okay this is a very AU story but i think it will all fit in nicely together... seeing how ive already written the final chapter i know where im going and how its going to end. i just have to write in the middle stuff lol. In this fic there will be a lot of shippers from hermione/draco to snape/lily hell even hermione/ron. dont worry it all works out in the end i swear! if you have any questions, just ask ill gladly answer them... seem to be doing a lot of that on harrypotterfanfiction.com if you think you can just go on there and find this story, your sadly mistaken, ive renamed it. heh heh im such a hag!
Busily, Tom Riddle scribbled away on his potion students parchments. His quill sharply marking down points with crimson ink. To his dismay, his seventh year potion students were failing the essay he had given out two weeks ago. Only a few shinning stars were out there amongst the failing students. As usual Malfoy was passing along with Potter, Chang, and Weasley, whom he suspected copied off Potter. The rest though, were all going to be marked with Troll. It was times like this, that he wondered to himself if he was at fault for the huge failing percentage in his class. However all Riddle had to do is go out into the halls and watch many of his students goof off in the halls, getting themselves into trouble. Today he wasn't even going to bother. Riddle had other plans that night and if his students wanted to fail, then by all means they could fail.
A painful jolt went through his chest, making his quill and ink accidentally mark sharply across the parchment and onto his well furnished wooden desk. Riddle closed his eye tightly shut, clenched his teeth as the familiar pain raked through his chest. It began to lift up a bit and he found himself letting go of his breath and taking ragged and quick ones. He adjusted his position slightly and noticed he had snapped his quill in two. Bitterly, he threw a slashing throw into his near by waste basket, not bothering to use magic to re mend his broken quill.
That was the third time that night he had had an attack. It was clear he was getting worse and his curse was getting worse and worse. His body could no longer sustain the strain of the amulet that caused all of his pain. His hand went to his chest and he casually fingered the outline of its oval shape.
People had often asked why didn't he just take off the amulet, but in all truth, Tom Riddle couldn't. The damn thing was like glue to his skin and refused to budge. For the last 51 years Tom had tried to remove the thing. He had used an array of magic from charms to potions and well visited dark magic. It resisted every assault and remained there shinning brightly on his chest reminding him that it was sucking the aging out of him so he will be forever 19 even when it finally took its toll and burdened his body into submission and then death.
Back when he was 19 and trying to live forever, he never thought that this little invention would eventually kill him while keeping his so young and perfect. There were even some students at Hogwarts that looked older than him; and at 70 years old, he just wanted the pain to stop and to age like his students.
But he may never see that day. After having it hang at his chest for 51 years, his body was getting tired of its burden. His body hadn't aged one bit, not internal or external. In every aspect, Tom Riddle was indeed 19 though his mind was well aged and was as wise as any 70 year old. He smiled to himself, "If not wiser."
No longer feeling any pain, Tom decided to get up out of his chair seeing no reason to grade his failing students papers. It was almost ten o'clock and Rosmerta would soon be nearing the end of her shift at Honneydukes. His usual routine was to go down to Honeydukes an hour before Rosmerta got off her shitf take a few drinks by her and chat idly to her until her shift ended. Then he would take her hand and walk her up stairs above Honeydukes where she lived and chatted a bit longer, then he would leave and took his scenic route back to Hogwarts, pondering on how to lift his curse. For the past 20 years he had repeatedly did his routine, ever since Rosmerta started working at Honeydukes.
She was young then, just out of Hogwarts and he had been her professor in potions until the end of her fifth year. For years he found his affections for her very awkward seeing how he was falling for one of his students whom he had taught potions to. But there was other awkward things he had to put up with. Many of his colleagues at Hogwarts were either Hogwarts students with him when he attended or were some of his very first students he taught when he became a professor. Professor Snape who taught DADA was at Hogwarts ten years if not more, after he started teaching. He can still remember young Severus looking dull and agitated in potions with his his hair flowing in front of his face. But now the man was middle aged, and he himself, he was still 19 in every way but soul. But, to Tom Riddle he thought that the most awkward experience he had to put up with was that his Hogwarts sweetheart was now the Headmistress of Hogwarts. McGonnagal now commanded him and everyone at Hogwarts. She still had a fondness for him, but he found it more in the ways a grandma is to their first grand child.
No longer willing to linger on his thoughts, he grabbed his cloak and headed out of his chamber and to the first floor. Everything for once in a long time was quiet. No Potter and Weasley slinking around this night to his relief. Quite a few times Tom's plans had been interrupted because he blundered into the invisible duo and had to retrace his tracks back to his chambers to give them both detention. The poor man even tried to take remote routes to the exit of Hogwarts. Lately when he thought that he was alone, he would trip over the two. You'd think if you were going to be invisible you'd try to be more stealthy and stay out of his path.
