The Slave | T.M.R

Chapter 2

3rd person's pov.

"I am Tom, Tom Marvolo Riddle.", the boy with brown curled hair and mesmerising brown eyes said.

"Riddle?", she repeated, "Are you a pureblood? Because I've never heard the name Riddle before. And I'm very positive that it's not part of the sacred twenty eight." That angered him. She watched him try to tame the raw rage that could be seen behind his eyes.

"I am a Pureblood, of Gaunt lineage no less.", he fiercely growled at her.
"Oh well, nice to meet you, filthy halfbreed.", she sneered back. She let her eyes follow his figure as he stomped out of the compartment. She thought, he had quite an interesting character, and an inevitable attitude. And she certainly didn't miss him trying to penetrate her mind. "Bye To-", she started to call after him before she quickly got cut off by Lestrange. "He can be quite..persuasive when he wants to be, so if you're alone with him, I'd warn you to be careful, I'm sure you can handle him though, but it would be better if you left him alone for a while. Anyways, would you like to stay here with us?", he asked her, "It's not like I have anywhere else to go.", she grumbled. "What's your name?", Malfoy interviewed her, "Rachel Ivanov.", she dully answered. "Anything from the trolley, dears?", an old lady with a trolley full of sugary sweets asked. "I'm fine, thank you. Would you boys like anything?", she questioned them, "I wouldn't mind a few cauldron cakes.", Nott commented. "Very well then. Three cauldron cakes it is. ", she told the trolley witch.

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After they had all finished dressing and putting on their uniforms they came back to the compartment to converse. "Hey Rachel, what house are you in?", Lestrange questioned when he saw Rachel's uniform. "What do you mean"What house are you in?", she inquired. "Well, are you a Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or god forbid Gryffindor?" "What is that?", she queried. "There are four houses in total, those being the ones that I've just named. Slytherin's traits are Ambition, cunningness, heritage, and resourcefulness, Ravenclaw's traits are Intelligence, knowledge, and wit. Hufflepuff's traits are hard work, patience, loyalty, and fair play, and lastly, Gryffindor's traits are Bravery and chivalry.", he informed her briefly. "Which houses are you boys in?", she probed. "We're all Slytherin, including Tom. Hopefully, you are too.", he said. "I'll take your word for it, and hope, I am too", she stated.

When the Hogwarts Express reached the station Rachel and her newly found companions disembarked the Train. Her attention was instantly drawn to the carriages led by Thestrals, big, bony figures with dragon-like faces which bore white, glittering eyes that lacked both expression and pupils. As they jumped into the carriage they heard the Thestral snort, suddenly Tom calmly walked onto the carriage and sat next to Malfoy. Rachel ignored him, he was not worth her time, she thought to herself.

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The Great Hall resembled the gates of Hell; That was the only way Rachel could describe the horrified expressions of the students when the group walked through the doors. There were some raucous, but the solemn silence dominated the room. Headmaster Armando Dippet stood at the teacher table, looking over the sea of wizards and witches with a ghastly face. "Whenever I shall call your name, you may come forward and sit on the stool.", he pointed out, whilst nodding to a stool which had a hat on top of it, that looked like it had been through the killing curse, and back, in front of him.

"Ivanov, Rachel", he finally acknowledged after forty minutes of calling forward all the first years. She walked towards the podium and sat on the stool.

"Interesting, very interesting indeed.", the ragged hat mumbled into her ears. "Where, oh where to put you?", it wondered. "You have the wits of a Raven, yet the courage of a Lion. The loyalty of a Badger, whilst also having the ambition and cunningness of a Snake. I think I do know where to put you.", the old hat grumbled.

"Slytherin!", the Sorting Hat yelled through the Great Hall as silence filled the air.

When Rachel walked forwards she could feel all eyes on her, as she smirked and continued walking towards the table in which the students wore emerald coloured uniforms. She kept on walking and perched herself right next to Riddle.

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-Xoxo Cordelia

p.s. Do you guys want me to end the chapters with cliffhangers, or not?