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CHAPTER 1
Cold red eyes surveyed the room around himself. The room was big with broken furniture and torn, dusty curtains. Voldemort sat in the middle of the room in a low couch and stared at the fire in front of him. In his right hand, he had something silver clenched in his palm and he stroked it with his thumb and was deep in his thoughts. The only sound in the room was that of the fire cracking. He sat there waiting for Wormtail to bring him his supper. He was dressed in his usual loose black robes with Nagini by his side. Nagini’s hissing broke his thoughts and his strokes stopped as he looked down at his precious horcrux. He stood up abruptly and walked over to the fire and looked down at the silver jewellery in his palm with an impassive expression. His eyes however, held deep emotions in its depths as he looked down at the crescent moon shaped locket. Anger shook his body and he turned around and walked out of the room with Nagini following at his footsteps. Voldemort threw the front door open and walked out into the huge dark courtyard and glared at his surroundings. He could faintly hear Wormtail calling him but he didn’t heed at it and briskly walked out of the main gates and into the streets. After walkng for quarter of an hour, Voldemort stood in front of a tall, ominous looking black gate, studying it for a few moments. His long, pointed bony fingers slowly undid the chains that secured the gate and he walked in. The place was a dark cemetery and the snow had almost engulfed all the engraved stones. Voldemort walked through the snow, surveying every stone and then stopped in front of one and stared down at it, his eyes betraying many emotions; love, anger, regret, sorrow and guilt.
Claire de Rosé Noire
May 31st 1927 – December 31st 1944
Beloved daughter, sister and friend.
The cold sharp wind pierced his skin as he looked down at the ground where she was buried. He could still see her smile, her big innocent eyes and her childlike mischievous demeanour. Her laughter and cries still rang in his ears, loud and painful. Voldemort closed his eyes and breathed in the chilly air. Just as he opened them, it was like he entered a pensive and he looked at her once again. Her memories still fresh in his mind.
HOGWARTS 1942
“Claire! Hold up! You are running too fast!” Young Yvonne de Rosé Noire cried as she ran after her big sister. Platform 9 3/4 was packed with parents and students like every year. Claire de Rosé Noire stopped and turned around, annoyed. “Hurry up, Yvonne! You are so slow! We are going to miss the train.” she said. She was a very beautiful girl of 15 years with shoulder length brown wavy hair and pale skin. Her eyes were large and coated with long lashes with a perpetual mischievous glint in them.
“I am running as fast as I can, aren’t I? How can you run here? It is so crowded!” Yvonne whined.
“Ahhh… Years of practice. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.” Claire said and gave her sister a huge smile. “Mum and Dad are coming…” she said craning her head and looking past the other people.
“Hold my hand or you’ll get lost. Let’s go!” she said.
Yvonne gratefully held her sister’s hand and began walking when her head hit something hard and she bounced back with a yelp. Her big eyes travelled up and met the person whom she bumped into and immediately blushed. He was gorgeous, his skin was as pale as a ghost’s and was stretched tightly over his high cheekbones. He had slightly dark, wavy hair which was parted at the side neatly while his features were wonderfully symmetrical. He was dressed in dark moss green robes which were clean and pressed. He was looking down at her with a slightly surprised expression then his eyes surveyed her.
“I’m…I’m so…s-sorry…” Yvonne stammered fidgeting with her hands and her face was deep red. His thin lips quirked upwards slightly and he gave her his dazzling smile, “That’s quite alright. You are not hurt, I hope?” he asked, his voice deep and rich and Yvonne thought that it could melt chocolates!
“No, I am not hurt.” Yvonne squealed.
“YVONNE!!” Claire’s harsh voice brought back Yvonne from her day-dreams and she turned to look at her sister walking towards them angrily.
“Did I not tell you to hold my hand? Why did you leave it? I was looking all around for you!” Claire scolded and Yvonne flushed even more, embarrassed to be scolded in front of the handsome guy.
Tom sighed, “Miss Noire, I believe it was my fault. The young lady here bumped into me and fell.” he said.