A wave of relief hit him once he had his hand on the handle of the great doors. No Potter and Weasley tonight.
The night sky was clear and the stars were shinning bright. The effect played a trick on his eyes, the stars making themselves seem brighter than the full moon. "Well at least I get good lighting tonight." he thought to himself before he set off onto the Hogwarts grounds, heading straight for the gate that lead off the premises.
I know i know i know. it starts out with tom riddle and things are different, but youll understand more by chapie 5ish... and this is just the first half of chapter one. ill put up some more with i finish the chapter im writting now.. most likely tomorrow. review or youll break my heart guys! _________________
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cool three reviews, thanks guys! heres the rest of chapter one
Riddle made it to Hogsmeade on time as usual and walked up to the door of Honneydukes. The place was well lighted and it partially blinded his eyes. Today there was an odd decrease of people in the resteraunt. There was maybe four other witches and wizards drinking or eating besides himself. This was perfect for him, gave him ample opportunity to talk to Rosmerta. Comfortably, he seated himself at the bar table. Rosmerta came to him almost immediately.
Her curly hair was up in a messy bun, pieces of hair sticking out from the days busy work. "Here again Tom? Don't you have papers to grade?" she asked automatically handing him his usual drink.
He lifted his cup off her tray and took a quick sip before answering, "I've graded enough papers tonight to get my feel on whose passing and whose failing."
Rosmerta laid her tray down in the sink to be washed before pulling up a chair sitting across from Tom. Lazily she cupped her face in her hands and said, "That bad huh."
Tom nodded relishing his drink as it washed down some of the bitter taste of the aftermath of correcting his students papers. She yawned and stretched before she sleepily announced. "Well closing is in fifteen minutes, as I'm sure you know. After this I going dancing with a few friends of mine. You're welcomed to come, Tom."
Tom gave her a smirk though it was hidden behind his glass. He just wasn't one of those people to go dancing and interact with many people. Everything like that was an awkward experience so he declined shaking his head and apologized. "I'm sorry Rosmerta. Not tonight. I have another stack of papers still waiting for me back at my chamber."
She crooked an eyebrow, "Another class of students you need to fail, Tom?" she got a bright smile out of him the added. "Is watching your students struggle through your class more important than having a little time to yourself? Come with us Tom, you'll have a good time."
"No, no. I must have them all graded by tomorrow."
She gave him a half smile and looked at him as if he were a sad man indeed. "You're so pressed for time yet you still came down here to have one drink, Tom?"
He gave her a sheepish smile. "Well, I do like my drink, Rosmerta."
She threw her towel over her shoulder and said in a cross tone. "You don't even look like your old enough to drink!"
He gave her a chuckle and took a few huge gulps. "Well if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to those papers..."
"Uhuh, sure you do. Are you sure that you don't want to go?" she asked one more time as she took his glass and whipped his spot.
"Maybe some other time, Rosmerta." he got up and left to the door, not hearing her last comment.
"You're my little mystery, Tom Riddle."
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Tom was halfway through his walk back in deep thought when he stopped to look up ahead. He was maybe just another fifteen minutes walk from the main gate of Hogwarts. It was a good walk he had decided. Within his time between Honeydukes and Hogwarts, he had plenty time to reflect on his curse and himself in entirety. For the first time in awhile, he hadn't sat there and stress his mind out by trying to think what was going to be his next attempt to destroy the amulet and ultimately his curse.
Today he thought well on his Horwarts years and his foolish wishes to live for forever. How he once thought he was better than the average man just because of his lineage. His supposed now that his superiority complex he had when he was younger was the reason he made the amulet. Though just a few years changed his whole mind completely.
When Tom was young he had a thing to tour the world to see other wizards cultures and discoveries. During that journey he met a muggle borne Chinese woman that cleared his clock with her advanced magic that changed his mind on how superior he really was. What still irked him until this day was she was just a fifth year at her school. Humiliation. It must have been his cure to his head strong ideals. He wished all the time he had met defeat at hands such as hers. Then he wouldn't be stuck with the curse or the amulet.
A lot of things would be different for him now. But sometimes ones mistakes stick with them for forever.
He stopped, something had caught his eye. He looked up at the sky once more, the stars he had noticed had became increasingly bright since he had left Hogwarts earlier. His eyes studied the bright lights. They mapped out that one was especially bright, and it was growing bigger and bigger. Tom squinted his eyes. Was it coming closer?
