𝐀 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 ║Tom Riddle ✔ [EDITING]

Chapter Sixty: Aberforth Knows All

Even on my weakest days
I get a little bit stronger
― Sara Evans

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"You can have the bigger room," I tell Tom and start to haul my luggage into my room, which was just across from his.

"Are you certain?" He asks lip curling upwards in disgust.

"Yeah. I never needed a big room. It took so long before I became used to sleeping on a real bed. So I don't need a huge bed either." I smile at him, shrugging.

"Why weren't you used to sleeping in your own bed?" He asks, curious. I grit my teeth.

"Because I used to hide under my bed during the nights in the orphanage. I'd end up falling asleep on the floor." I reply softly, not looking up at him.

"Why were you hiding?" He raises a brow, causing me to scoff at him.

"Good night Riddle." I grin, shaking my head in amusement. "Sweet dreams." I tease.

"Does Aberforth know I'm here?" He asks, and I shake my head.

"Nope."

"Dumbledore seriously!?" He hisses, making me laugh.

"Relax. He won't kick you out. This is your home now. Night." I wave at him, shutting the door behind me.

I stroll into my new room, and I smile. I liked this room more than the bigger one anyway. It had no window, but I think Tom deserved to have one after staring at bricks for years.

I tuck myself into my bed and stare at the ceiling in silence. I felt at peace, knowing that Tom wasn't stuck in a prison of doom and gloom anymore. It was serene. I was delighted he was finally out of that place.

With those thoughts in mind. My eyes droop softly, and sleep takes hold of my being.