Clarie De La Fontaine, who is Harry Potter's half-sister, goes back in time by accident. She meets none other than Tom Riddle, Voldemort himself. She plans to avenge all the people he killed by killing him, but will she actually go through with it?
Why is it that all the days blur into each other when you like someone? Not just that, but also having a huge friend group. Ever since Tom has been nicer because of me, all of us have been closer. Well, most of us. Mulciber is still holding back for some reason.
Anyway, the point is, I never thought I would be here and enjoy spending my time with the man who killed my friends and family. I never thought I would befriend his followers who would end up killing people for him. Who knew I would be getting ready for the winter ball to see my date who is Tom fucking Riddle. My life is unreal at this point.
As I finish my makeup for the ball, I get up to go put on my dress. My dress is a beautiful floor length, off the shoulder gown. The gown is a blood red color with a slit up to my mid thigh.
The dress in question:
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I put it on quickly, then use a spell to curl my hair. I hear a knock at my door and go to open it. There Tom is, he's wearing an elegant tuxedo that matches perfectly with my dress. He looks as handsome as ever.
He stares at me as soon as I open the door. "I see you're admiring beauty," I say teasingly.
"I take lessons to heart," he replies. I laugh and hold my hand out to grab. He takes it and escorts me out of the dormitories. I see Mulciber lurking in the shadows. I pay no mind to him as we go find the group.
We all meet up outside the great hall. Everyone is here except Mulciber.
"I give everyone time to be here for a reason! Why can't he follow the schedule!" Valentine sighs and puts his hands on his hips.
We wait a few more minutes when Mulciber finally gets here.
"And where were you?!" Valentine asks.
"You really want to know about my bathroom troubles?" Muciber responds. Valentine just rolls his eyes.
"Well, now if everybody is here, let's get this party started!" Dune says, laughing.
We all walk in as a group through the doors, and everyone's heads turn. We just ignore it and go straight to a table. We are all used to people staring at us.
We are all having a conversation when the doors burst open. Music starts playing, and Lestrange and Beverly walk through the doors.
Beverly is wearing an awful poofy hot pink dress. Lestrange is wearing a disgusting hot pink suit with a blood red heart shape necklace. It looks vaguely familiar for some reason.
