The Hidden Darkness

Tom Riddle had no idea that someone in Hogwarts knew what he was doing. Since First year they had been the perfect spy. He was too quiet, preserved. She watched from any place possible. She grew to hate him. They were enemies. He hated her because she would always block his attempts at her mind. She would always know what he was thinking. He knew that for sure. She even finished his sentences with him sometimes. He was dark and terrible. She was rude, uncontrollable. Nobody could figure out why she was in Slytherin though. The sorting hat knew from what little she let him see. She showed him the parts of her mind that made him hope that she would never have children. He never wanted to sort anything like her again. Mira Leforte.