This Old Agony 《Tom Riddle Fanfiction 》

𝕬 𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙'𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖞

Sometimes, I don't understand why I keep you with me while you are rotten and broken into pieces. I should've burned you a long time ago. I fear it isn't today that I can do it, and let you go to the burning flames to feed on you.

Oh my heart, my foolish heart, will life be easy on you, or shall I ease the pain and remove you?

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Torn pages...

Blood smears

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On a random day in the summer, I went to my locker to get the book needed for the next class. It was potions, as I remember. I opened the locker.

To my surprise, I was greeted by the presence of a flower lying on my books. My hand picked it up. I recognise it to be a red camellia; I'm not sure, though, but it was fascinating. Additionally, it had a lovely smell. It was a heartwarming memory.

Wilted

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I reached the potion class on time. I could feel the air as it was entering my lungs, as if it were burning them. I shouldn't have run to class, but I grew anxious about being late. It was even worse to hear my loud breath while I took my seat. It seems that in each class, my seat would be beside Tom. It isn't that I hated it back then—I quite enjoyed his company.

"𝓔𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂𝓮𝓭?"

It felt like my loud breathing annoyed him as I tried to tame it out.

"𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮"

"Shut up! Shut up!" She was hitting her ear, trying to remove the voices.

They will not leave. It is a reality that she needs to cope with, but she can't and will never be able to cope with it. She wanted to die. That wasn't an option either.

Her shaking fingers grabbed the pen that fell to the ground as blood smeared the papers.

I didn't recognise how much of a bright smile I had while admiring the single flower in my hand. It seems that the smile that splashed on my face that day has been permanently engraved in my memories.

"You seem delighted." It surprised me when he spoke. I did turn my head to look at him with that... with that smile on my face. I was indeed delighted by the flower's presence in my hands.

"I do" I looked at the flower admiringly. He nodded and didn't say anything else. I knew that he wasn't much of a talker. He liked silence. It is an understandable preference.

"Do I even know anything about you, Tom?"

Tom has changed from the first time I have seen him, in the span of a year and a half. He became less rude. He was praised by most professors. He is incredibly intelligent; it is a fact. Tom Riddle seemed to have a bright future in front of him—an incredible potential to be the most powerful wizard in the world. However, it seemed that Tom was running from something—something bigger than him. Something that he shouldn't run from. He was fighting and running with a mask of ignorance. Tom needed to protect his only property.

Pride, and pride only. It would be the question to be asked: how can one care for such a pathetic being? Well...

For the pleasure of fate, I cared for Tom. It is something that I can't understand—how it occurred. I was simply drawn to him, like a chloride ion searching for an electron to complete her. He felt like a memory that I had regained. Yet he seemed to distance himself from me, like I was a plaque that had returned to infect him. I loved a person who, I assume, did not want to love me.

Oh my heart, my dear heart, you could never rest.

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I was at Professor Slughorn's office. I wanted to ask him a question about potions—to be exact, a potion. It is said that any potion can be made and enhanced if the Potioneer has great knowledge about potions and the different effects of adding multiple ingredients. An ingredient can ruin, enhance, or create a potion. It is a mystery that needs to be solved carefully, or death would be the answer that conquers them.

"Ms. Ashraf, what brings you to my office?" he said. "I apologise for my sudden appearance, but I had a question outside the curriculum." I was awkward because I didn't know what answer I would get. Would the answer even satisfy my curious mind? "It is about potions." I blurted out as soon as I saw his confused look.

"Well, then, what is the question that you have in mind?" He said.

"Is there a potion that one can intake, causing them to know the true intentions of people as those people speak?" He looked impressed by the question, or rather confused? Maybe both? I can't quite remember.

"Indeed, there is one, however; It was recently made by Laylah Shafiq, so it isn't as known or as used as other kinds of potions." he explained. "So it is possible to be made?" I sounded like a fool. "Yes, Ms. Ashraf." He had a smile on his face. "Alright, thank you, professor." I said as I left.

Layla Shafiq is one of the greatest potioners in the wizarding world. A woman who invented multiple potions in her life and left a prominent mark on the field of potions with her incredible studies. Aside from being from one of the noble pureblood families, she had an incredible mind that no other being could match. She was an elegant and beautiful lady. It was said that, though she was a kind woman, her rage was one to avoid.

That was the first time she heard about her but it won't be the last.

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• Author's note: why can't wattpad have colours? It would have saved some time for me. Also, I need to increase my word count because my word counts are incredibly short. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter, and don't forget to vote or leave a comment!.