With a jolt he moved out of the way. It was falling right at him! He slammed himself behind a thick trunked tree and covered his head and braced himself for a deafening explosion. None came. Bewildered, he peeked from the tree and saw on the wet grass was a shinning form.
"Did I drink to much?" he asked himself as he cautiously approached it.
The light dispersed a little showing a slight young woman. Within moments the light disappeared completely, showing more features. She had bushy brown hair and a uniform Tom Riddle was all too familiar with. "A Gryffindor?!" he shouted incredulously. "Wow Rosmerta, did you put some type of drug in my drink tonight." _________________
it's getting even better!!! awesome!!! _________________ Bring on the rain,
Oh baby, bring on the pain,
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Well guys im gonna be gone for awhile... but heres chapter 2.. so enjoy!
Chapter 2 The Unknown Gryffindor
Pain was beating him hard in the same spot on his head. The pounding had been going on for quite sometime, but all Draco did was lay there in wait and the release. It must have been three hours since he was awaken by its never ending pound, and now, bored and stuck in the hospital ward, Draco let his bored gaze linger on the empty bed next to him.
God, when he got out of this hospital room, he was going to make Potter pay dearly. It was the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin that landed him in the hospital room. At Potter's hands nonetheless. The last conscious memory of the rival match was seeing the golden snitch just inches from his outstretched fingers. From what he gathered from his friends reports from the match, was that Potter snatched his teammates beater and struck a bulger at him, right into his skull. Draco happened to be at the time over hundred feet in the air and was caught by Madame Hooch just before he smacked the ground. Of course then, Gryffeindor won the match, now they were tied with the cup with Ravenclaw.
"They should have disqualified Potter." Draco's mind thought bitterly.
This wasn't the first inhumane stunt that Harry Potter had pulled this year. Just last month, he backed handed the female seeker of the Hufflepuff seeker, breaking her nose and causing her to lose control of her broom. When she crashed big thick slivers of her ruined broomstick ripped into her flesh. The poor girl had to spend several days in the hospital room getting the slivers out. Not only that, but Hufflepuff was without a seeker, seeing how she was broomless, and they had no choice other than to give up the race for the cup. Their house and their team didn't want to even bother recruiting another seeker so late in the game. Slytherin was no longer in the fight now also. With their defeat to Gryffindor, they would take third no matter what. Though, because of Potter's hostile playing, Slytherin and Hufflepuff would be rooting on Ravenclaw to win the cup.
While laying in his bed, he had even heard a few students passing by the door say that they would even be willing to sabotage Potter's broom if necessary. Draco's hope was that he could get out of his bed soon enough so he could help them with the deed. Not just Potter needed to be taught a lesson, but all of Gryffindor. Many were suspected to be avid followers of Grindelwald and Dumbledore. Many of the students here felt and believed that muggles didn't need protection and wizards should have the same rights as the muggles. But things were getting stickier and stickier with each passing day. Many pure blooded wizards such as his father was being harassed for his ideals. In this world, Draco often thought to himself, there was no room for pure blood superiority. No the dawn of the muggle age was approaching their technology was becoming more and more advanced as Grindelwald and Dumbledore worked with the muggles to make them even more and more efficient.
It was scary on some of the things the muggles could now do. Last week when he went home for his Christmas dinner with his family, he was told by his mother that the muggles had made an advancement with a terrible machine that could stop all forms of magic. They were now trying to devise a way to take that technology and make it into a smaller and fashionable item, such as a watch. His mother was very sure that it was only a matter of time before they made a machine that could produce magic. Once that happened, they were as good as finished.
People in Gryffindor were wackos. Why on earth would you want to exterminate your own race your own kind! Didn't they know they too would die just like the rest of them. Or did Dumbledore allocated well enough to make them think that they would be rewarded for their services and to be spared. Nothing of their workings made any sense to him nor to anyone he knew.
In the past, there had been attempts to bring the duo down, but no ones magic was quite a match for Grindelwald or Dumbledore. Or maybe they were just too scared to face the two. The two men were going down in history as the strongest and brightest wizards of all time and also the most terrifying Dark Wizards of the 20th century.
Draco closed his eyes laid on his back. He could hear fast pair of footsteps approaching the hospital wing. Nearby heard the bed next to him creak with strain of weight. Whoever just came in had just laid a body down on the bed. He cracked one eye open to his potions professor backside, his cape billowing as he steadily made his way to the door at the end of the hall where Madame Pomfrey slept at night. He took his eyes off Professor Riddle and onto the body next to him. It was a girl, a Gryffindor girl around his age...but he didn't recognize her at all. Draco himself must have had enough run ins with that house to get acquainted with every female and male from the third years up to the seventh years. But that girls face escaped his memory.
