(Tom Pov)
It had been months since I saw her eyes and heard her speak. A friend of mine so close, taken away by the pure darkness that is the world around me. I headed to the platform for the first time. Hogwarts. Rumored to be a school of witchcraft and wizardry. I remember hearing about like it were yesterday. A man came and talked to me about the school. The name of Dumbledore, he claimed he was a professor at this so called school. Still I wanted to have the one who I called a friend with me on this endeavor. She was all I had and I couldn't even tell her goodbye. She was the one who only kept me sane. She was just like me, she helped me pick on the other kids who were mean. She was clever, witty, everything that I valued. Not being able to see her at all is something that I can't fathom. I wonder if I could wake her from her coma...or would it cause damage. I'll keep writing to her, keep her spirit alive. Maybe...maybe then one of these days I could get a response. She's a fighter. Dumbledore even knew that. He told me she was gifted like me. It made me seem like I was no longer alone. I felt a pain in my chest. Supposedly this is what the constant desire for a want feels like, maybe it's different on a different idea. I'll make sure I can see her again. She'll be mine eventually. I'll stay by her side until the end.
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Fallen ones
FanfictionWhat was the history like of lord voldemort, what made him hate muggles so much....besides the life of a family he never had to truly have, then he ended up orphaned. He had a friend, she was just like him....she was ripped from him.....what was his...
