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Poor, but brilliant.

Parentless, but so brave.

A model student.

That is what anyone would tell you when you asked them about Tom Marvolo Riddle, Jr. He was the epitome of perfection and he would make a perfect Head Boy.

These were things that Tom loved to hear them say.

It meant that they were falling for it.

"Tom!"

"Hey Tom! How was your summer?"

"That's Tom Riddle. Isn't he just dreamy?"

A smirk came to his face as he passed those people by, those peons. They were so below him he hardly ever saw them but it was important to try to acknowledge the smaller people; if he didn't his act of perfect, kind, wonderful Head Boy would be positively ruined.

So he waved and responded kindly and smiled for the girls as he moved down the corridor. It was all just an act anyway. One that he had to keep up in front of most but not in front of all.

It wasn't until he reached his normal compartment was he able to drop the façade. Finnigas Avery, Altimus Lestrange, Thornton Mulciber, Oryan Rosier, and Rykier Nott looked up when he entered, closing the door behind him. He couldn't call them friends, not really. They were more his followers if anything. He was in charge here and they all agreed. "Fellows," he greeted.

They all nodded their heads, responding in kind. Rosier smirked as Tom took the seat across from him. "Last year. Big plans to be made, eh?"

"Soon, my friend," Tom said with a devious smile. "The time will come I'm sure when we will rule more than this school."

Little did they know that he had already started his plan. This summer, he had achieved another Horcrux by murdering that disgusting excuse of a father and his pitiful family and the best part, the even more despicable Morfin Gaunt took the blame for it.

He looked now to the ring on his finger. It was beautiful and his, rightfully his. The Heir of Slytherin. It had a nice ring to it.

"This year is bound to be a treat," Lestrange said, grinning happily. "All the Mudbloods are still ever-so distraught by the death of that annoying girl. They'll be so easy to torment."

The rest of the boys laughed excitedly, murmuring ways to somehow shake the Mudbloods up even more than they were now. To them, it would be hilarious. To Tom, it felt as if they could be doing something more, like he had done last year, like he had done this past summer.

He looked up at the boys, soon to be men, in his compartment. These would be the first of his followers. He believed them to be the most worthy and the best at what they did and they each understood his cause, what he was fighting for.

"Now who is that?" Tom was yanked from his thoughts by Nott. Looking he saw all of his comrades had pressed themselves towards the window.

"I've never seen her before," Avery said, shaking her. "Check out her – ow!"

"Don't be vulgar," Mulciber interrupted, rubbing his hand where he had struck Avery upside the back of his head.

"How do you know I wasn't going to say her eyes?"

"Because I know you."

"What is going on?" Tom asked.

The boys turned to answer him but they were interrupted by the sliding open of the compartment door. A woman stood there, looking quite indifferent and quite dissatisfied with her position as trolley pusher. "Anything off the cart?"

It was then that Tom found what had been the source of the fascination.

A girl stood at the trolley, looking through the varied sweets. She was very easy on the eyes, Tom could see. Curvy figure pair with a petite stature and long dark brown hair brushed against alabaster skin. When she looked up, feeling Tom's eyes on her, he saw she had bright bluish-gray eyes.

Easy on the eyes indeed.

She handed the woman her coins, taking the cauldron cake in exchange. "Merci," she said.

A foreigner. She exchanged glances with Tom once more before going back in the direction of her compartment.

"What about you lugs?" the woman said and they all shook their heads. The woman closed the door, muttering something about a waste of time.

"Did you catch that?" Avery said, truly amazed. "Was that French?"

"She must be a transfer student," Lestrange said. "Probably here to take that dead girls place."

"She's a right sight, isn't she?" Nott agreed. "Wouldn't mind catching up on a French lesson with her sometime."

The boys, except Mulciber and Tom laughed. Tom smirked, however, at their antics. "Patience, fellows," Tom murmured. "We'll see if she's truly worth your attention when the sort her. If she's anything less than a Ravenclaw, she'll be nothing more than another pathetic excuse of a witch."

"How disgusted would you be if she turned up a Gryffindor?" Mulciber asked with a slight smile.

All the boys practically gagged at the suggestion while Tom looked out the window. So wrapped up in some girl. It was pathetic really.

Pointless.

A/N: So here's a new one! I hope you guys like it so far. I had to make up the names because, upon looking them up, they had no first names unless they were a 'Junior' and even then (like Avery) they had no name. But according to sources these are the first Death Eaters and were among Tom's gang while he was in school. Again I hope you liked it so far. Thanks a bunch.