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Harry heard his door unlock and stilled. It had to be his uncle. And he was going to hit him, bruise him, make him scream and bleed. That wasn't the worst of it. He was going to do the unthinkable to Harry. Harry kept his eyes shut and didn't move. He shivered in fear, not wanting anything more to happen to him. Hadn't he suffered enough? But after minutes of nothing, Harry opened his eyes and was astonished by what he saw.
A man with beautiful, brown hair that was starting to grey stood above him, waving a stick around, causing lights to erupt from the tip of the wand. He had pale skin that seemed to glow in the dimly lit room and was wearing a black cloak that covered the entirety of his frame. Harry was dumbfounded.
"Who are you?" Harry asked in a choked whisper. The man turned around and lowered the - stick - slowly and smiled in satisfaction. Harry sat up and looked at him with a mixture of bewilderment and fear.
"I'm the man who is going to save you from pain. Your uncle is dead, I'm afraid, but I doubt you care too much. Your aunt and cousin have fled but I wouldn't worry about them, Harry," he said turning away again and waving his stick around, causing more lights to fly out of it. Harry swallowed hard, confusion building up inside of him.
"What is that?" He asked, pointing towards the stick the man was holding. "And how can you do that? That is impossible, surely - oh. I'm dreaming. I knew Vernon being dead was too good to be true."
Harry sighed and pulled his pulled his knees towards his chest.
"My name is Tom Riddle and this is my wand. I am a wizard, just like you are. These -" Tom said the last while waving his wand. "- Are spells. These are what I am going to teach you when I adopt you. however, I must tell you that you can never tell anybody my real name. My name shall be, from this day forward, Tom Edwardson. So if anybody asks my name, that is what you say. But do not worry, in return, you shall get protection from those muggles - non-magical people - and a nice place to live, free of pain."
It all sounded too good be true, but as Tom took Harry's hand, Harry couldn't help but believe the words coming from his mouth.
What could be worse than what he had already? What was there to lose?
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