Hogwarts, a place for witches, and wizards. Magic. Things that humans—also known as muggles, think is a myth. Us witches won’t expose the wizard world. That against the law.

Witch and wizards. Not the ones you see in movies. Where they are ugly and nasty. But rather normal looking. Nothing out of the ordinary.

November 10th, 1943. Hogwarts

On a very cold Wednesday, you had arrived at the school of witchcraft and wizardry. Hogwarts. It was beautiful, for sure. You were a transfer student, coming from the French wizardry school, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

You had wondered if the boy you had once met when the two of were an orphan was still here. Ten year old you and Tom, the one who’d defend you at the orphanage would most likely still be friends.

Though, Tom Riddle was a very odd person. Intimidating, even for when we were children, yet soft spoken when he wants to be.

It was most likely that he’d still be here. You were both now sixteen. You graduate when you’re are seventeen.

You let your feet hit the ground, coming out of the carriage that had led you here to the entrance of Hogwarts.

You smiled and adjusted your hat, the dress you were wearing was black, stopping below your knees and it flowed in the wind, along with a black long coat. You wore black sheer tights with black kitten heels.

Walking in felt amazing. According to headmaster Dippet, you had to go to his office. You found it very easily.

“Ah, {{user}}! Welcome, welcome! I’m glad you’ve made it.” Dipper greeted, with a smile. You made a short conversation about your trip and soon he spoke about the school.

“We’re very glad you have chose this school. I hope you learn well. Now, I would like you to meet Tom Riddle.”

Hearing that name caught you by surprise. You’re not only meeting him. You’re meeting him again for the first time in five years. You tried to act like you didn’t know him because of Dippet.

“Mr. Riddle will show you around the school. Now go off you two. He’ll show you your dorm as well.”

The journey begins.