In our solitude | Tom Marvolo Riddle

Chapter 1

"Fu-.." she sigh'ed under her breath, standing in between students infront of the large corridors that would lead them to the great halls where, like every other year would they be sorted into their representative houses within Hogwarts. Within the crowd, stood a small skinny boy who's slightly curly jet black hair and dark eyes did not stand out to anyone but Mia herself. She knows who this boy is based on his dark aura and the fact that she caught him talking to Dumbledore previously when they arrived by the Hogwarts Express. Frankly speaking, Mia wasn't surprised the heir of Slytherin is so skinny, if you had to describe a detail about him that stuck out the most it would be how skinny and intimidating he looked. Though it's no surprise seeing as he's currently being raised in an orphanage where people deem him as a freak and isolate him away. Rather she pitied the boy, pity for a boy who's being raised in a poor environment, pity for a boy who was conceived under a love potion and was told he'd never know what love feels like, pity for the same boy who in 50 years time would die because of the same facts.
'If I knew better I would try to help, but..' But she's in no condition to, she's stuck in the past 50 years before she died and 42 years before she was even born. Only maybe an hour ago was her last memory just in the same Hogwarts ground 50 years in the future, her eyes flashed by green lights as she dropped dead.

Death wasn't scary, living is.

In the middle of her thoughts, while staring blankly at the back of the dark haired boy's head. The large corridor opened itself revealing a younger version of then deceased headmaster Dumbledore, who's now only a teacher. "The sorting ceremony will begin soon." He said swiftly as the corridor opened wider revealing the four long wooden tables decorated by different colored cloths engraved with crests that represent each house. The familiar candles floating on the ceiling and the unfamiliar face of Headmaster Dippet who had already passed away years in the future at the end of the halls, watching the students coming in one by one while sitting on the large headmaster chair.
'Now i don't know if i should be amazed or creeped out about seeing dead people alive here' she thought, whilst concluding that she should just get used to it since she'd seen ghosts before. Talking about ghosts, many ghosts within the school float around the great halls as they greet the new first year. "New students!", "About to be sorted, I suppose?" a few ghosts exclaimed.

"Move along.", "The Sorting Hat ceremony is starting.", "Form a line and follow me, childrens." Dumbledore spoke firmly. First years one by one formed a line as they followed him to a chair a few feets in front of the headmaster's position, a hat sitting just on top of the wooden chair.
One by one, names were called by Dumbledore as he placed the sorting hat on top of each student, sorting them into their house.
"Tom Riddle." Dumbledore firmly spoke, his eyes holding on the small skinny boy who stepped forward and sat on the chair, seemingly more attentive towards the boy than the rest of the students he called up before.
it only took a bit before the sorting hat yelled "Slytherin!"
and cheers of the slytherin house echoed through the halls while Tom walked towards his now new home.
"Mia Heartstring.'' Only now did she realize Dumbledore had been staring at her, his eyes glistening a bit while he held the hat. She sighed once more, school is amazing in the wizarding world but.. again?
She walked towards the chair, sitting down as the hat sat itself on her head.
"Curious... very curious, you're not from here are you?" The hat muttered, Mia smiled nervously "Now how did I forget you sort people through legilimency" she whispered back to the hat.
"I've already sorted you once, in the future." She nodded gently, just a gentle shake that goes unnoticed by most.
"I stand by my words." The hat concluded.

"Slytherin!"

'oh shit, here we go again'

Since she was sorted right after Tom, she sat next to him at the long Slytherin table. Taking a glance at the boy who easily portrayed his manipulative charms by catching conversation with other housemates, Mia noticed an empty space within his eyes that simply lacked empathy in them, she shrugged it off however, seeing as Tom is merely a child and to be honest if no one had taught him empathy while residing in Wool's orphanage then there's no way he'd know how to feel it either. He's just a boy, not the dark lord Voldemort who became simply inhuman after splitting his souls in 7 and murdered hundreds of lives.
Mia tidied her messy but soft blonde hair, fixing it a little before she tapped her small fingers on Tom's shoulder.
The boy turnt to her, a smirk on his still face. Mia's hand reached out, just in front of Tom.
"I'm Mia, Mia Heartstring. Nice to meet you.." She smiled brightly at the boy, hesitantly he took her hand. "Tom Riddle." he spoke simply.
"I hope we get along, I'm also a first year and to be honest I'd like to roam these halls with a friend rather than alone." She spoke softly, the last part cupping her hand over Tom's ears she whispered. Though Tom's reaction was a bit delayed, he nodded his head regardless. Accepting the request seeing as he's still unfamiliar with the wizarding world, only knowing about it when Dumbledore visited him months prior at the orphanage. As far as he knew, the Heartstring family has been a pureblood family running businesses within the wizarding world and having someone to collect information from so early on is a good thing.

