Edited on 5/31/20.

Chapter One

The morning sunrise filled the Great Hall as Tom Riddle grabbed a seat next to his gang at the Slytherin table. The chatter of students echoed throughout the hall growing louder as they were waking up.

Coffee, eggs, and other breakfast covered the tables but Riddle wasn't that hungry. He grabbed a nearby croissant. Tearing off a piece of the delicate bread, he shoved it into his mouth then pushed the rest of it away. Tom leaned his head on one of his hands, closing his eyes for only a moment. He yawned, rubbing at the dark circles under his eyes. With the sound of soft laughter, his eyes snapped open as he realized he started to fall asleep at the table.

Riddle's gang watched him without saying anything. His gang consisted of Abraxus Malfoy, Nott, Rosier, Lestrange, and Avery.

"Ahh, girl problems again Riddle?" Abraxas asked.

Riddle cocked his head and gave Malfoy a tight smile as his gang broke into grins and giggles.

Avery shoved a piece of bacon in his mouth while talking, "Did you have the dream again Riddle?"

"What do you think?" Riddle snapped.
His gang went quiet and focused on their food as Riddle's foul mood drowned any happiness in the room.

The doors of the Great Hall burst open as a wild-eyed blonde girl stumbled forward. A scream fell from her lips as she fell to her knees.

All talking and laughter immediately halted as heads turned at the sight of the new girl, who didn't get up. She was out of breath, as soft sobs echoed through the room.

Malfoy noticed Riddle's eyes widen, his attention locked onto the girl. It was a look he rarely saw on Tom. "Riddle?"

Tom rose from his chair, "It's her."
Riddle's eyes locked on the girl and for a moment he wondered if he was still asleep. The dream had finally changed. No, he was awake. He needed to get closer to be sure. It had to be a coincidence, he couldn't tell. His gang was now watching him with curiosity.

Nobody in the hall moved as Riddle made his way to the center of the room and stopped in front of her. She was filthy wearing torn robes with the familiar but faded colors of black and yellow. Tom noticed there was blood caked to the left side of her face, arm, and neck.

This wasn't possible, she was the spitting image of the girl that had been haunting him since his first year. The reoccurring dream echoed in his mind as the girl looked around.

Tom delved into her mind and sensed a mix of confusion and panic. Faded memories formed and fell apart, failing to tell him anything. It was definitely her though.

"You! It is you!" Riddle said.

Her wild gaze seemed to focus everywhere and nowhere as if she was attempting to figure out where she was. Her breathing quickened and a small whimper escaped her throat.
Riddle knelt beside the girl and grabbed her arm. She was real.

Her head snapped up as he grabbed her arm but she didn't pull away. She locked eyes with Riddle and noticed him for the first time.

He didn't say a word, feeling her panic fade.

She frowned in confusion at the boy with pale skin and dark hair.

"Who are you?" She asked. Her dry throat made her voice crack.

He didn't answer, but his intense gaze made her look away and she seemed to take in more of her surroundings.

"It's morning? It was evening a second ago, I'm sure of it." She whispered.

"Jessie?" The question in his voice sounded close to an accusation.
Her body jerked at the name.

The room seemed to hold it's breath, watching their every move. A quiet set of footsteps echoed in the silent room and stopped behind Riddle. Tom didn't need to look up to know who it was, he stood up and stepped aside.

"Are you all right dear?" He asked.

The girl looked up into the eyes of an older gentleman. He had kind eyes as he peered down with concern over his spectacles.

The girl struggled to speak, not knowing what answer to give and when she did her voice trembled, "I don't know. I can't remember anything."