Motivation ? Tom Riddle ?

A/N: Before you read this chapter, I'd just like to say that I KNOW Bellatrix was not in this era, but I've added her anyway. It's kind of annoying getting all these comments when I've already stated in the last chapter that things aren't the same as the book or movie. You may proceed...

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There was nothing worse than there being a possibility of being late on your first day of school; Hogwarts was my case. If anything, I hoped this school would be better than the last, considering a bunch of bickering witches had found out about my gifts. It isn't a good thing when people know something good about you, but could also get you into trouble for it.

"Hurry up, Abigail!" My mum scolded me from down stairs.

She had no idea about my being a seer and all. And honestly, I preferred it that way. It would make things a whole lot weird if she knew and she'd probably end up sending me off to a mental ward. It was still a mystery to me how that group of awful girls at Beauxbatons found out about it. If only I had kept my diary in a safer place.

"Almost ready!" I shouted back, and jumped onto my overflowing suitcase with a grunt. I wriggled my bottom into the suitcase until I was able to zip around firmly.

When I was all set, I dragged my suitcase out from behind me and took one last look at my room before disappearing down stairs to where my mother was hurriedly waiting for me. A look of relief washed over her middle-aged features when she saw me with my suitcase all packed.

"Quickly, darling, or you'll be late," she said impatiently and put her hand on the back of my head softly as I walked as if to make me move faster.

There was a cab with a large man sitting inside it waiting for me. I had to take a cab since mum had no idea how to drive or have anything to so with a car. We lived in the muggle world so there was no other way we could transport anywhere. My dad was the one to drive us places, but he had passed a long time ago due to cancer. He was a muggle.

After locking my suitcase into the trunk of the car, I gave mum a long hug.

"Be good," she said in my ear. "Be sure to make friends. Hogwarts is a great school, trust me."

"Of course," I replied and pulled away, slipping into the car. The first thing I felt when sitting in the car was a massive amount of fan hitting my face.

"Hi," I greeted hesitantly. "Erm..I need to go to K--"

"Yes, I know where you need to go," the man interrupted with an irritated sigh, and the car roared to life. I looked out the window and waved goodbye to mum.

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I was, indeed, late for the train. As soon as I had rushed through the wall like mum had told me to do, the train whistle blew and it was starting to move. Gasping, I ran towards the train, dragging my suitcase behind me.

"Wait!" I shouted, knowing it was no use. It wasn't going to stop. Trains just didn't stop. This was so humiliating... I couldn't even begin to explain what had come over me. "Please wait!"

A tall, pale boy poked his head out from an opened door of the train, and eyed me intently. He must have been Head boy, as mum had explained everything about hogwarts to me. She used to be a student there.