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[Tom Riddle]

AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S REAL
but i know i never
WANTED ANYTHING SO BAD
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how wonderful it was to be back at hogwarts; finally away from the rotten hell he had called 'home' ever since he had been born. the orphanage sure as hell wasn't any home but tom didn't have any other place to live. his mother died giving birth to him and his father.. well, who the hell knew where and what he was? as tom believed, his father was a great wizard and his mother was the filthy muggle - get real; if she had truly been a witch then she wouldn't have died, while giving birth to her son, now would she? it was frustrating to think that your own mother didn't have enough strength to keep herself alive for her newborn son. it made tom wonder, sometimes, if she had truly wanted him. did she love him? but then again, what did he care? what was love anyway? who needed love, tom could surely live without it. he'd never felt love to anyone. ever. whatever.

it had been about one week since he had arrived at hogwarts for his fourth year, along with all the other students - from annoying first years to even more annoying seventh years. he had already been all around the school, taking every opportunity to go re-explore the magnificent castle. he did this every year and not because he'd forget the secret passage ways an stuff - not at all - but because that he always found it fun to explore the castle which was his home for most of the year, which had been his home more then any other home he had lived in. at hogwarts people accepted him as he was; a weird person who was able to perform magic and master them with much perfection.

the only place he had yet to visit this year was the forbidden forest. now, normally students wouldn't be allowed to go out here, due to the dangers they would be put out to if they did, but tom gave shit about what the professors said. he was better then anybody else and would be able to arm himself, with the help of his magic stick of course, if any danger was inflicted upon him. he considered himself advanced in magic, one of the most powerful wizards in this school, regardless his age. he loved power and feeling superior to everyone around him; he could be quite arrogant at times, but, with time, you learned how to live with that.

walking past the groundskeepers hut, he continued toward the forbidden forest with a wicked smile toying with his delicate, pale, lips. as he reached the forest, he stopped and looked into the mist of the forest. this was definitely, no question about it, the most beautiful place in the whole school. the mysterious darkness of the forest gave you a feeling that the forest was pulling you in. there was something so enchanting, however scary, about the forest which was undeniably beautiful. "perfect,"

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[napoleon quinn murders]

OOPS GUESS I SHOT YA

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"No sense makes sense."

Young Napoleon Murders quoted, staring herself down in front of the mirror. Quoting a mad cult leader wasn't normally on her list of things to do today. But, the quote popped into her cluttered brain when she saw herself in the mirror, her hair a mess and her clothes lightly dusted in dirt. This was no way a Pureblood should present themselves. She quickly dusted herself off, before righting her hair. How on Earth had she done this? And then she remembered. The whole falling down the staircase and into an ancient tapestry, which proceeded to dump dust on her. Oh, right!

Now, normally, Napoleon would never be so clumsy, but today she was all nerves. Perhaps it was from being back at Hogwarts. She had always loved the castle, loved it's history and it's charm. Oh, she was always waiting to come back. If she could, she'd get her daddy to buy the entire castle! But then, it wouldn't be the same, would it? And, even in her cold heart... which was warming every day, she could never be so cruel as to take away the home to all the boys and girls who never had an actual home. But then with the Mudbloods and Halfbloods... well, she couldn't care less about them, it was the Purebloods whose parents were never there, or would beat them.

It wasn't Napoleon's place to tell anybody about these children, so she always shut her mouth. Thinking about this, she made her way onto the Hogwarts Grounds. She didn't know where exactly she was going, but her feet seemed to be taking her toward the Forbidden Forest. Hmm, she'd only been in her once, last year. She came with a Slytherin in her year, who then proceeded to try to get something out of her. Well, Napoleon wasn't a whore... and she wasn't going to be one when she was 12! Goodness, did these people think all Purebloods were naughty little sluts behind their mommy and daddy's backs? Well, most were... And Napoleon, however she didn't like to admit it, was slowly getting there. Sighing, Nap entered the dark forest.

