18: Tom Riddle

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Y/N'S POV

Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle. I say looking around my families library. They have to have something about him. Grandma was in love with him. I find this large diary titled 'Arabella Raven'. Arabella? Is this Grandma's diary? I take it and place it on the closest table and start reading the last page.

dear diary,

hey, its me Arabella. Today me and Tom finally made a plan for the future his army. 

All of a sudden I feel my arm being odd. I felt tired and I soon passed out.

"Arabella!,ARABELLA!" I woke up and looked around. There she was, Grandma. She was young, was I in the past? I must be. I look closer at her, her ash brown curly hair and pale skin, her bright blue eyes. She was a spitting image of me. Woah.

"What Tom?" she shouted. Arabella looks about 16-17 years old. 

"There you are, it's so hard to find you in this stupid house!" he grumbled. That must be Tom Riddle. His pale skin and curly hair placed perfectly on his face. The curls match Mattheo's perfectly like they were brothers. But they are still family. God bless his dads genetics (SABRINA CARPENTER) .

"Calm down Tom, but I have to tell you something for your army instead of the name Knights of Walpurgis" he cut her off

"WHATS WRONG WITH THAT!" he screams

"It's not something that people will fear you with, but the name death eaters is perfect for your army"  Arabella says looking up at him.

"Arabella! THIS IS PERFECT!" he says picking her up and spinning her around

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