He was darkness.
He was death.
He was pain.
He was suffering.
He was a mystery. One she intended to solve.
"You wouldn't kill me, Tom." "Avada Kedavra!"
He was darkness.
He was death.
He was pain.
He was suffering.
He was a mystery. One she intended to solve.
"You wouldn't kill me, Tom." "Avada Kedavra!"
"You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn't change its nature."
Tom riddle did love. Only once.
Tom and Adelaide were the only ones for each other. They were perfect because...