Heaven (Tom Riddle x Reader)

Both you and Tom had grown together in the orphanage, both of you were... let's say different. You were ordinary as he was unique. Well, you weren't ordinary in particular. Actually, when Tom would get into trouble, you would always cover him up. He could speak to snakes, and you, small mammals, like squirrels and more. He could do bad things to the people who wronged him, as you can do good things to the people who wrong you.

One day, a visitor came, he said that the both of you were different, which proved the idea both of you believed. The man noted that you both seemed like Yin and Yang. You were filled with life and warmth as Tom was filled with numbness and manipulation. Though he still valued one thing, you, after he had treated you so coldly, you'd still managed to forgive him. Which led the two of you to become great friends. He trusted you with all his secrets.

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Once the two of you arrived at the strange place called 'Hogwarts' time went quickly till the sorting ceremony.

Tom was sorted into Slytherin, as you were put into Hufflepuff, you couldn't really deny that you weren't a Hufflepuff, I mean you were kind, loyal, forgiving, patient and humble,

~•~

Fifth year, before the ball, Tom and you had an argument, his pride and coldness was so high that he didn't bother asking you out. Silvus Povvi, a Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain and Seeker, took you to the Yule ball instead of the man you loved. You knew that he couldn't love you back, being the only other person who knew of his origin.

During the Yule ball, people complimented you because of your yellow off-shoulder dress and earthy makeup. You felt flattered yet empty for Tom didn't come with you, he instead came with a Slytherin pureblood girl called Anne Voil. You looked at him with nothing but sadness and passion but he would just glare and flirt with his partner. He made her feel like a queen, which was what you would do anything for. Just to be with him.

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After graduating Hogwarts, you traveled the world and bumped into Silvus Povvi, he stole your heart. You still felt a little incomplete, Tom cut all communication with you. You still send him letters though your love for him faded into hopeless friendship, which was one-sided.

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Years after marrying Silvus, you gave birth to a beautiful little girl, Agatha Toria Povvi was her name. She had your eyes, hair, and nose as she had Silvus' thin lips and ivory skin.

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Agatha graduated Hogwarts as a Ravenclaw when Lily gave birth to Harry. Lily was a friend of yours for nearly 2 years. Agatha treated Harry like a baby brother.

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You visited Lily with Silvus and Tobias, your dog. Lily, James, and yourself were in Harry's room, both entertaining and being entertained by the young baby Harry. Silvus was downstairs in the living room with your new pet dog, Tobias. Agatha stayed at her friend's house for a sleepover while both of you were away.

Harry started crying so James left to room to get Harry milk. You sit down the couch as Lily rocked her baby. You felt melancholic, remembering when Agatha was still a baby. Minutes later, James ran to the room but got struck by a bright green light, which made him fall to the floor and have his soul leave his body. The door opened and green light aimed itself toward Lily, you thought fast and covered Lily. You weren't going to let her get hurt while she still had a baby to raise.

You fell to the ground, soulless. You watched Lily die because of a hooded man, and how Harry had gotten a lightning scar on his head. You felt a tap on your shoulder as you sobbed, you turned and saw both a messed up Lily and James, fearing for their baby boy.

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Harry's seventh year came. Voldemort was worried, why you may ask? He was worried that no one would know of his devotion for you. That night of the Yule ball on the younger days when he didn't ask you as his partner struck him hard. He didn't want to argue with you, he wanted to keep you safe. He wanted that living thing that always kept him satisfied and filled with hope to he safe but he broke that one thought the night that he had killed you without knowing that you were you. That he had killed your husband, the one that kept you happy in those years he cut you off his life. He killed your friends who he didn't know about.

But what hit him the most was that he lost his only hope and the fact that he believed that he would see you in the afterlife. In heaven.

He thought of the only way to tell someone what he felt without ruining his reputation or pride, without ruining the fear he struck in the hearts of both the young and old. He took his important memories and put them into a small portable container. And to him, important always had you in the smallest things.

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The night before he attacks Hogwarts, he comes to one of his death eaters who wasn't going to fight in the last war. He instructed the death eater to deliver the small glass container of his memories to a particular girl.

Agatha Toria Povvi

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"Avada Kedavra!" He shouted, pointing his wand towards the scar-headed boy. The boy thought fast and pointed his wand back at the pale, almost not human, person. The duel ended with the pale man fading into dust, not able to meet you in the afterlife... heaven. For all the evil he has casted and done and for having almost no soul.

He wasn't able to meet you again, and he will never be able to, ever. You wished that he was here, in heaven, with you. You loved him.

~•~

Once the now, 35 year old Agatha, received the container. He excused herself from her husband and went to an empty, unfurnished room in the newly bought house she and her husband owned. She opened the small container and the small black smoke in it flew out and twirled around her before stopping one feet away from her and playing Tom Riddle's memories. It showed you and himself in the orphanage, as you were trying to win his friendship. It faded and reformed when you were eating muggle ice cream with him and laughed so hard that it came out of your nose. It faded again and reformed when the both of you were studying in the Restricted Section in bed hours, studying for the upcoming exams in all the main subjects.

It kept fading and reforming, showing all his memories with you to your daughter that he had wished belonged to him. The argument before the Yule ball, both the devastation you didn't know one another experienced after the Yule ball and graduation. All the suffering he experienced when you weren't by his side for he chose power over you and now he couldn't turn back. The worry the pale man felt the night before the battle of Hogwarts when he wanted someone who lived to know of his love for you. When he believed that he would see you again in heaven and reunite with you. The poor man didn't know that he'd dissolve into nothingness, just soulless matter, after he died.

After this, Agatha already had a hand on her mouth to prevent her from crying, Agatha rubbed her belly where a baby boy and girl grew.

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She lied on the hospital bed, her baby boy being handed to her as her husband sobbed beside her in joy.

"What will we name them?" Her husband asked holding the baby girl.

"Tom. Let's name him Tom Silvus." She made up her mind. Her husband knew how important the two of them were to her.

"Then let's name her Bridgette for your mother and (Y/N) for mine." Her husband nodded in agreement.

"Welcome to the world, Tom Silvus Prince and (Y/N) Bridgette Prince." Both Agatha and her husband welcomed.

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