Y/n, a seventh year is asked by Professor Dumbledore to go back in time to change Tom Riddle's future. He doesn't care how she does it, he just needs her to stop him from becoming Lord Voldemort. How will she do it? Will she succeed?
#2 - lordvoldem...
"What's your first class" I grumble, my question not even sounding like a question, but instead a comment.
We were slowly walking towards the great hall, Tom impatiently leading us. Abe had already left since he was in the quidditch team, and had an absurdly early practice session.
"What's yours" Tom replies. I reluctantly dig my schedule out of my robe.
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"Defense" I mumbled, referring to DADA.
"I didn't catch that" Tom replied, not looking at me.
"I have Defense Against the Dark Arts first" I said loudly, irritation clear on my voice.
"Quiet. You're drawing attention" Tom Demands.
"I don't even care anymore, I'm sure everyone has seen this stupid weed" I spit.
I don't get any reply, only getting forced walk properly at a quicker pace as Tom loses his patience and practically makes me run to the hall. That's what it felt like anyway.
=🌿=
Tom sat me down at the slytherin table, and sat beside me, on the other side of him sat a boy with dirty blonde hair, smoothly slicked back. Across from us sat the Orion dude from yesterday. He simply stared at me, eyes squinted, making me uncomfortable.
"Avery" Tom nodded towards the dirty blonde, greeting him without a glimpse of effort. I immersed myself into a toxic staring contest with Orion before finally saying;
"What" without blinking, nor looking away.
"Hm?" He replied, a slight, hardly noticeable smirk appearing on his face.
"What do you want. You seemed to be pretty keen on winning our little staring contest that you started for.. no apparent reason" I murmured, letting my hand be dragged around by Tom as he moved his arm around the table, still taking part in a yarn with the blonde, who I learnt to be Avery.
"Just... examining you" Orion smirked, now clearly.
"Why" I asked, Tom briefly turned to me to drop a bread roll on my plate.
"Eat" He muttered before returning to the conversation with Avery. I just shot a glare at his back, I didn't touch the bread. Orion kept his smirk on me.
No use was coming from this conversation with Orion. And it seems pretty sour at the moment. He didn't even answer my query.
"What's your first class?" I asked, breaking eye contact with Orion to casually pick at my bread roll.
"Dark Arts" he replied, not taking his eyes from me as he took a sip of coffee.
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