Down the hall he heard Professor Riddle pound on the wooden door loudly and call impatiently, "Pomfrey, wake up, you got another injured student to attend to."
The words injured and student made the medical witch up and ready out of her room in mere seconds. She didn't bother to get much before exiting her chambers. Madame Promfrey held her shaw tightly and a lighted lamp as she jogged with Professor Riddle towards the second bed.
"I found her outside the Hogwarts grounds in a most peculiar way." Riddle explained in a very hush tone.
"Do you recognize her, Tom? I know all of my students, but I have never seen her before." Pomfrey questioned the potions professor.
He shook his head. "No, I don't remember her being in any of my potion classes. However, she is wearing a Gryffindor uniform. That means she must be a student here."
"You said you found her in a most peculiar way."
"Ah, yes. But that matter I must in form the Headmistress with. All you need to know is she fell to the ground from far up. I'm just surprised she is still alive."
The medical witch lifted her lamp high to exam the child, "I don't understand, she doesn't have any scratches or bruises. From what I can tell, there is nothing wrong with her, its like she's just sleeping!"
Professor Riddle scrunched his face a little and lifted her collar away to reveal a head perfect badge. "Poppy, whose our head girl this year?" he said bewildered.
"Why, Miss Cho Chang from Ravenclaw." she announced impatiently as she messed with vials make some type of medicinal potion. "Why do you ask, Tom?"
He turned to look at the busy witch. "Because this girl is wearing a head girl badge and she is clearly not Cho Chang nor a Ravenclaw student."
This made Pomfey stop in mid motion of mixing her potions. She put down her concoction and said rather sternly. "Maybe we should go and get McGonagall."
Without another word, the two left the room, leaving Draco utterly completely alone with this stranger. Slowly he pushed himself into a sitting position, ignoring the increase of the poinding pain in his head. Draco wanted to get a look at her. Draco knew well enough that the Head Gril this year was Cho and the Head Boy was Weasley from Gryffindor. So why would this girl wear the golden badge of a head student?
He put his feet on the cold ground and lifted himself, struggling to keep himself upright and not tumble over. Jerkishly, he walked over to the girl, grabbing his wand off the stand next to his bed. "Lumos." he grumbled and his wand lit up giving him light to inspect her. Just like Professor Riddle had announced, this girl was indeed wearing the badge and her clothing was indeed that of Gryffindor. He brought his wand closer to her face and saw her soft features and bushy brown hair. If Draco had ever seen her once, her hair would have certaintly given herself away. Yet, there was no memory of her in his head. She was a complete foreinger to him.
Her face scrunched and Draco gasped jerking away. The quick movement made him loose his balance and he was lucky their beds were so closed together for his was there to catch him. Before Draco had positioned himself back into a sitting position she was already sitting straight up and looking at him. "H-Hi." he stammered.
At the sound of his voice her features tunred dark. It was almost like the sound of his voice gave her a deep displeasure. "Malfoy." she said rudely and turned onto her side, facing away from him.
Despite her spiteful attitude towards him, he found himself smitten. He had never seen anything like her. the way her lips just barely parted as she awoke and looked around, how her hair fell around her in a mess. To him she was angle. Thoughts like this clouded his mind for a few moments until he realized she had said his name. How did she know his name, had they met?
"Have we met before?" he asked to her back.
She looked back over her shoulder at him. At first he thought that she was looking at him like he was an idiot, but then he realzed she was annoyed. Why was that he wondered.
"Dont be stupid today, Malfoy. I need some sleep, I have huge potions test tomorrow." she said grumpily.
Potions test? The last one they had was a half a week ago and they werent do for another test for at least another week. Maybe it was for the best that Professor Riddle and Madame Pomfrey were getting Headmistress McGonagall.
So badly Draco wanted to ask her what her name was. But he had a feeling that he was going to find out her name fairly soon anyways. Even if it was without her consent. _________________
hehehe this story is WAAAAAAY beyond AU lols... but i like it.... write more please... i wana know wat happens next... _________________
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kay guys just wanted to let you know that i have like five chapters to put up but my computer crashed... and died... so i have to wait for some parts to come in and find the time to post them. srry for the inconvience. ;-;
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tadaa heres chapter number three. had to rewrite everything bc i lost my flashdrive that had it sorry for the delay.
Chapter 3
McGonagall was just finishing the stack of papers she was sent earlier that day when she heard the grinding an opening of her office door. She was taken back when Pomfrey entered first disgruntled with a face that was full of worryment. Tom Riddle came up the stairs slowly and very much composed as ever. His young face was completely placid. "What's the matter Pomfrey?" she asked letting a bit of uneasyness drip into her voice.
