Julietta Belle Elise Goldwood was one of the most peculiar and talented students to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts. She was a Goldwood first of all, a family that is shrouded in secrecy. They are one of the oldest wizarding families and are rich beyond comprehension. The next peculiar thing about Julietta was her appearance. Her hair was pure white like an old ladies. Her eyes were a bright violet color that drew people in. Her looks and family name couldn't be looked over until you saw her magical ability. She didn't use a wand as no wand had ever connected with her. She merely waved her hand and magic did her bidding just like everybody else. The last and most peculiar thing about this young girl was that she was able to tame a dark beast, Tom Riddle. She captured the heart of the heartless causing a chain of events that changed the course of history.

[meh- ta- noy- ah] *Greek (n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life ☆☆☆ Veruca Penderwick is an extraordinary witch. With her powerful magic and strong heart, she will be his second chance. She will be remembered as no more than a Hogwarts student, but she will be so much more. "It's as simple as that, maybe as complicated too. But it's good. No matter the way it happened or keeps happening, it's good." Tom Riddle will forever be a mystery to most everyone who knew him. His dark mind and incredible charm will not aid him, however, when Veruca practically falls into his lap. "No one expects an angel to set the world on fire." ☆☆☆ DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter characters mentioned in this story. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I DO own Veruca Penderwick and her story, as well as her family and their history. Any other OC's of mine, also belong to me. They will be mentioned here as I add them to the story. Oc's of mine: Victorie and Sylvester Webb Moony- the cat

"my bones are stained with sins, scorched from fires, broken by betrayal, cold in loneliness, soaked in blood, and still we keep fighting." ~ Kenna Karamakov is just trying to leave. Leave the family home she grew up in that was never really hers, leave the school she never belonged to and leave her own mind. However, she still has two more years at Hogwarts and hopes they go along fast. But Kenna never gets what she hopes for. When Dumbledore offers her a proposition she can't resist, Kenna is thrown into the twisted world of Tom Marvolo Riddle. Kenna soon learns that once you get into the mind of the dark orphan, it's near impossible to get out. Yet, does she want to get out? Or has she finally found someone who carves darkness as much as her?

Growing up meant realizing the imperfections of the world. The darkness that took forms in pure evil- or a mere boy. She was a simple Hufflepuff with a strong ancestry. He was the Heir of Slytherin, whom could have no love yet would still make her his. But what if losing her was the reason Tom Riddle lost himself...

↘︎ ❝ as kids, they believed in magic as teens, they knew magic and as adults, they became magic ❞ ~ - in which a boy finds a part of himself in someone who's been there since the beginning ~ © 2017

ɢᴅᴢɪᴇ ᴍʀᴏᴋ sᴘᴏᴛʏᴋᴀ śᴡɪᴀᴛᴌᴏ. ɢᴅᴢɪᴇ ᴄɪsᴢᴀ sᴘᴏᴛʏᴋᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴏs. ɢᴅᴢɪᴇ ᴡᴀ̨ᴢ̇ sᴘᴏᴛʏᴋᴀ ᴋʀᴜᴋᴀ.

CRINGY AS FUCK READ AT OWN RISK Freya Taschereau was Tom Riddle's first and last love. She was an aristocratic witch, with intelligence that sparkles in her eyes. She was beautiful, kind, and stubborn. But to him all she would ever be was his. From the minute his eyes met hers, he was infatuated. All rights for everything accept the plot and OCs to J K Rowling. I know how cliché this sounds I wrote it when I was like thirteen, and we all know that phase. It's pretty decent though.

- Bujdka! - zawołała Lydia, wchodząc do mieszka Chefsiby Smith. Skrzat zmaterializował się przed kobietą. - Witam panienko. Ciocia panienki jest w salonie, przyjmuje gościa. - W takim razie, zobaczmy co to za gość - odparła kobieta, podając skrzatu płaszcz. Lydia była naprawdę ciekawa, kto tym razem odwiedził jej ciotkę. Chefsibę znano wśród śmietanki arystokratycznej czarodziei z jej zamiłowania do przyjęć i zainteresowania mężczyznami. Wszystko byłoby w porządku gdyby nie fakt, że Chefsiba wyglądem przypominała okazałą babeczkę nieudolnie ozdobioną przez czterolatka. Merlinowi niech będą dzięki, że Lydia nie odziedziczyła jej genów. Tak więc lista osób, które mogły znajdować się w tamtym czasie w salonie Chefsiby była długa. Mimo to Lydia nigdy nie wpisałaby na nią Toma Riddle'a. A jednak. Praca bierze udział w Konkursie literackim "Splątane nici" organizowanym przez @glnozyce.

Tom Marvolo Riddle był dla wszystkich wielką układanką zagadek, znaków zapytania i wybrakowania. Okazało się jednak, że niektóre zagadki najtrudniejsze do rozwiązania są z perspektywy najbardziej wyidealizowanej i do bólu subiektywnej ─ samego ślizgona. Na początku namiętnie i długo patrzył w lustro. Jego problemem był fakt, że pod zimnym spojrzeniem wszystkie lustra okazywały się przybierać nazwę „Ain Eingarp". Dodatkowo, czasami okazywało się, że imię „Delilah" ma dość dużo skrótów, wiedzy, pomieszania, niezdecydowania i nudy, a jego właścicielka ─ dużo tych wszystkich cech połączonych i nazwanych wdzięcznie „odpowiedziami". A w tym wypadku odpowiedzią jak najbardziej mogło być lustro.