in a thoughtful and heavy mood. The castle seemed empty, though it was not; all the inhabitants have already gathered around the Great Hall. You kicked a random broken piece of stone as you walked; it skidded across the dusty and stone floor with a crunching noise and stopped at the foot of a large armour.

What went through his head?

Didn't he understand a word of what I was saying?

..
Why should I think he already haven't asked these questions to himself?

But then he mustn't have... These were questions which seemed apparently on the surface level very simple. Yet, and yet having the ability to question your own choices is also a kind of self reflection.

You scoffed

Self reflection, yes. Riddle practices self reflection as much as Trelawney practices science.

A soft rustling sound broke your concentration. At first you took it to be some insect, but the rustling occurred again. You located the direction of the voice and silently edged towards it. The rustling grew distinct and was now accompanied with weird slopping noises, as if someone is trying to catch particularly slimy slugs lost in the bushes. You halted near a particularly thick bush behind an armour; the size of both casting a dark shadow onto a large patch of ground ahead. You had to squint to see if anyone was there...there could be you thought, for the sound was undoubtedly coming from behind that huge cluster of bushes. You kept your wand at the ready and- you ducked behind the armour.

There was someone behind those bushes...
...
Not one but two!

"N-nno! St-stop M-", a female voice was saying in an urgent whisper, but it looked as if the other person has forcefully stopped her from speaking.

"But why baby?" Said the other voice. It was a male's and very eerily familiar. It sounded desperate and pleading. And then the weird sloping noises continued.

You chanced a peek at them. Two black solid mass moving in the shadows. You ducked back again sighing. They were not snogging, merely trying to see whether it is possible to eat each other, begining with the face.

You did not bother them, since you were now assured it was not a case of well, humiliation or danger. Whoever they were, since you couldn't absolutely see their faces in that little glimpse, they were having their own private moment.

However, the familiar voice of the boy was making your brain itch. You couldn't let go of that strange familiarity. Something was not adding up.