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HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT & WIZARDRY

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HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT & WIZARDRY

1942


MY LEGS swiftly took me down the hall as I ran to the Potions classroom. As soon as the bell rung I was out of my seat and running down the corridors. Transfiguration class was extremely interesting, especially with Roger changing his face multiple times during the class.

It was obvious he was the class clown as he earned laugher from almost all the students including Professor Dumbledore himself. However; Tom was the exception as he simply looked mildly annoyed every time the class burst out in laughter.

Quickly I came up on what I remembered as the Potions room. I entered the room calmly looking around seeing I was the first one there. A bright smile overtook my face as I started to the back of the class. Unfortunately I was jerked backwards by the neck of my robes.

As I was spun around my feet lost there placement causing me to to fall forward. Just as I began falling I crashed into a tall body. I knew right away it was Tom Riddle. As fast as I possibly could I pushed myself off of Tom.

"Don't forget you're to sit with me." Tom stated coolly turning on his heel walking back to the front of the classroom. With a scowl fixed on my face I sat next in the seat next to Tom which was a desk in the very front of the room.

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