'February 17th 1979.
At this point in time I never once denied the fear I felt for Abigail Benjamin's life. With Bellatrix planning to take over only made it much worse. Even for me. Though I never failed to see myself in her. She was an exact mirror image of myself and, I denied it to my seventeen year old self, I won't deny it this time, but I was afraid of myself. The things I did, the things I had planned on doing - I was no different to Bellatrix Black. I should not have been worried about someone being my right hand, but I was.
Fear was one of the many things I despised in a human being yet I was feeling so very fearful at this point. Hypocrisy. Another thing I despised in a human being.
The hatred I felt for myself grew more and more deeper every minute; mostly due to the face that I was no longer inhuman. I could break. I could see past things. I could feel.
As you can most likely see, the pages in Abigail's diary are old and crumply. Just like my skin is becoming - just as she had predicted all those years ago.
Happy 53rd birthday, Abigail.
- Tom Marvolo Riddle.'
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Motivation ⌁ Tom Riddle ✔
FanficLet me take you back fifty years. Let me take you back to a time where teenage Tom Riddle had put aside his dark plans for the future. It was all because of the seer, the sensor. Abigail could see the past, and catch glimpses of the future. When T...
