Ava | Tom Riddle ✔

E I G H T

~4 days later~

ava
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Today was the day. Within the past few days I have been locating my mother, and planning ways to convince her to go to hogwarts.

I just had to execute my plan perfectly.

Although you had to find a way to steer from Tom for no more than 2 hours.

Tom is always suspicious, so it would have to be a good excuse. Probably say you are going to visit a great aunt or something.

The anxiety was in my blood, getting to meet the person who died with me in her arms. This was a surreal experience. 

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The whistle of the train woke me up. It took me a second to realize we had arrived.

I saw Tom get up, and grab his stuff, so I did the same.

"Come on." He said

I just nodded and followed.

We got off the train and made our way to a seemingly random muggle town.

But this wasmt just a random muggle town, this was my mothers home town. It was an incredibly weird feeling, to think she has grown up here, has memories here.

Tom said he already found some wizard motel that would work for the week. So on the walk there, I came up with ways I could introduce myself to my mother.

I couldn't simply say, "Hey I'm your daughter from the future. Drop everything you know and come to Hogwarts with me, and fall in love with my friend who is also my dad."

Every plan I made just wasn't realistic. Honestly I have no clue how I was going to do this.

Eventually we got to the motel, amd I waited outside the lobby for Tom to get our keys.

He walked out and we went to our room for the next week or so.

"So how are we going to do this?" I asked him

"First we are going to sleep, seeing as it is 10 pm. Tomorrow we will find the diadam." He said

"Okay."

Sometimes I wished he wasnt super skilled, I just wanted to go through his mind, see things how he sees them. I never could though, like he can't to me.

I grabbed my sleepwear and went to the bathroom to change. Once I finished I went to the bed that Tom wasn't occupying.

Laying there, staring at the ceiling, with nothing but my thoughts couldn't have been healthy.

My mind went to my childhood. The years I spent at the orphanage. It all seemed so long ago, before I knew about this totally other world of witches and wizards.

I never would have guessed in just a few years time I would be sharing a motel room with my father; who is also a dark wizard. Let alone being with his past self.

Funnily enough I doubt future To even knows I exist. To be Lord Voldemorts daughter, heir of slytherin, it's all a bit much. I prefer Tom Riddle's and Annabelle Walker's daughter.

I wish I could have grown up with them as my parents. To think of all the memories we could have shared., to replace the nasty memories of the orphanage. Sadly life doesn't work like that. Wishes are just wishes. Hopefully I will succeed, and get the childhood I deserved. One where my mother doesn't die of a broken heart, one where my father isnt one of the worst people to walk the earth.

Part of me can't help but be mad at my mother. To lose the will to live, was I just not enough? And I am just furious with my fathers choices. Even if it is selfish, I just wanted a normal childhood. To go to an ice cream parlor every Wednesday as a fammily, to have a family dinner, to have parents to take me to Dragon alley, to get me first wand, and to see their faces like up in pride.

Hopefully one day this will all come true. Hopefully.

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