Pomfrey puffed up her chest and let her next words billow out in one breath, "Professor Riddle came to the hospital wing with a child whom looks like a student at Hogwarts in everyway, but she obviously isnt and she is a complete mystery and we dont know what we should do with her!"
"Poppy, sit down, and calm yourself." Mcgonagall offered one of the two chairs placed infront of her desk. "Now Tom, please enlighten me on what Poppy just said." Tom didnt budge from his place at the wall, leaning on it slightly when McGonagall hand movements offered the last remaining chair in her office. "Poppy, some tea?" she offered her disgruntled nurse.
"Thank you." she said as two cups and a pot was conjured. McGonagall looked sharply at Tom Riddle, waiting for him to begin.
"I was coming back from Hogsmeade when she simply just fell out of the sky." MCGonnagal crooked an eyebrow at this statement, but Tom pushed on. "She had a Gryffindor uniform so I thought it be best to bring her back to the school. I didn't fully realize that she was unrecognizable as any student here until Poppy and I were examining her for injuries. Even though she fell from so high up, it was as if something cushioned her for she had no injuries." his voice moved warm and lucid. "I suspect its some type of magic one I'm not familiar with."
"And she has a head perfect badge, though she is no Cho Chang." Poppy added as she coarsely took a drink of her hot tea. "I know all of my students Minevra, but not this one."
Her gaze remained sharp as she questioned Tom. "Do you think she may have any link to Dumbledore or Grindelwald?"
His gaze met hers and he said rather simply, "No, no i dont."
McGonagall let out a deep sigh and began to masage her temples. "Well, it is obvious that she is a seventh year from where ever she came from. We will put her in a house and continue her education as we learn more from her."
"Are you sure that we shouldnt get Snape to make sure isnt surrounded by dark magic or holding anything that cause harm ot our students?" Pomfrey asked seriously.
McGonagall leaned back in her chair deciding if she wake up the DADA professor. She was sure if she kept this girl in Tom Riddles hands the girl would be under a more strict and trained eye. Without a doubt Tom was just as an expert and Severus Snape was in DADA. If not more. "No, I think that Tom should be able to handle her himself. Is that alright with you, Tom?"
His face had turned from calm into a look of pure wonder. His face seemed to scream, "Why me? Shouldnt you pick someone else?"
Kindly she smiled at him and said in her softest tone, "I know you are very will capable for this job. And if I might say so, you are extremely less intimidating than our Severus. He would scare the poor girl from any information she could give us."
"If you wish it." he said back in his normal tone.
"I do." she concluded. "Oh and take this." with her wand she levitated the sorting hat into Tom Riddle's hands. "She will need to be sorted. I dont care if she has Gryffindor robes or not."
Tom turned to leave, already knowing what he needed to do and needed no more coaching from the Headmistress. McGonnagal however, even as he turned to leave kept her black sharp eyes on him. She wasnt through with speaking to him this night. He stopped his movements, pausing and seeing if she would speak leaving the room in complete silence.
"I wonder, Tom." Mcgonnagal started making Tom's features harden. He knew what this conversation would be about. "Have you reconsidered my last nights propersition?"
Tom kept his face rigid. "No, of course not. I have no wishes to conduct in such carelessness."
McGonnagal let out a quick hiss, "Carelessness." she was repriming him as if he said something very foolish. Poppy looked from her to Tom, not sure of what the two were discussing. "How can you call that carelessness?!" she then demanded rather sourly.
He closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously. "Minervra." he then gave her a very knowing glance through his hand. "I'm nineteen. To have someone so young head of an... an order is outrageous."
This made her very displeased and she didnt even look at Poppy when she next spoke, which was cold and very reserved. "Poppy please leave the room. I have some very important things I must speak with Tom."
Poppy didnt give any huff on leaving and being excluded from the room. She just said, "Certaintly, Headmistress. I have to be back in the medical ward anyways. Good night."
McGonnagal skipped the formalities with the media wizard, keeping her lips thin and her gaze steely until the door was closed and she and Tom were alone. Tom kept his gaze on hers, not budging like a student would, or any of her staff. McGonnagal wasn't surprised at his answer. It was almost predictable for Tom. He may have been on this good earth for a year longer than herself, but because of this curse, it did somethings more than just keep him younge looking. At times, Tom would just slip into young mans attitude. Like most young men, they were arrogant and too gun ho. Even though Tom's out look on life had been drastically altered, he kept a good douse of immaturity. He cared not for anyone but himself. He was stucked in the 'me' stage. His li
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