Riddle's Son

Chapter 2

Y/N POV: 

"Shit", I thought to myself. I slowly walk up to the letter scared of what it might contain. I look at it and just stare at it for what feels like forever. I go to grab the letter; a cold shiver rushes over me as I touch it. I turn it to the back to find a perfectly pressed black wax seal with a snake on it. 

Riddle; where have I heard that name. I tried to think and then it hit me like a brick. Riddle, Tom Riddle was his name. He who must not be named was Tom Riddle. But this letter didn't say Tom it said; Riddle's Son. I didn't even know he had a child, let alone a son. Thoughts quickly rushed to my head. "Was he here? What did he want with me? Does anyone else know the Dark Lord has a son?" 

Quickly coming to the realization I needed to open the letter. There had to be some answers in there right? I carefully lifted up the wax seal and removed a letter. The letter near perfect hand writing. I was shocked not even reading the letter before noticing that he just signed the bottom with MR. I looked back up to the top of the letter and read for the beginning...

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Dear Ms.Y/L/N,

You don't know me, but I know you. I have been given a mission and I intend to complete it. What is this mission you might be asking yourself. My mission is to kill you. With you dead the Y/L/N's will be forced to side with Voldemort. Nothing will stop me from bringing you to my father dead. Don't worry though Ms.Y/N you will not know when I will kill you, for that will be up to me to choose. I like the torture of seeing people unsure of when their death will be brought upon them. To answer a final question, yes I walk among you as one of your classmates. Don't worry you'll know who I am because I will make myself known to you.

Yours, 

MR

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I look up only to look around my room with the feeling as if I'm being watched. Fuck now I wished I shared a room with someone at least then I wouldn't have to be worried about dying in my sleep. But, if I was going to die I was at least going to have somethings in order before I did. 

I decided that it didn't really matter anyways the more scared I got the more satisfaction he got from seeing me scared for my life. I set the letter to the side and began crawling in bed as if nothing had changed. When in reality everything was about to chance. Death was upon her and she didn't know how she was going greet it. As she looked up to her ceiling she started singing to herself slowly falling into a deep sleep. In this sleep I worried about nothing, not that I was going to die; nothing. 

Hermione's POV:

I walked into the Great Hall feeling the most at home I'd felt in a while. A sense of comfort washed over me as if I was in the shower. I hoped that Gryffindor would get a lot of 1st years this year. She loved watching the 1st years get so excited when sorted into their houses, it reminded her of being sorted into her house the rush of pride and homeyness. She sat down with Ron and Harry as her eyes began to wander down the table. She looked up and down the table hoping to see her to see the one so loved. Y/N, I had hoped she'd come to the feast so that I could steal glances at her. Instead I sat there longing to look for her Y/H/C hair. 

Gryffindor had gotten 20 new members, Slytherin got 16, Hufflepuff got 18, and Ravenclaw got 14. The feast was going quickly but, to me it was going so slow. I wanted to see who I was roomed with. In my head I knew it wouldn't be her; I just hoped it would be so that I could see her. I needed her and both my head and my heart knew it. But, how was I going to explain to my friends that I loved her. How would I tell her I needed her more than anyone.