1958 is the year a certain wizard returns from the darkness, well not completely. What happens when he wants a particular witch by his side as he reaches more power?
His Blood Witch.
tom riddle x original character.
toxic, dark relationship, and sl...
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Vera walked into Malfoy manor.
Her black heels clicked onto the dark floor with each step she took towards the ballroom. She could hear the classical music becoming louder as she began to come closer.
Vera wore a black dress that hugged her body perfectly, and the v-line of the top part exposed some cleavage, as well as the slit revealing her left thigh. A black lace mask with a few rhinestones rested on her face beautifully.
She wanted to blend in and not make it obvious it was her if she ran into a familiar she once encountered. Vera's normally curled hair was now straightened but she knew he had seen her with straight hair on many occasions, but there was a slight possibility that he wouldn't notice her quickly.
He would.
Vera hoped she could keep a distance if he was there. She just wanted to see how much her ex-lover changed over the years and to make sure he didn't go utterly insane, then leave without a trace.
She couldn't quite comprehend why she would 'watch over' him and try to figure out what his plans were. She almost felt like a stalker at times that would leave her to completely ignore his whole existence.
It was a masquerade ball that Abraxas Malfoy and his wife were hosting and she had an idea why he sent her an invite. There was no doubt in her brilliant mind that Tom made Abraxas do so. But why? Vera wondered if he really disposed of his muggle name and used that hideous one that he created?
Lord Voldemort.
Although over the years of her disappearance, she had received letters from Abraxas and two other knights she was close with about how she should come visit and keep in touch with them.
She didn't.
She entered the ballroom slipping past guests trying to remain in the shadows and began to look at her surroundings. Many wore black like her, red and golds, creams and nudes. There were only a few who wore midnight blue and purple.
Many witches and wizards of high society were chatting amongst each other, drinking their preferred beverages.
Her dark eyes caught a familiar platinum blonde at the bar as he was joined by another wizard. They both wore fine black suits and stood tall.
