DON'T MISS THIS! ??Since the crucial chapter where Tom Riddle makes his debut was skipped by everyone, I’m re-uploading the test parts!I know you want to get to the Tom/Luna scenes, but this introduction is a must-read to understand the plot. Please remember that a lot of heart and soul goes into these transtions—I'd love for you to enjoy the whole story as intended! ??

  Lightning fshed across the firmament, and the heavens wept — wept for his lost soul. He sat there, leaning against an ancient oak. Droplets of rain ran in small rivulets down his symmetrical face, soaking into his ebony-bck hair. His gaze was fixed on the endless expanses of the storm-swept sky. How vast the power of this natural force truly was...

  It was a power Tom had admired in silence, time and time again, while the simple minded Muggles always viewed it with fear. His slender hands rested on the tear drenched earth; he felt every single grain of sand beneath him, rubbing them gently between his fingers... he breathed in deeply, absorbing the powerful energy of the stormy grey above and the mighty, warm earth beneath him... it was indescribable.

  With closed eyes, he leaned against the tree as the magic of the natural elements — older than humanity itself — surged through his body like glistening light... it was a moment of infinity. Everything ceased to exist; even time itself had crumbled to dust, carried away in the flow of endlessness.

  Only slowly did he return to space and time - back to finitude. He looked up and raised his hand, where that power, which had touched every fiber of his being, was still pulsing...

  Evening had gently kissed the canopy of heaven with rose and gold, bathing the small forest and the shabby hut in a dreamy light.

  The old floorboards of the house creaked softly beneath his steps. A thick yer of dust y everywhere, as if the little cottage had been abandoned for eons, slumbering in days long past. A strange emptiness flowed through his inner self as he silently observed the old memories that would never belong to him, which time had painted into every crack and corner of the house. For a moment, it felt to him as if a little girl, followed by a boy, ran ughing through the room. He shook his head at himself.

  This was the pce where his mother, Merope, had spent her girlhood. Her father, his grandfather — Marvolo Gaunt — had passed away years ago, and his only son Morfin, Tom’s uncle, had lived alone in the semi dipidated hut until recently.

  "A disgrace," the thought crossed Tom's mind, his gaze fixed on the thin glow of the small fire in the firepce. How could a wizard — one of the st heirs of Sazar Slytherin — allow himself and his home to go to ruin in such a way...

  It would remain a mystery to him forever. His uncle was gone now — in Azkaban. Paying for a murder he had never committed. A murder of his father’s hated family. That man who had abandoned his mother and his son because she was a witch...

  Tom clenched his hands until the blood drained from them. He felt himself losing control again, a rage hotter than fire consuming him. They ALL had to pay — including his loathed Muggle father.

  A deep sense of satisfaction spread within him as he thought of their lifeless bodies... they had deserved it.He stood before the firepce for a while longer, while the sparks of the fire reflected eerily in his dark eyes.