𝓤𝓼𝓮 𝓜𝓮 - 𝓣.𝓜.𝓡

𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

"Riddle I need you to remain in your bedroom for the rest of the evening, can you do that?" Leilah questioned as she entered the library.

"Yes mistress." Riddle spoke obediently and started to close the book he had in his hands.

"You can take those books with you if you want." Leilah stopped him from putting them in the shelf.

"Thank you, mistress."

"No need. Oh, and Mara will deliver dinner to your bedroom." Leilah grabbed the books that the ministry gave her about Riddle's condition per say. 'I really need to read these.' She thought, annoyed.

"I understand, mistress." Riddle muttered eyeing that books in her hands fearfully – not that she noticed – and waited for Leilah to add something more.

"I'm sorry." She grimaced with sympathy. "It's just that Mione and Ron are coming over so that I can explain your situation and I don't think they would appreciate having you in the same room." Leilah bit her lip nervously, as if waiting for a lash out.

"I see." Riddle looked down, ashamed. "If that's all, may I go took my bedroom, mistress?" Riddle questioned.

Leilah nodded and watched as Riddle left in a hurry. When he was no longer in sight, she huffed, she should've told him to leave in another way, she just made him feel unwelcome.

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Throwing himself onto the bed, Tom opened the book he had taken from his mistress library. It was about DADA. When he was younger Tom had wanted to be a professor, but Dippet told him he was too young for the position and to come back in a few years, when the spot was finally available ten years later, Dumbledore already was headmaster and had refused the moment he saw him. Two times. So, he cursed the position.

He still fancied the Dark Arts more than DADA, but he wouldn't refuse an informative book on the latter.

Sometimes he wondered what would've happened if Dippet or Dumbledore had given him the position to teach. He often thought that he would've never become Voldemort, not really.

Myrtle's death had been an accident, he only wanted to petrify the muggleborns who sneered at the old ways.

His father and grandparents had been on a fit of rage because they had told him they would never in their lives would take a freak like him into their family, that they would prefer to be dead before that happened. So, he granted them their wish and killed them. Afterwards he cried himself to sleep, filled with regret that he would never get the chance to show.

In front of his friends, he didn't want to show weakness, they were happy with their families, he didn't want to burden them with his problems, so when they inevitably asked how their reunion went, he told them that his uncle had apparently murdered them the same evening he went and they somewhat consoled him – not very good, but they tried – but Tom had told them he was alright, that at end he hadn't even meet them. He just had the illusion of getting to know his father and grandparents – which was true – but that sadly that wouldn't happen.

He had feared death so much which lead him to create horcruxes,' unaware of the consequences of creating one.

Lost in his thoughts, Tom didn't continue reading the book at hand, in favor of eating the meal the little elf named Mara delivered.

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"So, that's the reason you decided to keep him?" Hermione questioned with a raised brow.

"Yes, Mione. I'm sorry, I know I should've talked about this with you, both of you, before deciding."

"We're not mad, Leilah, but we don't exactly appreciate the fact he's here, under the same roof as you." Ron told the raven haired.

"I couldn't leave him there, guys." Leilah said.

"We know." Hermione sighed. "Your morals wouldn't have let you to walk away." She rubbed her face, mentally exhausted.

"Where's he anyway?"

"In his room, probably having dinner."

"His room?!" Ron exclaimed in disbelief. "You gave Voldemort his own room?! You should chain him up or something."

"Ronald." Hermione shouted.

"What? You know it's true. He deserves pain."

"Ron, we aren't like that, none of us are. We don't enjoy others pain, we never have. And I won't start now."

"I know, sorry. It's just............he's Voldemort Leilah. I can't feel sympathy, not for him."

"I don't expect you to, Ron."

"What is your plan with him Leilah? I know you have something in mind." Hermione asked.

"Well, Riddle is basically like a newborn now, so I don't know maybe I can teach him how to be human or something."

"Are you sure you can succeed with this?" Ron asked.

"I think so. Everybody deserves a second chance guys, I'll give him one." Leilah admitted.

"We'll help." Hermione assured her friend.

"Damn our hero complex then." Ron cursed causing the girls to laugh.

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Dear Leilah

Ronald and Hermione came over last night and informed us of the situation, and we wanted to tell you that we'll help you with Riddle.

You've told us what you learned about him and how he didn't have a proper guide during his youth which is probably the cause of why he ended up becoming Voldemort.

We think that you should get him to open up about his childhood and how he felt, not what he did. Maybe it'll help out.

Sincerely Molly Weasley.