She knew that it was off limits, but she had a certain hunger for adventure, and a lust for danger. Though, she had to admit she was a tad bit frightened of the misty forest... Most would be. But when she saw who was in front of her, Napoleon's blood pumped double time through her veins. Oh... Tom Riddle. She had a small crush on the older boy. But who wouldn't? He was a total... heartthrob? But, she was rather scared of him. He was very... serious and from what she heard, he had a troubled past, which made him intimidating. Well, she'd have to find out. She opened her mouth to speak when her foot caught on a root and she stumbled, a rather loud, unPureblood squeaky noise coming out of her mouth, which she was sure he had heard. Oh, dammit! Napoleon held her breath as she waited to see if he noticed. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[Tom Riddle]

AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S REAL
but i know i never
WANTED ANYTHING SO BAD
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just as he was standing there, all in peace with himself, and admiring the forbidden forest with all it's glory, all misty and stuff, a squeak, which made him automatically pull out his wand from beneath his robes, ripped through the silence and he turned around, only to see that a carrot-top was lying on the ground. a laugh then broke from his silent lips and he lowered his wand, not wanting to scare the girl all to much even though that was one of his favorite activities. the laugh was slightly mocking, perhaps because that was just how tom would react to every hurt that was caused to anybody, however there was also something very playful about it. of course, despite him being the serious fourteen year old he was, he was still a kid; a young teenager, who liked to have his share of fun.

looking over at the root she had tripped over only made him laugh even harder, and he stepped forward to the girl with the fiery red hair. "how very talented you are,"

[/color] he chuckled, his voice soft and musical. had you not known who he was, you could have easily been mistaking him for being a vampire. however, he was not a vampire, he was just charming and this was how he had always spoken; nothing new about that. standing beside her, he gazed down at her fire-y hair, a broad smile visible on his pale lips. he recognized the pure-blooded slytherin third year; she was a murders, was she not? if he remembered correctly, and he usually did, her name was napoleon however most of her friends tended to call her 'nap'. personally, tom wasn't a big fan of nicknames but that was just him.

hesitating a little, he finally extended his hand, with those long fingers, toward her and by this offering his help to get her up. not waiting for her to take his hand, which she would probably be very hesitant about since tom seemed to be rather feared around here by the younger ones, he bend down and closed his hand around hers, pulling her gently up. yes, the boy was a cold-hearted bastard but he knew how to behave; some of his mothers good-hearted soul had rubbed off on him when he had been born - perhaps he wasn't all pure evil, however he would much rather not think of himself as his mothers son. she was weak and weak people never got far - just look at her now, where was she? in her grave, that was right.

after steadying her, he pulled his pale hand back and aided the other hand in stuffing the wand back under his school robes. returning to eye napoleon, who stood in front of him, another little smile appeared on his lips "are you always this klutzy?"[/color] he asked, knowing he might sound like a jerk. he didn't care. with hair like that, the girl had to have a temper and tom was known for loving to irritate the temperamental students. he liked to get them fired up. "murders, is it not? napoleon."[/color] he muttered, questioning the younger student in front of him. "watch where you're going next time - not a smart idea to trip in this forest, you could risk being eaten up by some scary creature. not your preferable death, believe me,"[/color] he said, attempting to scare the younger one, as he turned around and started to walk into the forest "are you coming?"[/color] he called out to the girl, basically inviting her to join him.

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[napoleon quinn murders]

OOPS GUESS I SHOT YA

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Napoleon flinched as a wand was suddenly pointed down at her. Her eyes wide, she stared at tip, almost daring him to shoot some spell, but alas, he let it down. Riddle was one confusing teen. He was mysterious and handsome and there were things that she knew she didn't know about, things she didn't want to know about. Was there some risk in being out here with him? But, as that thought passed her brain, Napoleon mentally laughed. What was he going to do, Avada her right here in the forest? Yeah, right.

Napoleon was going to brush off the whole 'i'm going to either impale you with my pointy magic stick or i shall shoot you with a spell' thing and just be a cheery girl to him, but when he started to laugh, noticing that it was a root she had tripped over, her eyes narrowed. She guessed a lot of people tripped quite often over roots, it wasn't that big of a deal, man!

But his voice... it sent chills down her spine. It was soft and musical, flowing just like a song would. She stared up at him, almost mesmerized by his face. He was really serious, was he not? This Tom Riddle boy, he had such serious, troubled, beautiful eyes. She briefly wondered what those eyes had seen... And his face, was so mature, and developed. He certainly was not a boy, she realized, he was a man. She wanted to reach out and touch the pale skin on his face, but quickly let that thought go.

The boy, err, man spoke again. Mocking her. Her face turned a slight shade of red as she bit back so many foul words she wanted to scream at Riddle. She kept them on her tongue, afraid to open her mouth. So, she did not respond. Mainly because she had nothing to say back to that. No comeback came to mind, so she just let the words hang in the air.

