Tied [A Tom Riddle Story]

16. Diagon Alley

Tom

15

And so school will start in the next few days, Tom has to go to Diagon Alley and purchase needed supplies for school.

As he walks on the crowded street full of witches and wizard of all ages alike, he had felt himself towering over many of them. It was as if he had became bigger and stronger overnight. It had fascinated Tom how the body of all humans work. And so he makes his journey to the book store. And there she is with her long curled hair unlike the other girls who had folded there hair up into puffed curls. Sela usually does that too, but not today as it seems. It was unusual to him and the many others as many looked at her as she passed by.

Men and boys with admiration.

Women and girls with confusion, jealousy or appreciation.

 
He had recognised and looked at her while they were many feet away, yet within closed proximity and his eyes still on her, she had not looked at him.

As he expected, no one does recognise him. He had changed in a span of a night.

 
She had walked somewhere of what he assumed was not her destination home, for he knows many estate of the nobles are the other way yet she went for the opposite direction. A part of him wanted to follow her and he should. Yet another part of him wanted to tend to supplies gathering first and he did.

As he walks around the bookshelves looking for the books he needs he can't help but get irritated by the sound of giddy witches gushing.

"Can't you see him? Right there. Merlin's beard I'm about to swoon."

"Do you think he goes to Hogwarts?"

"Look at those curls!"

"He's so tall!"

"Please Merlin! Let him be a Hogwarts student."

He mentally chuckled to himself that these girls does not recognise him even a bit.

With all items in his hands, he is expected to go back to the Orphanage immediately but with the chance of blissful escape, why would he step another foot closer to that place so soon?

He is going to roam around for awhile, something he usually dislikes. It is most bizarre how when a person ages, they began to change drastically, he thought.

 
He had somehow thought about earlier, the direction that Sela went, and he has the mean to follow the same path. He fully admits to himself that he wants to know where she went and what she is doing.

He all but came to the walls of the Leaky Cauldron. She must be in there, he thought.

 
"You know Ms Varton that's quite bizarre." The guy behind the counter spoke.

"Oh please Tom, leave behind the formalities."

Tom... Riddle, raises his eyebrow at the familiar name.

"Y'know I can't do that, Your... his daughter."

"And I say leave it. If you think he is powerful, so am I. After all I am his daughter."

"Yes, indeed."

 
"Then you'll have to listen to me." She softly smiles at the 'other' Tom, something that makes Tom Riddle's stomach filled with warmth upon gazing at the smile.

"Alright, alright. Wait... what is your name again?"

"Seriously!?" She speaks with offense.

"Sela! Sela! Of course. I'm getting old my memories are all fogged up."