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.

Less then a second later a relatively big-bellied man strode into the room proudly. A walrus like mustache adorned his face with a cheerful smile attached to his lips. "Hello Tom, first one here as always I see." The man spoke not noticing my added presence to the room.

"Hello sir, delighted to be here as always." Tom cast him an endearing look. "I feel it to be my duty to introduce you to Miss. Pembroke here." Tom added motioning to me. The guy's head snapped to mine quicker than a whip and his smile grew.

"Ah wonderful, you must the new student I was informed about! I'm Professor Horace Slughorn!" The man I now knew as Professor Slughorn walked to where I was sitting and shook my hand. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance." I spoke making sure to keep my manners at an all time high.

"Ah, so the rumors of you being American are true. I've visited the place few times myself, splendid place America is, just brilliant!" Slughorn rambled. "In fact there's quite a few opportunities for talented young wizards such as yourself Mr. Riddle." Slughorn turned the attention to Tom.

I quickly realized that Tom must have been one of Slughorn's  favorite students. "Anyway, what school did you say it was you came from?" Slughorn turned his attention back to me an eager look in his eye.

"Ilvermorny, sir." I smiled at him. "A marvelous school indeed! I expect great things from you Miss. Pembroke." Slughorn nodded before turning to the blackboard. Soon enough students began filing in.

I watched as Malfoy, Avery, and Rosier all took seat in the back of the class. There obnoxious booming laughter soon filled the room along with the chatter of other students. Penelope and Lavender whom I proceeded to wave to took the desk next mine and Tom's.

"Settle down class." Slughorn spoke silencing the class entirely. "Today we have a new student joining us all the way from our friends at Ilvermorny, please make sure to make Miss. Pembroke feel welcome." Slughorn motioned to me. My  face went beet red as a few Gryffindor's wolf-whistled my way.

Out the corner of my eyes I could see Tom scowl and glare at the Gryffindor's. "Ten points from Gryffindor." Slughorn spoke simply causing all the whistling to stop immediately. "Now, today we will be making the Confusing Concoction. The instructions can be found on page one-hundred seventy-three in your books. Begin."

I watched as Tom walked to a cabinet at the back of the room along with about half the class. A multitude of ingredients that I did not recognize filled his arms. The ingredients in his arms looked extremely odd, but then again I've seen weirder. Let me just say the Witches of New Orleans were not strangers to using eerie things in their spells and potions. Actually the things they used were downright scary.

Silently Tom began to boil water in the cauldron while also prepping the ingredients. "You know I'm quite curious as to your excuse to on attacking me last night." That comment caused my mouth to fall agape.

"I did not attack you." I slammed my hands to the table turning my head sharply to him.

"Well it sure did seem that." Tom spoke coldly not even looking at me as he worked on the potion.

"Even if I wanted to cause harm to you I highly doubt I'd be able to, you know considering you're almost two heads taller." I crossed my arms over my chest in annoyance.

Tom smirked slightly probably thinking that his height held a sort of dominance over me. "Of course you're right, I mean that was a sad attempt that you put on last night. You could have at least you used magic, not that it would make that much of a difference." He snickered at me stirred the potion carefully.

"Are you insinuating that I'm not capable of using proper magic?" I questioned incredulously narrowing my eyes.

"Never." Tom spoke sarcastically cutting up some slimy circular object. I huffed rolling my eyes at him looking at down "You're unbelievable." I muttered the words under my breathe.

Tom somehow managed to pick up on the words. Tom lifted his head and stared straight at me for the first time in the entire conversation. "Oh, you have no clue." He flashed me a dark smirk startling me slightly.

I'm assuming this was the kind of behavior that I was what I sent back to stop. I could easily tell that his mood had shifted into something darker, sinister almost. It didn't take rocket science for me to be able to tell that he was thinking dark thoughts.

"Okay technically speaking you started it." I stated decided that distracting Tom from his dark thoughts was the best way to go about it.

"And how do you suppose that?" Tom asked without loosing focus on his potion. "Well for starters you leaned into me spouting out how you were going 'discover all my deepest secrets'." I mocked with hand movements.

He froze on the spot before turning his body to me, a dark glimmer in his eye. "I was being truthful; Adriel. I'm no fool it's clear that you are hiding something big, and I will find out what it is." I gulped slightly averting my gaze from his not able to hold it.

"Good luck with that. You'll find I'm more than what I seem." I growled out.

"And you'll find I can be very persuasive. Headmaster Dippet wouldn't happen to know anything that would be considered quite curious, would he?" Tom gave me a mocking smile. "It's no secret that all the professors adore me, I'm sure Professor Dippet would happily tell me anything I wished." His smile turned menacing.

My fury soon fired up and I gave him a ferocious glare. "You'd do best to keep that nose of your's out of other people's business." I clenched my fist.

"And you'd do best to learn where your place is." Tom growled right back his own temper getting the best of him. Before either of us could utter another word Professor Slughorn walked over.

"It would appear your potion is already finished, I recon that anyone who were to even take the slightest sip of that would be confused as to where they are! Good work as always Tom! And Adriel splendid job as well." Slughorn complimented giving Tom a pat on the back. "The two of you surely do well as partners, these shall be your permanent seat from now." Slughorn gave me a wink before walking away.

What the Hell?

"Listen Tom I'm sorry for 'attacking' you can we just forget this ever happened." I sighed not wanting to start a fight with my mission. "I accept your apology, but I'll never forget this." Tom stated picking at his nails as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

The bell rang and Tom was immediately out of his seat and on his way to his next class. With a sigh I sluggishly walked to my next class. Defense Against the Dark Arts. Soon enough I came upon the room.

