A/N: Before you read this chapter, I'd just like to say that I KNOW Bellatrix was not in this era, but I've added her anyway. It's kind of annoying getting all these comments when I've already stated in the last chapter that things aren't the same as the book or movie. You may proceed...

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There was nothing worse than there being a possibility of being late on your first day of school; Hogwarts was my case. If anything, I hoped this school would be better than the last, considering a bunch of bickering witches had found out about my gifts. It isn't a good thing when people know something good about you, but could also get you into trouble for it.

"Hurry up, Abigail!" My mum scolded me from down stairs.

She had no idea about my being a seer and all. And honestly, I preferred it that way. It would make things a whole lot weird if she knew and she'd probably end up sending me off to a mental ward. It was still a mystery to me how that group of awful girls at Beauxbatons found out about it. If only I had kept my diary in a safer place.

"Almost ready!" I shouted back, and jumped onto my overflowing suitcase with a grunt. I wriggled my bottom into the suitcase until I was able to zip around firmly.

When I was all set, I dragged my suitcase out from behind me and took one last look at my room before disappearing down stairs to where my mother was hurriedly waiting for me. A look of relief washed over her middle-aged features when she saw me with my suitcase all packed.

"Quickly, darling, or you'll be late," she said impatiently and put her hand on the back of my head softly as I walked as if to make me move faster.

There was a cab with a large man sitting inside it waiting for me. I had to take a cab since mum had no idea how to drive or have anything to so with a car. We lived in the muggle world so there was no other way we could transport anywhere. My dad was the one to drive us places, but he had passed a long time ago due to cancer. He was a muggle.

After locking my suitcase into the trunk of the car, I gave mum a long hug.

"Be good," she said in my ear. "Be sure to make friends. Hogwarts is a great school, trust me."

"Of course," I replied and pulled away, slipping into the car. The first thing I felt when sitting in the car was a massive amount of fan hitting my face.

"Hi," I greeted hesitantly. "Erm..I need to go to K--"

"Yes, I know where you need to go," the man interrupted with an irritated sigh, and the car roared to life. I looked out the window and waved goodbye to mum.

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I was, indeed, late for the train. As soon as I had rushed through the wall like mum had told me to do, the train whistle blew and it was starting to move. Gasping, I ran towards the train, dragging my suitcase behind me.

"Wait!" I shouted, knowing it was no use. It wasn't going to stop. Trains just didn't stop. This was so humiliating... I couldn't even begin to explain what had come over me. "Please wait!"

A tall, pale boy poked his head out from an opened door of the train, and eyed me intently. He must have been Head boy, as mum had explained everything about hogwarts to me. She used to be a student there.

The boys long arm stretched out towards me, and I ran a little faster, knowing what his gestures wanted me to do. A heat of adrenaline washed me over as I saw the train pick up it's speed. I stretched one of my arms out as well. If I moved just an inch closer my fingers would lock with his. And I did. The boy had a tight grip on my hand, and he hauled me up from the platform and into the train, meaning I had dropped my suitcase.

The boy held me firmly by the shoulders in front of him. I stood there, memorising every beautiful feature this boy produced. His slick, black curls brushed over his forehead like a wave, and his poisonous green eyes narrowed down at me. His pale skin was one to mistake a ghost for and his lips were pale along with it, but nonetheless, beautifully shaped.

A whirlwind of all sorts burst inside me, and the boys eyes turned into a brighter green, almost neon. I knew what was happening, it normally did.

My vision widened and before I knew it, I could see everything within his pained pupils. Everything turned glossy, but I could still make things out. An orphanage rushed past my vision, twisting and turning before disappearing. A boy no more than ten years of age sat glum in what looked like a giant food hall with plenty of other children. They were all orphans, including him. There was a major difference between them all. The boy my vision had been focused on was sad and glum, and his green eyes showed nothing but betrayal and anger. He was lonely and friendless, but nonetheless, was capable of many great things other children were not. He hurt other children and he watched them suffer, glory passing through those green ovals of his. The vision faded as snakes and an awful sort of language appeared, but faded along with it.

