She's Quite a Riddle. (Tom Riddle Love Story)

chapter 1

(Just for the record, most of the P.O.V. of this story is going to be from Marceline, and if it is Tom's P.O.V. , I'll give notice :)
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First off let me tell you a bit about myself.

My name is Marceline Ivy Abernathy. I have black hair and blue/green eyes. I'm 5'2, so I'm fairly short. I am 15 years old, and on September 1st, I will be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I will be a transfer student. I positively can't wait to start. Yes, the wizarding school I used to attend was nice, but I just didn't fit in well. Not that people bullied me, I just wasn't fit for that school.

Moving from California to England was very odd. Going from the sunny beach that I used to live on to the cloudy streets was a great change. I didn't mind, though. England was beautiful.

Anyways, back to the topic of Hogwarts. It is currently August 26th. I start school in a week! I'm excited yet nervous.

When I arrive at Hogwarts, I will begin as a fifth year. This thought worries me, for many people have already formed friendships over the four years they've spend together. What if I can't make any friends?

I push this thought to the back of my head, for there are several students who attend Hogwarts. I'm bound to befriend at LEAST one person.

Yesterday my parents took me to Diagon Alley. It was my first time ever visiting, and it was positively amazing. I picked up all my supplies necessary for school, including a black cat named Pandora, and school robes. I had to get simple ones, for I have not yet been sorted into a house.

This is another factor that worries me. The house sorting. When my parents were in school, they both attended Hogwarts as Gryffindors. They constantly talk about how great it is to be in Gryffindor, and how terrible Slytherins were. What if I'm sorted into Slytherin?

I personally wouldn't mind being in Slytherin, but I'm not sure what my parents would say. I worry that they'll be disappointed in me if I'm sorted into any house besides Gryffindor. I know there's two other houses, but I don't know much about them besides their names, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. The only reason I know about them is from "Hogwarts, a History".

My parents don't talk much about Hogwarts besides when they're gushing about Gryffindor's greatness. I had to learn about it myself.

°*•.°*•.a week later.•*°.•*°

Today is September 1st. That means it's the day I go to Hogwarts! I can barely contain myself during the car ride to the train station. My parents drop me off, and hand me my ticket.

My father kisses my forehead. "Good Luck Marceline. Write to us tonight, and tell us about the sorting!"

"Thank you father, I will." I reply.

"We love you with all our hearts. Feel free to write to us whenever!" says my mother after giving me a hug and kiss.

We finish saying our goodbyes, and my parents send me off. I begin walking with my luggage and and I peer down at my ticket. In golden print, it says "Platform 9 3/4".

Nine and Three Quarters? Sounds a bit odd. Maybe train stations in England are different than in America.

I keep walking until I reach a Platforms nine and ten. There's no nine and three quarters. I don't want to ask anyone, for they'd think I'm mad.

I then noticed a red-headed woman pushing a cart that had an owl and a trunk in it. I took a closer look and saw that her trunk had the Hogwarts crest engraved in it. Perfect!