Mia did not know why she felt the need to befriend the Tom Riddle, but she did acquire none or less a friend in the lone year 1938 where she doesn't necessarily felt as belonged to just minutes prior to that introduction.

'A win is a win," she put it.

Then, the sorting ceremony ended. Foods and snacks began appearing on the long table after the headmaster exclaimed "Let the feast begin."
Mia did not hesitate to take a few muffins or two turkey legs to put on Tom's plate, not taking anything from the pile she collected for him. Tom nudged the plate back towards her, with a small unnoticeable and uncomfortable frown on his face.
'Oh well' she simply grinned while eating what she previously collected for Tom.
Once the feast ended, the prefect of each house led their first years to their common room. While Mia already knew where her common room was, It was still fun experiencing the magical moment once more as a kid. This time not with Draco Malfoy or Blaise Zabini but rather the one who would rule over their parents in the future, Voldemort.
The Slytherin common room doorway was a hidden door, exposed by a large stone serpent.
"Pure blood." Spoke the Prefect, as he led them downwards through a spiral staircase, leading to a dungeon-like room with greenish lamps and chair, the dungeon itself extended part of itself under the black lake where occasionally you can see lights coming through from the magical beasts that resides within its water. Decorated by low backed black and dark green button-turfed, leather sofas, skeleton and skulls of many creatures within glass boxes for display and dark wood cupboards. Lit by the lights reflecting from the lake through glass panes, green lamps and the fireplace which lies in the middle of the common room, located just a few stairs above the way down towards the extended area that was part way lake and glass panes.
'Mmm, peppermint and pine forest.. still my favorite smell.' Mia thought, taking a whiff of the familiar common room that didn't seem so different even 5 decades before.
"Now you will see that all your luggage has already been transferred to your dorm,..." Within just a few feets away, you could hear the Prefect talking while he leads the first year through the Slytherin common room, though it's only stuff Mia's heard before..
"What's the prefect's name again?" Mia whispered towards the also not so interested in dorm-talk boy next to her, they'd been walking next to each other through the halls. Sticking as new close friends in the unfamiliar castle of Hogwarts. "Eduardus Black." Tom whispered back sternly. In response Mia only nodded nervously, hearing the same name of the then ended bloodline of prestigious house of Black by none other than their future descendant Sirius Black sent chills down her spine.
Afterall, no one knows what the future may hold.

That night, in the girl's dorm room alongside her 3 other roommates was the moment Heartstring could finally lay down and collect her thoughts in somewhat solitude.
Inside the rather spacious dorm room, where four beds sat in a circular position with each bed's feet facing the middle of the room while its head is pressed against the stone wall. The dorm room lit up by green lights and torches burning on the stone wall, Mia's bed sat at the furthest left corner. Though the dorm is shared in one room the most private thing about it is the curtains hanging on the long wooden frame of each bed which allows the student to let loose inorder to have privacy for themselves, Mia had decided to loosen hers when she laid down on the soft bed inorder to collect her thoughts.
What is she going to do now? 50 years in the past where the only person she can rely on is herself, everything was strange in its own part. She checked her luggage right when she stepped inside the dorm. She has her Gringott key, the people here know her by her own name.
What happened to her family? her then dead family when she became an orphan due to a horrible accident caused by Voldemort? The current Heartstring family now has not yet been ended through her, but she doesn't know them. Does she get revenge? against an 11 years old boy who only attended Hogwarts now, who probably felt Hogwarts as homely as she did before. She doesn't hold grudges against the boy, she lived a second life too long to care about revenge for her future self who might not even exist in the future at all, and to be honest she could care less about the victims that fell by the reign of the dark lord, she didn't know them personally to care, even if she does she couldn't care less about them or their grieving family of three, in fact she never truly knew her parents nor did she care enough to want to get-to-know them after 18 years years living without them just fine.
Perhaps it is wise to live like before, avoiding the drama that could bring trouble upon her like the plague. Or, stick close to he-who-must-not-be-named and watch how he became the dark lord with chocolate frogs and a not-yet invented 3D glasses in her hands? Suddenly, out of excitement Mia whiffed her body, sitting up from the lying position before on her dorm bed.
She just came up with the most exciting and brilliant idea she could ever think of in the 5 decades she traveled through time.
'I'm going to watch how Tom Riddle became Voldemort.'

Actually she'll probably change the course of time just by existing in this era and she recognizes this problem, however. No Voldemort and yes Voldemort are both irrelevant wins to her.