Before I knew it, the pale boy in front of me was shaking me by the shoulders. I snapped out of my past trance and blinked, hard. The boy in my vision was the one standing right in front of me. Surely he had matured over the years.

He glared down at me, anger slipping off his skin as he dug his long fingers firmly into my shoulders, before pushing me off him in disgust. He wiped his hands on his robes.

"And what do they call you, lemon? Do tell," he said solemnly.

"Abigail," I responded confidently. A wave of remembrance rushed over me and in an instant I was peering outside of the train, searching for my belongings. "My suitcase!" I shouted in defeat, watching my suitcase on the platform grow smaller and smaller.

I snuck a glance at the boy and he rolled his eyes. With a small wave of his wand, my suitcase was right at my feet in between the boy and I.

The boy chuckled at my awe and the glares he was sending my way loosened a bit. His features were still very hard, though.

"Magic, sweetheart," he responded in a dark manner.

I brushed it off with a shudder, and asked, a little less confidently, "What's your name?"

The tall, pale boy snapped his head over to me once again. His lips were in a thin line and his eyes were narrowed. He was quiet for a moment. Realising this boy wanted nothing to do with small talk, I grabbed my suitcase and cautiously moved past him.

"It's Tom Riddle."

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When we finally reached Hogwarts, I snapped out of my lonesome daydream. I was a little unhappy that I couldn't sit with anybody else, or hadn't even bothered, but at least I'd be able to talk to some people once I got up to the school.

I rubbed my arms in confusion as soon as the train started to leave. I had absolutely no idea where to go and that was when I mentally slapped myself for not making any friends sooner. I noticed a whole group of kids following towards what looked like a giant lake. I could just see the tree opening and the glimmer of the water. I shrugged and followed along behind, trudging quickly so I could keep up. But that was when I was firmly ripped back by the collar of my robes.

"And where do you think you're going?" I was met with those same green eyes.

"To the school," I replied slowly in a duh-tone. Where else would I have been off to?

"That way is for first years," he said firmly. His tone kept sending cold chills down my spine, and I knew I was starting to sense something. And, besides, I knew more about him than he thought I did and I hadn't had a conversation more than thirty seconds with him. "You obviously aren't a first year, but a transfer. Am I right? Course I am... even so, those are rather unusual. Follow me to the carriages, we don't need you breaking a boat."

I shrugged off the insult, even though it kind of hurt, and followed swiftly behind the boy who told me his name was Tom Riddle. We passed a couple of girls and they all exchanged looks with a blush and ended up giggling non-stop. It impressed me how much Tom ignored it. I reached up to him

"Doesn't that bother you?" I asked, referring to the girls.

"You're starting to bother me," he said in an airy voice. Though airy, I could sense he didn't like me very much.

"Jeez, it was just a question."

He stopped walking and firmly grabbed me by the shoulders. It wasn't a friendly gesture, either. "Listen here, you imbecile. I'm not here to make friendly chit-chat. So if you can keep that annoying mouth of yours shut, you'd be doing everyone a favour."

I gaped up at him, ready to snap but decided against it and followed hot on his heels as soon as he let me go and started to walk. We ended up passing through a giant black gate, which I had assumed was the entrance. I had to run just to keep up with Tom, he was quite the impatient person. A few boys who we'd passed, since we were practically running, wolf-whistled at me, but not inappropriately, simply waved and welcomed me to Hogwarts. Tom glanced back with a glare to see if I was still behind him, trying my very best to keep up with his long legs.

"These are the carriages," he told me in a bored tone. "They'll take you up to the castle."

I was just able to hear what Tom had to say since I was struck in awe at the sight of the funny looking horses. I could sense Tom watching me as I reached my hand up to touch the creature. It's skin felt rough yet smooth at the same time. I could sense something. This creature was lonely and, I took it, wasn't used to people touching it. It shrunk in at my touch but, eventually, got used to my touch and cocked it's head into the palm of my hand. I smiled. I gave Tom a questioning look. He, too, was looking at the creature.