"Miss. Pembroke it's nice to see you again." I shook hands with the Professor that stole Lavender away from the tour. "Sorry about yesterday I had some important business to attend to with Lavender, I can't remember if I properly introduced myself? No matter, I'm Professor Merrythought; your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." The Professor flashed me a smile.

I smiled back at the older lady. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun giving me the impression she was a stricter teacher. "It's very nice to meet you, Professor."

With a small nod the Merrythought began scanning her eyes across the room. Her eyes settled on a the only open seat which was toward the front of the class. I noticed the chair was sat next to a slightly nerdy looking Ravenclaw male. His caramel floppy hair fell down his face, and his eyes were covered in large spectacles.

That particle seat was also directly in front of none other than Abraxas Malfoy and Tom Riddle. With a sigh I knew what was to happen already. "Okay, well the open seat appears to be next to Mr. Elecrow, so you'll be sitting there for the rest of the semester." Professor Merrythought stated quickly before walking to her desk and writing something on what I can only guess to be a seating chart.

With an annoyed sigh I walked over to the empty seat. Sliding into the seat I quickly began taking out a quill and journal. "Hello I'm Charles Elecrow, nice to meet you."

"Adriel Pembroke." I shook his hand. "I love accent." Charles threw me a shy smile.

"Thank you, honestly I think it kind of sounds weird being surrounded by all the British." I laughed along with Charles.

"The two of you should be listening to Professor Merrythought it's the respectful thing to do." A sly voice came from behind. I quickly turned around only to stare straight into Tom Riddle's eyes.

"Of course Riddle. You're right I really should be listening." Charles gave him an apologetic look before turning back to the front. Upon seeing me still staring Tom motioned for me to turn around with his finger, an over-confident look on his face.

"Get your head out of your ass, Tom." I said simply before turning around. I heard Abraxas choke back laughter and watched as Charles looked at me in astonishment.

"Excuse me?" Came Tom's angered voice. "Shush. It's rude to be talking during class, Tom." I said his name in slightly condescending tone. I watched Tom's eyes alight in a sort of fury that could be deemed as terrifying.

I know I need to be getting along with him, but if I make him angry won't that cause him to have a constant thought of me. Maybe, it won't necessarily be the best thoughts, but it's still better than being ignored, right?

Abraxas literally put his head down on his desk and covered his ears. I could see his body shaking slightly trying to hold down laughter that was threatening to burst from its seems. Unfortunately I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing.

"Hello class, can anybody tell me what the purpose of a Patronus Charm is?" Professor Merrythought stated causing the class to go silent and me to whip my back around to the front. No one raised their hand except one person, I'm sure we can all guess who that person is.

"Ah yes, Tom."

"Expecto Patronum, or the Patronus Charm, will cast a Patronus, which can appear as simply white vapor, or in more advanced casters, a silvery-white animal shape. If it takes the shape of an animal, it is called a corporeal Patronus. This spell is used to ward off Dementors, which are the guardians of Azkaban." He gave what I can only assume a perfect answer by the look the professor was giving him.

"Yes! Splendid answer Tom! Ten points to Slytherin!" Professor Merrythought cried out happily. Now, the Patronus Charm sounded extremely familiar, but I couldn't remember why it sounded so familiar.

"Class today we will be talking about something completely foreign to you all." Professor Merrythought continued causing everyone in class, including Tom Riddle to give looks of confusion. "Since Hogwarts school was been opened, back in the tenth century it has been illegal to converse about the true high-ranking creatures of the supernatural." That sentence caused the class to erupt in chaos, questions being shouted from corner to corner.

'What do you mean?'

'Aren't we classified as supernatural?'

'Like vampires and werewolves, because I already know about them!'

"Quiet!" The Professor's voice rang out causing the class to go silent. "I need every person in this room to forget about everything you think you know about our world, for it is only the tip of the iceberg. As of right now I can guarantee that none of you understand what lies beneath the seams of our world, it does not matter if you're pure-blood, nor muggle-born you have no clue. Long ago the entirety of the wizarding world came together, and decided to isolate from the other supernatural being, of course save the few." She began looking thoughtful. "You know of ghosts, but you only know one type, same of werewolves you of them, but only one type. Do any of you know what a Skin-walker is, how about a Wendigo, or Shapeshifter? Do you know of the muggle-hunters that kill these foul loathsome monsters. Did you know that it's possible to have a cuppa with Fate, and talk about your destiny? No. None of you know anything about this, and that's because up until two-nights ago it was illegal to even speak about." Just as she finished the sentence Tom rose his hand. The professor nodded giving him the okay to ask.

"Professor? Why was it illegal to speak about, and better yet why is the rule being lifted?" His voice laced with confusion.

"Well you see Tom the wizarding world found it in their best interest to isolate from the other creatures because they are simply reckless and cruel. It became apparent that if we didn't isolate then muggles would learn about our world, so we cut off all contact and refused to allow them into our society. For the past one-thousand years or so we have refused to acknowledge most of the creatures. However, on Saturday the ministry picked up large amounts of supernatural activity taking place. The cause of this is unknown, but they decided it was time for the younger generations of witches and wizards to be informed of what is truly out there. Don't fret they are still not allowed in our society though I am happy to announce that staring tomorrow along with the normal curriculum you will all be learning of the true supernatural species, and how to defend yourselves against them." My face drained of all color, the professor was talking about my world.

The world I grew up in. Monsters, Spirits, Demons, Angels, these would all be discussed now. The students would learn of everything my world had to offer, and that was a large risk of me being discovered. That's when realization hit me.

It was my fault I must have set something off when I travelled that caused an effect of the creatures. Of course I did! It was 1942 the Angels, haven't stepped on Earth for almost five-hundred years, and Demons remained in Hell. Coming here caused a butterfly effect of sorts, if my arrival set off the supernatural creatures, then it wouldn't be long for both Heaven and Hell to sense my presence.