Tomarry One Shots

Desire

Summary: Tom is a possessive little shit.

Ship: HarryPotterxTomRiddle

All credit goes to yourmomisgay on Ao3

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Tom had always been possessive. During his childhood, it had been the treasures he had 'borrowed' from the children in the orphanage. Each trinket, pilfered from the bullies at Wool's where he dwelled for the first four years of his life, held a tale of revenge and resilience.

In the orphanage, he endured the taunts and jeers of his peers. In retaliation, Tom became a stealthy phantom, reclaiming a sense of control by liberating small tokens from those who had sought to break him. A yo-yo, a silver thimble, and a tarnished mouth organ became his prized possessions, a tangible victory over the tormentors.

Tom truly became victorious when he was adopted. He had a father. Something Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop resented him for. He hoped they saw the triumphed look in his eyes when his father clutched his hand and took him to their home. The grandeur of his father's estate promised a life far removed from the drab walls of Wool's Orphanage.

Within the opulent halls, Tom's obsession with lineage deepened. The stolen trinkets from his orphanage days mingled with the ancestral treasures, creating a tableau of power and possession. His father's name, now his own, resonated with a sense of entitlement that masked a deeper thirst for supremacy.

In the lavish rooms, Tom Riddle discovered the weight of his newfound influence. The stolen artifacts became relics of a conquered past, yet the hunger for more, fueled by an insatiable ambition, simmered beneath the surface.

Upon his adoption into the sprawling estate, Tom's obsession with ownership expanded to the vast collection of books that adorned the shelves of his father's home. Each leather-bound tome whispered tales of generations past, and Tom felt an innate need to guard them with an almost possessive fervor.

As the years passed, the stolen childhood trinkets mingled with the ancient volumes, creating a peculiar tapestry of a life marked by adversity and retribution. Tom's guarded heart found solace in the stolen fragments of his past, and the knowledge of the books in the library became his new possessions.

Later on, when Tom Riddle senior had deemed it necessary for his namesake to attend kindergarten, the latter wasn't pleased. The prospect of kindergarten stirred a discomfort in the young boy. The idea of being surrounded by other children, engaging in what he perceived as trivial activities, clashed with the solitary and focused nature that had begun to define him.

Tom, even at a tender age, harbored a sense of superiority that distanced him from his peers. The thought of partaking in the whimsical world of kindergarten felt like a regression, a step backward from the path he believed he was destined to tread. The young prodigy, already displaying an uncommon intellect, found the notion of sharing his time and attention with others disconcerting.

Despite Tom's fervent resistance, his father remained unyielding in the decision to send him to kindergarten. The imposing figure insisted that young Tom should experience the ordinary aspects of childhood, a sentiment that clashed with the boy's innate desire for distinction.

As the first day approached, Tom senior, a stern presence in his life, displayed a determination that mirrored the stubbornness of his son. Despite Tom's silent protests and attempts to resist, there was no escaping the inevitable journey into the realm of kindergarten.

Little did Tom know that this seemingly ordinary experience would be a footnote in the grand tapestry of his extraordinary life. In the bustling kindergarten classroom, fate wove an unexpected thread as young Tom Riddle's path crossed with that of a boy named Harry. Tom, still grappling with the discomfort of being in such a mundane setting, noticed the boy with emerald eyes and adorable dimples.