Chapter Three
I had only spent a few days at the orphanage. The two girls from my first day who I now knew the names of, Natasha and Alicia, kept me company during meals, filling me in on what little gossip the orphanage had to offer. Usually it seemed to have to do with Riddle - to my great dismay.
But I didn't mind being around my new companions. We were as different as people can be. Yet there was something strangely comforting about being around... normal people I suppose. Even if they were no-majs.
I suppose one part of me hoped that maybe their normalcy could rub off. That I for a moment could be a part of their world. Even if it was just pretend.
The time I hadn't spent around Natasha and Alicia I had spent in the little garden, watching Julius hunt mice in the bushes and attempting to climb the great oak. During my few days he had already managed to charm everyone. Almost everyone that is.
The always closed door beside mine remained a constant remainder of him.
Riddle.
During my stay we hadn't talked again. He had barely so much as glanced in my direction. Our only encounter played on repeat in my mind.
Pathetic.
I still couldn't help but agree. And I still couldn't help myself from hating myself for it. I tried to tell myself to ignore him. To tell myself he was a jerk. But how could I when he was all the others seemed to talk about?
Riddle. Fucking Riddle.
Quiet strange Riddle that always sat by himself but could silence an entire room with a mere glance. They were all afraid of him, that much I had gathered. Strange incidents over the years. And in the midst of it all, Riddle.
The way they talked about him he seemed like the devil and prince, all at the same time. Something told me that Riddle would have loved both comparisons.
Knock knock
I sat alone in my room reading from one of my old school books when I heard the knocking at my door. Instinctively I hid the book underneath my pillow, sitting up straight.
"Come in."
Just as I had suspected Mrs Cole entered, she spared a quick smile to Julius before stepping aside, making room for a second person. An older man with a beard and long brown hair with just a few strands of white. Halfmoon formed glasses framed two piercing blue eyes.
I felt myself tensen, but there was something different about this man. He didn't make me feel nearly as uneasy as I had expected. His presence was warm and the smile he gave me even more so.
"Good evening, Amberly." He said softly. "My name is Professor Dumbledore."
"Professor Dumbledore is the Professor I mentioned, Amberly. One of the teachers at your new school." Mrs Cole said reassuringly. "He has asked to speak to you before school starts. That's alright with you, I presume?"
I forced a smile and nodded. "Quite so, ma'am."
"Alright then, I'll leave the two of you two it." She said with a smile, touching my shoulder gently before leaving, stopping only a moment to look back at me. "I will be close by if you need me, dear."
I gave her one appreciative look before she closed the door behind her. For all her faults and strict rules Mrs Cole did care. It was a strange feeling. And a comforting one.
"Do you mind if I sit down?" Professor Dumbledore asked kindly and gestured toward the chair once Mrs Cole had left.
"Be my guest." I said with a weak smile.
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Not Broken, Not Yet | Tom Riddle
Fanfiction"His entire being was engraved into my very soul and I found myself afraid of falling asleep, afraid that my unconscious mind, like my heart, would speak his name." Amberly Green is the charming transfer student from Ilvermorny. But under the charmi...