The Point of No Return | a Voldemort × reader story

Castle on the Hill

    In my newly found excitement, the stormy blanket of dark sky above the two of us billowed off into stray, puffy white clouds and a clear blue sky. Together we leaned against a post on the mouth of the porch, talking rapidly about magic and spells. I was able to forget about why I was here and what had happened only in the last few hours as we conversed. At a pause in our discussion, I was hit by this unfortunate reality and frowned.
    "What?" the boy asked, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, and dare I say it, genuine concern.
    I shuffled my bare feet in the soft grass, unsure to tell him anything. Could it really hurt though? Maybe he would be willing to help me out.
    "Er...," what could I even say yo explain myself? "well, there was a battle at my school and... Um." This was much harder than I thought. The young boys' eyes locked with mine, leaving me flustered as well. "A lot of people died, people that I care about. Then,  this is going to sound ridiculous-- " I stopped when I felt a hand on mine.
    "Nothing sounds ridiculous to me anymore, trust me." I suppose he was right, he was a wizard after all.
    "This thing without a face told me it was 'Death' and sent me back in time to stop the man who started the war," I said quickly on one breath. The dark-haired boy tilted his head and furrowed his brows at me.
    "What war?" He asked, rather maliciously, taking me by surprise. Shuffling my feet again, I pinched the bridge of my nose before answering.
    "The war for a boy named Harry. A man called, " I hesitated, "'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' wanted to kill him so he could become immortal and purify the world with favored heritage. Pure-bloods." I knew it was a half-arse explaination, but I was in no mood to elaborate on the subject. Not yet. The boys' eyes bored into mine, his lips pursed in a deadpanned glare.
"That doesn't tell me much--"
    "Abigail," I interjected.
    "Right, but I'm still confused. You said Death sent you here to stop some war. Where are you from?"
    "2007?" I replied, unready for his input. He just closed his eyes and shook his head.
    "Merlin... 2007? Are you sure?" Nodding I waited for his next question. Only he stayed quiet. Wanting to avoid the awkward situation of silence, I looked to him.
    "I never asked, but what's your name?"
    "Tom Marvolo Riddle, ugh. I hate that name." Tom muttered heatedly. I stopped myself from snorting at his angry expression and smiled.
    "It can't be as bad as Abigail Grace Evans," I told Tom, laughing. The corners of his lips twitched up, satisfying me. Wait.
Tom Marvolo Riddle? Tom Riddle? Holy shit. My brain raced with unsavory thoughts of the boy sitting beside me. The monster he would become. Suddenly I felt sick to my stomach; I twisted my body away from the boy and dry heaved in the well-kept grass. Evidently clear bile spilled out of my mouth, the smell and taste making me gag.
"Hey!" Tom shouted, sounding both angry and upset. I was unable to reply, still vomiting transparent contents on my lap and the lawn. My throat turned dry and my tongue was sore as I continued. I'd never felt so revolted before. How could I even look at Tom after this? He had destroyed so many lives, including my own. His Death Eaters had murdered my entire family less than twenty four hours ago; what could have possibly inspired the devil in the little boy beside me?
    "Okay-- er, do you want some water?" The Riddle boy asked, concern now lacing his usual venomous tone. Through my expelling of the hot, sticky bile, I nodded weakly. I felt his cold hand pass over a glass cup he had conjured. Nodding in thanks, I hurriedly downed the icy water before my body had the chance to spill it back up.
    I turned to Tom to properly thank him, shocked to see he had simply vanished from the porch.
    "T-tom?" I asked the atmosphere around me, receiving nothing but a silent response. Where did that little demon child run off to?

It's so bad, but I felt like publishing something. Hope y'all enjoy the poorly written chapter. ( ･ิϖ･ิ)