Heart | Tom Riddle

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"Hurry you prat!" My step mother Ethel called as she hurried me and my older brother Sebastian along, it was my first year attending Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She pulled my older brother into a tight hug and kissed his forehead, telling him how much she loved and adored him.

She absolutely hated me, I was proof of my fathers affair. But then again did she really think he, a pureblood, direct descended from Rowena Ravenclaw, would settle for a plain muggle?

I don't hold anything against muggles, I feel we're equil. I just hate my stepmother.

I'm a half blood, my parents are Alexander Bristol (pureblood), descendant of Ravenclaw, and Briel Rose (halfblood) descendant of Griffindor. My mother died in childbirth, I never got a chance to know her, but luckily for me my father went directly back to his first wife, and mother of Sebastian. Ethel hated me so much whenever my father wasn't looking she'd pour a little bleach in my food. Luckily for me I have very strong senses and know when and when not to eat the she-devils cooking.

"C'mon Vi!" Sebastian urged as he climbed on the Hogwarts Express. I quickly followed close behind only to have him shoot me a disapproving look as he found the compartment with his friends, Sebastian was a sixth year, and apparently didn't want his 10 year old little sister tagging along with him.

I found a compartment with only a boy in it, he was alone and had his nose in a book.

"Um? Do you mind if I sit here?" I asked not wanting to intrude on him. He looked at me, his dark eyes feeling as if they were staring into my very soul. He forced a smile.

"Sure" he spoke softly. I sat across from him, looking out the window.

"I'm Tom, Tom Riddle." He spoke curiosity taking over his handsome features.

"Violet Bristol." I smiled.

"Nice to meet you." He spoke with a cold smile.

5 years later

"Therefore, there are no possible ways for proctor roots to be used in potions," Tom was saying in answer to Professor Slughorn's question.

"Very good, Tom! Another ten points to Slytherin!" Slughorn exclaimed excitedly. That was when I shot my hand up into the air. The professor looked at me questioningly. "Yes, Miss Bristol?"

"I beg to differ, Professor," I replied. The whole class turned around and looked at me, the silver haired girl.

"In what way?" Slughorn asked slowly. "Tom did answer the question correctly."

The ends of My lips twitched. To someone looking on it was pretty clear that I was having a hard time trying to conceal a smirk and correct Tom at the same time.

"While it is true that in most cases proctor roots cannot be used in potions, there are some rare cases in which they can," I responded. "It is commonly accepted that proctor roots lack the magical properties that are required in potion ingredients. However, in truth, it would be more accurate to say that their magical properties are locked up.

"In some cases, when a proctor root has been worn by a witch or a wizard for a long period of time, its magical properties have the chance to become unlocked. Of course, each proctor root is unique and the magical property of each root is different, but that certainly does not mean that proctor roots do not have the potential."

The whole class looked at the young woman in awe while Slughorn clapped his hands together in happiness.

"Excellent, Miss Bristol!" the Potions professor said excitedly. "Fifteen points to Ravenclaw!"

A satisfied expression crossed My face face.

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"The theory clearly states that mixing the two potions together would cancel out the properties!" I argued in Potions a couple of days later.

"That's why it's a theory and not a fact," Tom disagreed.

Apparently, he had had enough of Me correcting everything he had to say.

Slughorn looked at his two as though he was watching a tennis match that he immensely enjoyed.

The other Slytherins were always looking angrily at me while the two of us bickered. Abraxas Malfoy, in particular, seemed to hold a grudge against me, if not only for getting his lord riled up but also because I had turned him down for the Yule ball in 3rd year.

The other students in the classroom had bored expressions on their faces as they immersed themselves in daydreams. Augusta, on the other hand, managed to ignore Me, although there were a couple of times when I could catch her glancing at me with a calculating look.

"It will not work," I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"If you base everything on theory and not try it beforehand, Miss Bristol, you can't be sure if it will work or not," Tom commented disapprovingly.

"Oh, I'm sure you've tried every single theory to see if there are ways around them," the Ravenclaw huffed.

"I was just suggesting that the two potions would've worked perfectly together. By no means do I have disregard for the theories that were created in the past," the Heir of Slytherin explained silkily after a moment of silence.

His feelings were locked behind the façade he had put up again.

I was biting my lower lip.

"Yes...I...I suppose...I misunderstood you the first time," I stuttered before sitting back down in my chair.

"Well, then! After that enlightening debate between Tom and Mary Violet, why don't we get started on the potion for today?" Slughorn asked gleefully.

This was a daily occurrence, the pair of us often had intellectual debates, seeing as the people I usually surrounded myself with we're not as qualified to give such fire and passion to intellectual debates. It was well known that she had better grades and took more classes than the head girl.

The bell rang and Tom grabbed his bag and was out of the classroom in less than a second it seemed.

Slughorn gave me an apologetic smile, he seemed to think that Tom and Violet were more than just friends, and we were hardly friends. Tom has never actually spoken to me outside of class, well unless you count the train ride before first year and he hardly spoke ten words to me.

But that was about to change.