Light and Dark (Tom Riddle)

Chapter 3: A New Perspective

"She had a wild, wandering soul but when she loved, she loved with chaos and that made all the difference."

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Toms POV:

Stepping off of the train and I couldn't be happier.

Gods it's like being stuck in a finite metal container with a bunch of dull-witted children.

I had been hidden away by the backend of the train. Meaning I must walk past all the first years who were scrambling to get to that oversized oaf.

As I walked, I didn't pay much attention to those insignificant first years.

That was until a flash of pink walked past me. The smell of sweet strawberries and honey overcame my senses. The light from her soul was practically emulating out of her. Like a halo of light. Truly a creature of pure beauty and love. I looked back for a second. She was short but well developed. Much too developed for an 11 year old.

She must be the new 5th year I heard everyone talking about on the train.

I turned faced forward once again when some child ran straight into me.
"Watch it" I sneered, the kid looked like he was going to wet his pants.

Good, be afraid.

He quickly ran away from me.
Looking back once again. She was gone. She had appeared and left within moments, like an angel.

Ugh get a grip. She is nothing to me. And she will never mean anything to me.
...But it might be fun to destroy her light.

A collection of thoughts of how I could crush her delicate soul excited me.

It would be so simple and so easy

I smirked at the thought.

I met with my followers at the carriages. Nott, Rosier, Warren and Malfoy. They like to pretend we are friends. But we all know who is above them.
Me obviously
The ride up to the castle was filled with nonsensical chit-chat. I simply turned my attention to the passing greenery around us.
"That girl, Melody? I think her name was. Dude she was fine as hell" Malfoy said. He always was trying to find a new body to fuck.
"Yeah but her hair was practically pink! Turn off" Nott replied.

Pink?

"Are you speaking of the new 5th year?" I asked, my interest suddenly peaked
"Obviously who else?" Warren said, I'm getting very close to fixing that attitude problem she's got.
"But Max! she practically filled the whole compartment with the smell of strawberries and honey! Fuck bro, if that isn't a turn on I don't know what is." Malfoy whined back in retaliation to Nott.
"God the way you guys talk about women is disgusting" Warren rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms. Meaning that this conversation about Melody was to be over, unless you wanna get slapped upside the head.
"Honestly I don't understand what you guys see in her." Rosier commented under his breath.
Our heads snapped towards him and eyes darted between him and Warren, wondering what her reaction will be to his comment about Melody.
"Bro shut up. No one cares what you think about her. She's a sweet girl." She glared at Rosier, then turned to the other boys, "and not a fuck bag" she slapped Nott and Malfoy upside the head,"and don't talk bad about her. She made us this drawing." She proudly held up the drawing Melody had made for them.
It was pretty good, but I'll never admit that aloud.
I replied with a grunt. Not wishing to speak anymore.
We all entered the great hall together. Me leading as the rest follow of course. Sitting at the Slytherin table in the same spot as we have been the last five years.
Again the conversations began, again not about anything with substance.

The doors to the great hall were then cracked open. Allowing for Headmaster Sharp to enter. The chatter between students didn't falter until he got up to the podium and spoke.
"Attention everyone. As I'm sure majority of you are aware. We have a new student joining us. A fifth year. Who will need to be sorted. Melody Marshall please come in." With a swift move of his hand the doors of the great hall opened. Showing Melody Marshall standing there frozen. 

And she looked absolutely terrified.
The look of pure terror on her face amused me. Thoughts and images of me causing that fear surged through my mind like movie.
"Please approach the stool." Sharp said. Slowly she began walking towards it. Her only focus was the stool. Her hands began to fidget with themselves.
Her skirt bounced as she walked, her shoulders were stiff and she looked like she was about to cry. Her eyes were huge, and her eyebrows seemed to be permanently tilted upwards like she was making 'puppy dog eyes'

"Poor girl, she's probably terrified right now." Warren leaned over to whisper. Which was met with nods from the boys.

Yeah, she is.

Once she did make it to the stool and sit down, she looked like a deer in the headlights.

It's slightly pitiful.

I looked over her.
She had hip-length strawberry blonde hair,  she was a bit chubby in the thighs and tummy, but in all honesty it just added to her soft and sweet appearance.
she had a small nose and rose stained cheeks, she had patches of freckles along her cheeks and bridge of her nose. Her eyelashes were long, they almost looked fake. She had gloss on her lips.

I wonder what it tastes like

I could tell she was scanning the crowd for those she knew. For a moment it stopped on the head girl, Rylie Janes, and then her eyes came our table. Warren gave her a small smile, which she returned. And then her eyes met with mine.

Green
Like a never ending forest.
We stared, trapped, locked in eye contact. It felt as if I was searching each corner of her soul, trying to find any darkness but there was none. Only light. She searched mine. She saw darkness, yet did not cower away.

It was a bond so strong that even when our eyes disconnected, it would continue tie us together.
"Ahem, this is the sorting hat. It will place you into your house for the rest of your years here."
The larger brown witches hat was places atop her head gently
"Like this! Ahahahaha" The loud raspy voice of the sorting hat spoke.

He must've read her mind. I could too if I truly wanted to.

"Oh my god the hat is talking" I could hear her whisper screamed to herself. She covered her face with her hands momentarily.

She's embarrassed.

I smirked.
"Indeed I am. Now let's see here. A kind heart you have. Kinder than most I've ever seen, with such a troubled past, it is rare."
A troubled past? How could she? She was the definition of a perfect upbringing?
"While you do have a bit of sass, not enough to be placed into Slytherin."

A shame but not unexpected. I mean look at her.

"Intelligent but not knowledgeable hungry, so count Ravenclaw out. Now it's between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor."

Literally anything but Gryffindor

"I see loyalty, acceptance, and sensitivity, along with very patient when it come to the ones you love...Best be, HUFFLEPUFF." A crowd of black and yellow erupted in cheers. All of the students ushering her towards them.

The largest smile I think I've ever seen played onto her lips. She was happy yet I couldn't help but feel  a bubbling sensation inside of my stomach watching her go to them.