Cold-Blooded (Tom Riddle x Reader)

Chapter 4

        Harry was quick to pull his head out from the pensieve as soon as the last memory ended, and swiftly turned his head to gawk at his school's headmaster, trying to piece his thoughts together to form a conceivable question.

"Sir, s-she knew Voldemort?!" Dumbledore mentioned (Y/n) Emrys being a great student, yes, but he didn't mention that she personally knew Tom Riddle-- back in his early childhood, especially!

The old-timer was not surprised of the brunette's outburst. The wise man knew that the bespectacled lad would question what role (Y/n) plays in Voldemort's--no, Tom's memories.

"Indeed, she did." Dumbledore finally answered, before pulling out the third memory from the case. "I brought you here, and let you see miss Emrys' memories to know Tom Riddle in her eyes. I think it's safe to say that since (Y/n) met Tom since early childhood, she'd know him best. Keep your friends close, but your enemies: closer, as the old saying goes,"

"Sorry for asking, but... why couldn't you do that yourself, sir?" The chosen one inquired rather curiously, as the great wizard genuinely smiled at the innocent question.

"Because I already knew what happened." After responding, Dumbledore then handed Harry the third vial of (Y/n)'s memories, wordlessly instructing him what he has to do next.

And with that, Harry dipped his head back to the pensieve obediently, after pouring the memory to continue watching Emrys' childhood life, with him now having knowledge of her knowing Tom Riddle.

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March 15, 1935

First Therapy Session With Counselor Martha

A whole week has passed, and it's now Friday-- so far, the teachers bored you. Some were mildly interesting, but as their share of class hours passed, the plainer they grow. It was a shame really. You really do want to see them as fun and exciting as the rest of your classmates-- you really do, but they all have this specific characteristic that bothered you to no end: their favoritism on Tom Riddle.

Speaking of the mentioned boy, so far as you've observed, he was nothing more than a kiss-ass trying to please every superior he meets. It was irritating. Surely, you weren't the only one bothered by his behavior. With him being a teacher's pet, you've wondered why nobody bullied him so far (not that you encourage such brash behavior). But based on the way how the other orphans behaved around him, they seemed to be... intimidated. Perhaps, possibly afraid? Because of your scrutiny towards the boy, you're now curious about Tom's past, and his influence around the orphanage.

But right now, that's not your priority.

Because currently, you're heading towards the room where a group therapy session with a few random children will be held-- with you, now a part of it. If this is a test to see if you're still sane despite everything that happened to you in one night, you'll be the one to throw yourself in a mental institution if deemed insane. Not that you want to be there, but you think it's amazing to be this stable and crazy at the same time.

Now arriving by its door, you studied its structure, contemplating what could possibly be waiting for you at the other side, before eventually entering. When you did, you were greeted with multiple faces, bringing you to the conclusion that you might be late. You studied the faces of the children already in the room, and it seems there's only one available seat left, indicating that they were all waiting for you.

Your eyes met the counselor's auburn ones first, before looking at the other children's. And then, your sight landed on dark-colored ones which made you realize lo and behold, Tom Riddle is part of this session too.