1I do not own Harry Potter or Carrie. This was an idea that popped up randomly last night while I was watching Fiddler on the roof. How different would things have been, if that book of Tom Riddle's had been found much earlier, by a far more gifted person than Harry Potter or Ginny?

Chapter One: These Tears We Cry

"These tears we cry, are falling rain! For all the lies they told us, the hurt, the blame!"

Carrie

It had happened again, Carrie had expected it. Her period started, she begged her mother to understand, to help. Once again she was hit, dragged and locked inside the tiny prayer closet. She pounded on the door, begging to be released. She didn't understand! What had she ever done wrong? Had she not always been such a good girl? She had not sinned, she hadn't! The anger slowly grew in her, the desperation, the despair. No one understood her, no one! At home she was never good enough, never clean enough. At school she was tormented by everyone. She lashed out, hitting the walls, the book shelves with her fists. It wasn't her fault, IT WASN'T! She felt a knot, a strange knot deep inside. The one that has always made her afraid. It pushed on her, and she felt it as the power reached out. Heard the windows begin to slam, the floor to move. She screamed and screamed!

Everything came to a stand still though, as one of the bookshelves rocked, and all the books fell to the floor. A strange book, hidden in the back, one she had never seen before caught her eye. She got strange feelings from it. A strong pull. She picked it up and opened it. On the inside it said: Property of Tom Marvello Riddle. Who was that? Her mother had never mentioned anyone by that name! She turned the pages, to find most of them blank. Curious! For a moment she forgot, why she was there, what had happened. The book called to her. She tucked it under her, so her mother wouldn't see. She went through the motions of saying her prayers. She had spent hours on her knees when her mother finally relented. As Carrie fell out of the room, she crawled to her mother's feet. For the first time, a strong sense of loathing for the woman that stood before her filled her.

She hid it well. "I have sinned momma. I have prayed and prayed and I shall do penance!" she said. After all these years, she knew just what her mother wanted to hear! "I am glad you have seen the error of your sinful ways, at last! Go, begin your penance!" she said. Carrie left for her room. When she had gotten there, she had locked the door behind her. She searched for a pen to write with, and set the strange book on the bed. She found one in her ancient book bag. She opened to the first page of the book, and started to write the date. A journal perhaps, only hers. Where her true feelings could be explored! But something strange happened, after she had written everything that had happened. Her lashing power, how it scared her. How she had caused the little boy to wreck his bicycle the other day. Writing appeared, by itself, her's disappearing! The writing pulled her even stronger to the book, she held back a yelp.

For now the pages she had written were blank, except for the words, 'Who are you, who has written of such terrible things?" She slammed the book shut and hid it under the pillow. She turned the light off. But it beckoned to her. She gathered her courage and took it back out, and grabbed the pen. "My name is Carrie White. What is yours?" she wrote. She watched the words dissapear again. She saw a reply. "My name is Tom Riddle. You possess a tremendous gift, Carrie. I have never heard of a witch being able to do the things you described with only her mind." he wrote. "I am no witch! Momma says witchcraft is of the Devil!" she replied. She felt a little scared. "Your mother, as I am sure you know now, is a fool Carrie. She holds you back! She is probably the reason why you didn't go to a proper school for witchcraft and wizardry!" he replied.

She felt the tears coming, at his words. Tears of sadness, of anger! There were schools! People with gifts, like her! Her tears stained the page, but like the writing, also disappeared. "I've done nothing wrong!" she wrote. "No, you have not. You are gifted, even for one of us. If you would like I could help you." he replied. "Why would you do that?" she wrote. She didn't really trust him. What reason did he have to want to help her? Nobody liked her! "Because I might need a favor in return, one day. Why wouldn't I want to help, when it could gain me such a useful ally?" he asked in return. "An ally against what?" she asked. "That's for another time. An answer, my dear. What is your answer?" he wrote. She didn't write back for a while. She thought for a long time. Her anger filled her almost to boiling again. She would no longer suffer for sins she never committed! She would learn about her power! "I would like that." she wrote.

"Good! We'll begin tomorrow. It's getting late, I need to get some sleep Carrie. Goodnight." he last wrote. "Good night, Tom Riddle" she wrote in turn. She got under the blankets, and slept more peacefully that night then any night before it. She wasn't alone, she wasn't a freak!

