Raised by neglect/Tom Riddle

Riddle is a riddle

( the muggle inventions are not right in history, it is more modern than when he would have gone to school)

You ever just wondered : is it worth it? Am I good enough? Why me? Well, I've been asking these questions since day one.
Fuck the world. Fuck everyone. I hate people with a passion that only comes from the purest rage and hatred. I sit on the train all alone, fourth year. Never really talk to anyone. Orphan in an orphanage full of muggles, disgusting.
Footsteps. As someone walks into this department of the train, I don't look up from my book, I just say, "I would like this carriage all to myself so go to the next carriage."
"No," a deep voice says as the boy sits down, that's when I realise. Tom Riddle. The slytherin that has all the boys wanting to be him and the girls drooling over him. Pathetic, if you ask me.
"Riddle," I address him with a nod, I look up at him. He could charm many people with his pale skin, jet black hair and dark black eyes. "Sai," he addresses me, last names are quite important.
His last name sounds muggle-like but he hates muggles too, it's a sensitive matter when you mention his parents anyway so I don't bother.

I look back down to my book, Riddle is a slytherin as am I, it's just I keep to myself. "Sai, put the book down," he says sternly, everyone in this goddamn school may be scared of him but I'm not.
I carry on reading my book. He grabs it out of my hands and closes it. "What the fuck. Now how am I going to find my page," I scream at him.
He pulls me closer to him, rage in his eyes, yet I'm still not scared. His hands grip onto me tightly as I move from my seat to his lap.
"What did you just say?" he whispers with an angry tone. I roll my eyes and that's when I see it. That glint in his eyes is pure evil.
"Riddle, I have to go back to seat now so can I have my book?" I say, grabbing his hand and standing up. I let go of his hand, grab my book and go back to my seat.

"Notte," he says, I look at Tom, adjusting my eyes to what seems like complete darkness. Like looking into a mirror, refreshing.
"Do you want anything from the trolley?" came a high voice from the hallway.
"No," we both say in synch, I winked at him as the lady went. Tom flipped his hair over to the other side.
"Anyway, what were you saying?" I say, turning my head back towards him.
"I'm saying, love, that I want you," he says, he looks sincere but I've got to say he's terrible at this. I just burst out laughing until I realise he gets more angry. I thought he was joking but no he was... ( Sirius ).
He grabbed my neck, he stood up and looked me up and down, I smile apologetically.

He let go of my neck as I shiver from the cold of his hands, the next thing that happened could not be expected.
He pulls me further onto his lap, tracing my lips with his fingers. "Umm...Riddle, what are you doing?"
I wrap my arms around his neck, he smirks. "My vixen, you are mine," he says so confident.
"I'm not yours, Riddle," I still sit there as he stares at me hatefully like he's going to kill me.
I wouldn't put it past him but if he wants to then he can go ahead because what is the point of stopping him? All he has to do is that spell.
He takes a deep breath and says, "Notte, you belong to no one else. You will end up with me."
Ha, he thinks I will fall in love with him and have the perfect love story. Maybe I should bring him into reality because he seems to be living in his own imagination.

"Riddle, love doesn't exist, it's a stupid myth. I will never be so weak to fall in love. I am disgusted you would even think that I, of all people, would fall in love with you. Maybe everyone else in Hogwarts is in love with you but not me."
I sit there on his lap, my arms still wrapped around his neck, his finger still on my lip.
"Well, then, darling why are you not moving?" he wraps his arms around my waist as he speaks. One of my legs on either side of him.
I just rest my head on his shoulder, ignoring him and his annoying face. After 2 minutes, I stand up and go back to my seat, I then open my book.
I get out my pen, I look at Riddle for a second as he stares at the pen. "What is that?" he asks.
"Muggle invention, they may be disgusting but god, they can invent."

"Oh, a pen, I think they call it. I live a load of the disgusting breed," he says but immediately shuts up after. Muggles, he lives with muggles.
"I live with muggles too, disgusting creatures, so pathetic and clueless," I laugh, putting both the pen and book down as he joins in with laughing.
"Why do you live with muggles?" he intrigues, I'm hardly going to tell him.
"Why do you live with muggles?" I repeat his question but towards him.
We ride in silence from then on with the occasional stare into each other's eyes.
We soon arrive at Hogwarts and on with our 4th year, Tom and I always knew about each other. We were said to be born on the same day. While they actually don't know my birthday and I was estimated to be born on that day.
It's weird, my name is actually a last name and an important last name in the wizarding world, although it is spelt different.

Riddle is friends with Theodore Nott who I'm pretty sure that will name his child after himself. Then the train came to a halt, I fell forward onto the floor.
Two arms catch me, "Watch what you're doing," Riddle says. But even with him catching me, I still hit my head.
"Thank you, Riddle," I say, grabbing on his arm to get up, "Now let's go to Hogwarts." He shows the most subtle smirk towards me.
As he grabs my hand, we walk with our luggage out of the train and to Hogwarts.
His hand entwined with mine, he tugged me into the great hall and I follow ahead.
We get to the Slytherin table, he sits and I hesitate as he sits me down while he whispers something.

"Riddle, who is this?" I hear as I look up to see Nott, sitting down across the table from us.
"This is Sai, Notte Sai. They have your last name as a first name," Riddle winks at me, his hand still entwined with mine as he grips on tightly.
"Maybe (preferred pronouns) should be called Notte Nott, what do you think Darling?" Theodore says.
I start to speak, "Yeah maybe we can-" ; before I finish my sentence, Riddle says.
"Theo, you better shut your mouth or else. This ( girl/boy/person) is mine," Riddle's eyes are on me now, scowling at me as I roll my eyes.
I feel his lips on my ear, "Roll your eyes one more time, darling. Oh, Dumbledore's speech."

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I sit in the common room as it is pretty empty with only me and Riddle in the room. I'm reading my book.
I look up for one second and my (y/e/c) eyes met with black eyes as my head shot back down to my book, I felt his gaze linger on me for a while.
I yawn, my eyes flicker as I stand up, walking to the dorm room until he stops me.
"Sai, sleep well," his hand on my chin, bringing my lips closer to my lips, kissing me aggressively before walking away.
I stand there against the wall, trying to understand what just happened.