𝓕𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓜𝔂 𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 (Tom Riddle X Reader)

"Wrong Turn"

(3rd pov)

It's been a long while, too long for one to keep their fragile patience, but not for this one boy. Tom Riddle was most patient about this devastating fate that (Y/n) had to go through, not anyone else but him, yet, despite his eagerness to see you finally gain consciousness, he couldn't understand why exactly.

He knew he needed to stay away from her, seeing how much she's interfered with his devices in the past, he was not willing to let her do it again.  It was confusing to him why but he had to be honest that whenever he saw (Y/n), a warmth in his chest would form and his heart would beat faster than before.

This sensation was complete blasphemy and he believed it was not needed though why was he waiting so anxiously at your bedside? He visited (Y/n) as much as he can as long as no one was present to see this feeble side of his and even he found it disturbing.

Then it donned on him. Why would it be so bad if it was a friend he was seeing? Well...in this case, they used to be friends. Their close bond swiveled into nothingness, thrown away as if their memories together were just rubbish, and deep inside him, he knew it hurt to see her push the thought away, choosing to pretend that it never happened.

As his troubled eyes landed on her cold hand, this tempting feeling overcame him. Did he want to hold them? How in Godric's name did it come to this? Holding your hand was never as difficult for him to undergo back then but now it seems that he couldn't.

"You give me a headache." He said with disdain before pulling his hand away which was inches closer to (Y/n)'s. To his disappointment, the voice of a certain man talking to the school healer came from the hallway, meaning it was his queue to take his leave. Not once would he let anyone witness him near the girl, especially not the ones involved with his plan.

But he stopped in his tracks and looked back, clenching his jaw in confusion. Why must he make things harder for himself when he could just leave the room in peace? Not wasting any more time, Tom knelt down on your bedside and carefully held your hand. If not a friend the (Y/n) undoubtedly became one of his closest companions in his early days.

He lifted her hand to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss. This Riddle boy failed to realize how much bothered he had grown ever since (Y/n) lost consciousness, fearing she would never regain them back. After all, the only thing to bring a horrid fright to his heart was the grim idea of death.

His neglect for his first friend was the one to shred all ties from both and of course, his pride refused to accept that it was his entire doing but often, his own thoughts haunt him and made him wonder of what would be if it weren't for his unimpeachable desire to go down a different path.
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(Dumbledore's pov)

"Three weeks?...well, I suppose it is better than no recovery at all." I sighed. "But would it make a difference if I make a cure myself?"

Madame Pomfrey returned her notebook back into her pocket after writing along the way. "I'm afraid that would be a waste of time. If none of the past healers have found a way to reverse the curse then what difference would it make if you were the one to do it? There's no doubt you'll follow the same failed steps as well."

"Perhaps you're right," I said in defeat.

"...Do you believe it truly was Grindelwald who caused the riot?" Her question was filled with bother.

"I have no evidence just yet. Not until (Y/n) awakes from her slumber."

Unsure how to answer, she snapped her head towards a familiar boy who left the hospital wing. Just when I was about to remove my eyes off him, I was given the chance to realize that it was Mr. Riddle who had gone out, carrying his notebook with him as usual. "Mr. Riddle! What brings you here today." The boy only halted his steps but didn't turn to face us. "Mr. Riddle?" I asked once again.