Tom

It had been one long, uneventful day. The Gryffindors put on a special bravado to torment the Slytherines, in particular Daedalus Snape. As usual, as it was his place as prefect, he went to his fellow's defence, only to be at the wrong end of a levitation spell stopped suddenly when a professor appeared and a hard fall on the stone floor. They would pay for it, he would see to it. He had to spend the rest of the day in the Hospital Wing, being pestered by the stupidity that was the House Elves. Acutally poor Tom spent most of his time being surround by idiots! Even those who followed him did so to accomplish their own ends. His vision meant nothing to them! Even with the potions given him for the pain, he couldn't sleep. He had taken out his journal, the one that he had placed a portion of his soul into a few years ago, and found writing inside!

If he thought he had a bad day, it was nothing in comparison to what he was reading now! A young girl, who seemed to be about his age, was going through terrible things! An abusive, religous nut ball of a mother had hit her, and dragged her by her hair into a tiny prayer closet that only had room for small bookshelves and to kneel and locked her in there! But that was not what got his attention. What got his attention was what had happened after that! He read "I felt that knot, that strange knot that always terrifies me bubble up in my mind with my anger. I felt myself reach out with it, the power causing the windows to slam up and down, up and down. The floors shook. I could hear the crash of glass inside the house. I could have torn the place down, had I chose!"

He was dumbfounded! Never had he heard of someone with such a gift! Especially not one so young, and untrained! He gathered quickly that whatever letters that may have been sent to the girl for the American schools on Wizardry and Witchcraft had been destroyed by her insane mother! He felt anger, old anger, at the utter stupidity of such muggles! Her power called to him strongly. So he wrote. "Who are you, who has written of such terrible things?" It was strange. He swore he could feel her fear! It took her a while before she replied. "My name is Carrie White. What is yours?" His anger increased. A member of the White family? They were one of the most pureblooded familes in the United States! One of the oldest and most proud! How could they have produced someone so backward as this child's mother?

He calmed himself. To ally himself with such a powerful witch would be useful indeed. It would be good, to get such a one on his side. A smirk came across his face. He wrote: "My name is Tom Riddle. You possess a tremendous gift, Carrie. I have never heard of a witch being able to do the things you described with only her mind." Her reply came quickly, and once again he was startled, for he seemed to feel her fear! I am no witch! Momma says witchcraft is of the Devil!" He replied with exactly what he thought this time! Your mother, as I am sure you know now, is a fool Carrie. She holds you back! She is probably the reason why you didn't go to a proper school for witchcraft and wizardry!"

He felt her anger, blazing, powerful! It overwhelmed him, for a moment. He saw what looked to be tear drops appear and dissapear on the page. "I've done nothing wrong!" she said. He shook his head. Of course she hadn't! Her family should have stepped in! They should be worshiping a girl who displayed such power! He kept his reply calm. He was resolved. He was going to offer to help her. A woman of her power, if properly trained, would make him invincible! With her power, his, and those of his followers combined, the Wizarding World could do nothing but yeild to his vision! Another part of him, a small part, who raged against the injustice done them both, wanted to help her because it was right, but he would never admit that out loud! He had a reputation, after all! ""No, you have not. You are gifted, even for one of us. If you would like I could help you."

He could only be proud, being a calculating Slytherin, with her reply. "Why would you do that?" He answered her honestly. "Because I might need a favor in return, one day. Why wouldn't I want to help, when it could gain me such a useful ally?" He became more assured of her intelligence and her repressed cunning with her reply. "An ally against what?" That was a subject she was not yet ready for. He said "That's for another time. An answer, my dear. What is your answer?" He knew he had her just where he wanted her! There was a long pause. She had much to think on, after all, and he could be patient when he needed to be. "I would like that." she finally replied. He felt release from her, a sort of meloncholy happiness. He replied "Good! We'll begin tomorrow. It's getting late, I need to get some sleep Carrie. Goodnight.""Good night, Tom Riddle" she wrote back.

He closed the book. Apparently today was going to be a good day after all! He smiled as he laid back, finally being able to get some sleep.