Tom extended his hand to her. Napoleon stared at it for a moment before reaching out, meeting his hand halfway there. She was rather scared to touch him, as if his... scary-ness would haunt her or something. His grip was... strong and very much like that of a man. Sighing, she allowed her tiny frame to be lifted back up. Only then did she notice how short she was compared to the boy. Her tiny 4'11", 85 pound self was rather tiny in comparison to him. But, when wasn't that case? She always was the shorter of the group. It certainly wasn't fair!

His hand stuffed his wand back into his pocket, and Napoleon ran her thumb across the waist band of her skirt, having no robes on. When she felt her wand she sighed in relief, making sure it was indeed there if she needed it. Which she hoped she wouldn't. Riddle spoke again, mocking her. This time she couldn't hold it back. "Are you always this much of an arsehole?" She snapped, crossing her arms over her flat chest and resting her weight on her left leg.

She certainly was a little spitfire, that Napoleon. "Yes, Napoleon Murders, at your service, my lord!" She teased, bowing low to the ground, her hair enveloping her face. Standing back up straight, she listened to his words. She shouldn't trip in the forest because some 'scary creature' might come and eat her up! Really? Napoleon rolled his eyes behind his back and just replied to his 'are you coming?'. "Yes, unfortunately, I am stupid enough to follow you into a dark misty forest." She muttered, running to his side, careful not to trip over anymore roots.

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[Tom Riddle]

AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S REAL
but i know i never
WANTED ANYTHING SO BAD
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her eyes changed from wide to narrowed and then to wide again, and he couldn't help the form his eyebrow took - arching slightly upward in a questioning matter. would she decide on a facial expression soon, or would she keep on changing it? it was slightly confusing with all of those facial expressions - yes, he was fairly good at reading others, but he wasn't a super-reader, he needed time to be able to read people, and this girl changed facial expression at the speed of lighting - jeeze. personally, he preferred just staying with his infamous 'poker-face' - as he liked to call it. he hardly changed facial expression, and this way nobody knew how he was really feeling. he'd learned to control his emotions from displaying on his appearance, only people who knew him very well, and i mean very well, knew how to read him and a person like that did not exist and would perhaps never exist. sad, perhaps, but you could live without it.

a smile radiated out of him, however he showed no sign of happiness of amusement on his face - again, the thing with the poker-face - however he was amused. she was kind of cute, as tiny as she was, but nothing remotely beautiful or breathtaking stood out in her, except from her hair maybe, and so she wasn't all that interesting. beside that, tom had never been interested in girls or love; once again, as explained to many times before - over and over again, tom was not able to love and would never be able to love, not even have a crush. he was cold, firm as stone. he had no heart. he was being a complete jerk now, and he admitted to that. saying that a girl wasn't breathtaking was a sin, as every girl was beautiful in her own way, but tom could care less. wasn't like he was the only one sinning.

a smile flickered over his lips, as he was her hand movement around the waistband of her skirt, and the shifted to look at her face. cute, he knew that relieved face. poor girl, she was possibly pissing in her pants of fear from him. well, could you blame her? with all his mysterious talk, talent, beauty and whatever, tom was bound to seem threatening to everyone on this school. hell, most his friends were afraid of him. he loved it, he loved seeing the fear in their eyes. it gave him power, and he was known to be fond of power, at least among friends. a loud chuckle escaped his lips, as she asked him if he was always this much of an arsehole. "sadly, yes. get used to it,"

[/color] he answered her, his face turning serious at ones "if that's what it takes to survive, and it obviously is,"[/color] another smile appeared on his lips and he rolled his eyes.

even though it was just teasing, he liked that; my lord - ah, yes.. she knew of his nickname, of whatever you would call it? he narrowed his eyes "my lord? don't play games with me, i hate games."[/color] he said and another smile became visible - he sure was smiling a lot today. why was she calling him 'her lord'? what did she know? who did she hang out with and who had told her what. he felt pissed and as soon as he turned away from her, he let the anger flicker over his face.

"if you think it's stupid of you to follow me, then you're truly stupid. might just be the most clever thing you'll ever do. being alone in this forest is dangerous and i know it like the back pocket of my pants,"[/color] he muttered, as he kept on walking, keeping a slow pace so that she would have a chance to keep up with him. "you could get lost and never find your way out of this place in the matter of seconds, and then it's really only a matter of time before you get eaten up,"[/color] he shrugged "or eat yourself,"[/color] he teased, smiling.

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