Claire turned to look at him, her eyes frosty and then turned to look at her sister again, “Bah!” she let out an unlady like exclamation. “Watch where you go Yvonne!” she said and started to drag her sister away, “Thanks, Tom.” she called out and walked away with her sister.
Tom watched the two girls leave, his eyes cold and expressionless. He picked up his book bag, turned and climbed into the train.
Yvonne sat beside her sister inside the now moving Hogwarts’s Express, Gryffindor section. Claire was busy talking to her friends and they were laughing a lot.
“Claire?” Yvonne pulled on her sister’s sleeve.
“Yeah?” Claire answered and gave her sister her usual happy smile.
“Who was the guy we met on the station?” Yvonne asked, her voice almost like a sweet whisper.
“That, my dear, was Tom Riddle. He is the Slytherin prefect so you better watch out. He is very strict and not easy to push-over. Don’t let him catch you breaking rules!” Claire said.
“Are all Slytherin strict and mean?” Yvonne asked.
“Mostly, yes.” Claire said and turned to look at the card which she just got from inside a chocolate frog’s box. “Ooo Dumbledore!” she whispered to herself looking at the card then tossed it away in her bag.
“What if I end up in Slytherin today?” Yvonne asked, her eyes radiating fear.
Claire laughed, “You most likely will end up in Hufflepuff!” she said.
“Are they good?” Yvonne asked.
“Yes, they are. I have told you so, millions of times.” Claire sighed.
“Does Tom have a girlfriend?” Yvonne asked.
“Whoa-Ho-Hooo!” Claire cried wide eyed and grinned at her sister, “Now where is this coming from?” she asked laughing, “Don’t tell me you fell in love at first sight with Tom!”
“Well, he sure is handsome!” Yvonne said.
“So are many other boys in the school.” Claire said fishing through the many candies which were sprawled all over her lap.
“You don’t like him?” Yvonne asked, frowning.
Claire’s actions stopped and she looked at her sister, her eyes serious, “Yvonne…Tom Riddle…Well to be honest, it is not that I don’t like him. It is just that… I think there is something wrong with him.” she said.
“Wrong, how?” Yvonne asked.
“I don’t know…It is just a feeling.” Claire said and returned to her candies, “Want a peppermint pot?” she asked and handed her sister some which she took.
“He seemed very nice and kind…” Yvonne said.
“Looks can be deceiving…” Claire said and looked outside the window, and watched the birds flying by.
Dumbledore was busy calling put names of the new students and placing the Sorting Hat on their heads. The first years were standing in a line in front of him, pale and anxious.
“Miss Joan Ashcroft.” Dumbledore called.
A pretty girl with curly ginger hair and freckles walked up the stairs and sat on a low stool and the hat was placed on her head.
“RAVENCLAW!” The hat yelled out after a moment.
Everyone clapped and the girl jumped out of the seat and ran towards her new house where she was heartily welcomed.
“Miss Yvonne de Rosé Noire.” Dumbledore called.
Claire immediately crained her neck and watched her sister ascend the stairs and sit down on the stool.
” Let’s have some fun, shall we?” the hat said and smiled, “SLYTHERIN!!” it yelled.
Both Claire and Yvonne froze in their seats. After a couple of seconds, Yvonne got up and slowly walked towards the Slytherin table her horrified eyes locked with her sister’s equally horrified ones.
Yvonne sat quietly along with some freshly recruited Slytherin girls, her face pale.
Claire’s eyes were constantly on her sister’s and she hardly touched the magnificent feast. It was clear Yvonne was scared as she hardly touched her food.
After a few minutes, Yvonne looked around the table and studied her new house-mates. Her eyes fell on Tom who was busy eating and talking to his friends. His eyes however turned to gaze straight ahead at someone, sometimes. Yvonne followed his gaze and saw him staring at Claire.
Claire on the other hand, hardly looked at Tom. Her eyes were cast down at her plate, her face grim and her smile wiped clean from her face.
CHAPTER ONE ENDS HERE.
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