"It's called a Thestral," he informed me. I noticed Tom giving me a strange look. I chuckled as the thestral nipped on my hand playfully. I wanted nothing more than to keep it. "Can we get going now?" he asked sternly.

I threw him a funny look, still patting the Thestral. "We?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Unless you'd rather take a carriage on your own and get lost again, then go right ahead. If not, then hurry up and get in."

I murmur-mocked him, and gave the Thestral one last pat on the head before jumping into the carriage. My eyes widened and I shrunk back a little with a nervous feeling. There was Tom, sitting in the middle of a whole group of creepy looking witches and wizards. I raised an eyebrow and ended up sitting opposite them on my own. All of Tom's friends gave me a very unfriendly, disgusted look.

"Who is she?" a girl with bushy, black hair asked.

Tom sneered and opened his mouth to speak but I beat him to it. "I'm Abigail. And you?"

"She's Bellatrix Black," one of the other boys smirked at Bellatrix's cold stare towards him. He held out a hand for me to shake. "Hi, there. I'm Avery Nott." He gave me a friendly smile, whereas the others had all been murmuring unkind things to each other.

I slipped my hand into Avery's hand and he gave it a firm shake. "Nice to meet you."

Tom's face turned to one of stone and he glared the hardest he possibly could at Avery. His eyes were cut into slits and his nose flared. "How dare you associate with a mudblood?"

I scoffed with raised eyebrows. I could sense Bellatrix smirking, as well as a couple of the others. "Well," I said, sounding very confident. Although, I had no idea where the sudden confidence had come from. "It might interest you to know, Tom, that I'm a half-blood. And, the term is actually muggle-born."

Tom's cold stare turned towards me, and nothing, not even life, symbolized throughout his stone eyes. His unbelievable stare had me shuddering and I almost winced. I regretted saying what I had just said. What a way to make friends on the first day. I bit my tongue to the point where I could taste blood.

"How dare you speak to him that way, you stupid little girl!?" Bellatrix shrieked, her hair exploding in all sorts of places. Her fingers curled up into a horrid position as she shrieked. "How dare you speak his first name!? You condescending yellow-haired freak!"

I huffed in amusement. "I'm condescending? Do you even know what that means?"

Bellatrix went as red as a beetroot. It looked as though she was holding her breath. Her hands were balled up into fists and she looked like she was about to explode any second now. Tom was leaning back, smirking, watching in amusement.

"It's a bloody good thing that blonde hair isn't contagious because you are really living up to your hair colour!" She shouted at me. I could practically hear her growling.

"At least my teeth are the colour of actual teeth and not galleons!" I snapped back at her. I tried calming down, but I couldn't. Avery snickered into his fist. Bellatrix growled and gritted her teeth, and before I knew it, her wand was pointed directly at my face.

Tom chuckled and lowered her hand. "Now, now, Bellatrix. You don't want to be expelled on the first night back just because this filth has ticked you off."

"Of course, my lord," she whispered, bowing her head towards him slightly.

I snorted. My lord? Really? "Did she really just call you 'my lord?' Oh, dear. Bellatrix, does that mean I get to call you Gollum?"

"You'd best keep your mouth to yourself because you have no idea what I'm capable of," Tom murmured darkly. I could see the fire already starting in his very pupils.

"Did you bring me on this carriage just so you could insult me?" I asked quietly. I was already becoming more and more unsure of Tom, and remembering the things I saw when I entered his past, it didn't exactly help make me feel better.

"I brought you on this carriage so you could see that I'm not as good as I may look. I could snap every bone in your body with just a flick of my wrist if I wanted to. It's just a warning."

And I knew very well what that warning was. That I needed to stay very far away from this boy.

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Just wanted to mention, even though all of you already know, I own nothing apart from my own characters and my own plot. They belong to J.K.R

Things may not go the way they did in the book or movie.