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AU Tom Riddle

TW: smut

AU in which Tom Riddle is sorted into Hufflepuff

When Riddle got sorted into Hufflepuff, the Great Hall went silent. The staff stopped their conversations, and their faces were written with pure confusion. Everybody knew that the little 11-year-old boy standing at the front of the hall was pure terror. Everyone had heard about the stories of Riddle ripping up a poor boy's pet orphan with his bare hands. That type of person wasn't meant to be a Hufflepuff — there was only one house they truly did fit. Soon after that, the great old sorting hat was whisked away, and a replica of the hat was brought in. It seemed to sort everybody else just fine, but we never knew for sure. Nobody else had a known reputation like Riddle.

It was weird walking the halls and seeing him in his yellow robes that never quite fit him. The yellow didn't match with his fair skin. It made him look ill. I had always imagined being a fellow Slytherin with Riddle, but it was weird passing him in the hallway marching in different robes and heading in a different direction.

Riddle and I had known each other before coming to Hogwarts. While he was at Wool's Orphanage, I was at Brimstone's Home for the Lost. A truly pleasant name for an orphanage. Wool and Brimstone were sibling orphanages and a short walk away from each other. During holidays Wool's orphans would walk over so we could celebrate together. Nothing was better than celebrating cherry holidays with a group of impassive orphans. I had created a bond with Riddle at a rate that was unusually fast. I wasn't one to make friends. I kept to myself and read a good book but something about him was different. We were similar in ways that you can't quite explain with words. The air felt different when we were together — thicker, heavier, powerful.

We had been inseparable until the sorting. It was like we had been glued at the shoulders. When he got sorted into a different house, it felt like my skin was ripping apart. The hat had pulled the glue apart and replaced it with magnets. Two south magnets. No matter how hard I tried to get close to Riddle, something always happened. I haven't even said more that 100 words to him during the six years we've been here. It pained me to lose my closest friend like that. I thought ever having a friendship again with Riddle was doomed the moment he sat at his table, and I sat at mine. Something must have happened to our magnets though. All the sudden I felt my feet carrying me to the Hufflepuff Common Room. I stood at the entrance waiting for anybody to enter. When Sasha Abbot did, I ran in behind her and asked the closest person where Riddle's dorm was. They pointed me to a solo room in its own secluded corridor but not before warning me not to go in. I disregarded their advice and ran down that hall. There I stood in front of his door, hands shaking. I had two

options. I could either knock or throw the door open. I decided against the latter in case that made Riddle angry with me for some reason. I was this close, and I could not afford to screw up now.

After knocking on his door, I stood and waited for him to answer but of course he didn't. It was obvious he was in his room, there was a faint candlelight flicker from under his door. I cursed myself for choosing to knock. I should've just slammed his door open. When I did open his door, he was at his desk looking up at me with a quill in hand. His face was blank, but his eyes said it all. He was shocked to see me here but pleased, nonetheless.

"Y/n." He said, going back to scribble something down on his paper.

Oh, how I missed this. "Tom." I replied as I walked into his room and locked the door behind me.

"What brought you here?" He stood up from his desk and stood in front of me while I sat on his rather large bed.

I took a moment to study his face. He looked the same yet different. He was still beautiful as always but now that he was older, his features became more defined. His jawline and cheek bones were sharp as ever and his brown eyes were the same honey like shade. Merlin, I could stare at his face all day and not get bored. "My feet." I deadpanned, looking up at the boy in front of me.