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── I DON'T WANT LIE
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SUMMARY
At the age of fifteen-years old, with the Global Wizarding War at the very brink of danger and frution, Lena Bones and Tom Riddle were experiencing the affects at the very heart of it. The orphanage was simply over flowing with the poor children left without parents, without other family to take them in, and the two oldest of the Bones manor were left with only an oversight of how bad it was, whilst trying their very hardest to forget about the tragedies and somehow they needed to focus on their upcoming examinations so that they could maybe have a life when it's all over.
In the summer, as it neared closer to the new school year, it was found that the both of them had been made Prefects for their respective houses, and in someways, there was a little light in the darkness for the both of them.
Especially Tom. Continuously self-aware and prided upon the fact, he had found something most disconcerting developing through the years of staying there, through the years when attending Hogwarts. He had found, amongst the budding darkness that only propelled forward in the presence of those who could recognise that darkness and inadvertently only enhance it, that there was some kind of flickering flame that sat within him.
It would die down on the colder days, the Saturdays when they didn't have classes and he was locked away in the dormitory and would flicker back into existence on Monday morning, roared to life in classes they shared. Because somewhere along the way, he had found comfort in the brief, far-apart conversations he would have with the girl he lived alongside.
Something in the way she talked, how she carried herself, how she smiled so prettily and how she did little voices when reading to the children. Somewhere along the way, Tom Riddle had found some sort of long-lost sense of love he could only find in Lena Bones.
And then they were assigned as prefects and Tom would be spending more time with her. More time to explore this difference, more chance to explore the definitive change that had roared to life through the summers spent in the Lakes.
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── I'VE BEEN RELYING ON YOU
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" i think i worry a lot i need to take it easy i got this anxious feeling but it goes away for a minute when i'm with you breathing " ── cry baby, the neighbourhood
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' TOM... THERE'S A LEGEND, ── ABOUT SALAZAR SLYTHERIN- '
── ' I KNOW. THERE'S NO NEED TO WORRY ABOUT IT, DARLING. EVEN WHEN WE PATROL.'
