riddle

CHAPTER 1

A:N this is my twist of Harry Potter using the characters created by JK Rowling and the main character created by me. This story doesn't follow the timeline of the books/films

Surely no one will find out...

"Whoowhoo" the Hogwarts Express blasts interrupting my thoughts. It's my first day at Hogwarts after transferring from Beauxbatons. I'm so excited but I can't ignore the burning anxiety that threatens to rise. My life at Beauxbatons was pretty shit, bullied, made fun of and bullied some more just for good measure. All the girls judged me, but not Fleur. Fleur Delacour was an angel. Okay maybe I never actually spoke to her but just looking at her made my heart stop. That why I did what I did.

"Ouch!" I exclaim as someone shoves past me. I look up and see a boy with platinum blonde hair and silver eyes. Those eyes, they are so alluring. Almost magnetic and I feel like I'm being pulled towards him. I'm snapped out of my daze as he opens his mouth "sorry! I'm so sorry!" He meets my gaze and stops apologising, like he's suddenly frozen to the spot. He looks me up and down and I see a slight smirk play on his lips. Two can play at that game. "You will be" I say with a wink and hop onto the train quite enjoying my new found confidence.

Once I'm inside the search for a seat began. In one compartment was a ginger boy and a brown haired one with round glasses "can I sit in here?" I ask, not wanting the answer. They turn and start consulting each other. Nervously anticipating the answer I shift awkwardly from one foot to the other.

"For Merlin's sake just let her in!" A startling voice demands from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and my eyes fixed on a brown haired girl. Her hand rested on my other shoulder and I couldn't help the redness that I felt crawl across my cheeks. She leaned in close and her breath tickled my ear "don't pay them any mind" she chuckles and grasps my hand, pulling me onto one of the cushioned seats.

I can't ignore her scent as I sit beside her. Fresh parchment and... vanilla shampoo. "I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger" she introduces herself, her voice taking on a softer approach compared to earlier. She looked to the boys opposite us expectantly. "Oh sorry, I'm Harry Potter" says the brown haired boy apologetically. "And I'm Ron *mmph* Weasley" the ginger boy struggled to choke out between mouthfuls of... chocolate?

"It's a pleasure to meet you all, I'm Raven, Raven Riddle" Harry chokes on his water and it drips in a thin trail down his chin " you're so DISGUSTING Harry!" Hermione shrieks and hits him with her book. "Sorry" Harry mumbles an apology "I thought you said Riddle, but that would be ridiculous, I must have heard you wrong" he says and let's out a nervous chuckle. "Oh no you heard me correctly, Riddle after my father Tom" I explain. The brown haired boys eyes go wide and he stares at me in disbelief, I catch a foreign series of emotions flooding the surface of them, anger, sadness and repulsion. Wait. Did he say Potter? Shit.

"Y-you're father k-killed my parents" he stuttered. Abruptly the door to our compartment slid open and the blonde boy from earlier stood in the doorway "we're almost there" he said and vanished just as quickly as he had appeared. "I suggest you oafs get your robes on" Hermione awkwardly said, trying to ease the building tension in the small compartment before Harry exploded.
Immediately he stood up and stated "I'm going to change..." he glares at me and grits his teeth "elsewhere" then left with Ron trailing closely behind.

Tears of shame threaten to fall down my cheeks and I welcome the pain in my heart that comes from the mention of my dad with open arms. Then I wish once again, that I was never born.

Hermione places a gentle hand over mine in an attempt at a comforting gesture when actually it's the complete opposite and looks into my eyes "I'm sure that you are nothing like you're father Raven" she whispers. Who does she think she is? She doesn't know me. I can't help the irritation and rage awakening inside of me, the bubbling pot of anger spills over and I shout in her face.

"You don't know me" I seethe and muster as much disgust in my voice as I can when I say her name "Granger, don't think for even a second that you do!" She flinches from my words and discretely wipes a tear from her cheek but I already saw it. Guilt washes over me, extinguishing the flames of anger and I grab her wrist "Hermione wait" is all I can muster. She turns back around and glares at me with rage in her eyes "DON'T ever touch me again" she leaves without another word. I'm left alone. Again. No one here knows why I transferred and it's going to be a challenge to keep it that way. But I'll try.

No matter the cost...