You see two teenagers talking. A girl and a boy
G- So, what are you going to do now?
B- Leave me be Grisha you never cared for me anyways
G- You're being unfair with me Tom
Is that my dad and Grisha McLaggen?
Tom: Am I? 'Cause I think that you and the Hufflepuff boy together are pathetic
Grisha: Is this all about Lazarus? Don't tell me you're jealous of him
Tom: And what if I am?
Grisha: Since when do you care about my personal life?
Tom: Since last night. When we were just the two of us.
Grisha: If this is a joke to you...
Tom: It's not. Grisha you know that we are meant to be together. We always were
Grisha: So what are you saying?
Tom: That I want you to be mine
[Grisha and Tom seem older in the next scene]
Grisha: Tom smile. I want to have a picture. I want to remember this day
[Tom is standing in a hall when he sees 4 people carrying a body. Dumbledore approaches him]
Dumbledore: Tom. She is gone
Tom: I should have never let her have that kid
Dumbledore: What is done can't be undone. After all, you're going to have to raise her
Tom: Raise her? What do you mean by that?
Dumbledore: the baby survived, she's your daughter.
(You had to pull back. You were running out of air)
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The Riddle behind her power
FanfictionPOV: You are y/n Riddle. Yes, you are the daughter (sorry boys) of Lord Voldemort. It is your first year at the Hogwarts School of Whichcraft and Wizardry, but since your dad is the one who Should-Not-Be-Named and your knowledge in spells should be...
