Tom Riddle | Short Stories

Summer Love

No World War Two au.

Slughorn had invited Tom to a research intensive at his summer home in Northern Italy. Of course Tom has leapt at the opportunity to spend his summer away from that dreaded Orphanage. The only thing was that He would be staying with Slughorn's family. He didn't know how he'd be able to cope with a slew of Slughorns.

He arrived by port key, and was immediately greeted by the sight of Slughorn shuffling out to meet him. He wore a Hawaiian shirt. Tom had to stop himself from vomiting at the image by fixing his attention on his surroundings.

It was a rather grand Villa, with ivy growing on the walls, he could hear people swimming in a pool, and there were birds singing from the trees. Tom had never been somewhere so beautiful.

"Tom M'boy, happy to see you. You can meet everyone then get settled," he said, "Marcus, come take Tom's bag!"

He heard laughter and then several cries of protest in Italian, as he heard someone get pushed back in.

A boy emerged, he was tall tan and bore no resemblance to Slughorn, water glistened on his skin, and he wore a towel around his neck, a girl chased after him and jumped onto his back,

The girl looked about Tom's age, deep chocolates hair and it honestly looked like someone had put the ocean in her eyes,

"Sei un cazzo, Marcus." Said the girl who caught the disapproving look from Slughorn, and climbed off Marcus' back.

"Marzia, Marcus, this is Tom Riddle he's helping me with a research project this summer." Said Slughorn, "Tom this is my sister's boy and his step sister but we all love her like she's family."

Marzia shook Tom's hand with her wet one, smiling at him brightly but it quickly melted off her face when Marcus covered her with a towel, Tom almost wished he had looked now. Something about being told he couldn't do something made him want to do it all the more.

"Piccola Cagna." She hissed at her step brother,

"Non dovredde guadare." Said Marcus defensively,

"We do speak English," said Marzia, "It's just easier to say colourful words in Italian." She shrugged, and Marcus took Tom's bag.

"I'm sure." Was all Tom said, Marzia nodded, her smile returning to her features.

"The room overlooking the pool, right?" Asked Marcus, he was British,

"Get going I expect you all to be ready for dinner in fifteen minutes." Said Slughorn, "Don't let her steal your heart, Tom." He said winking at Tom, who looked to Marzia whose cheeks were now tinted pink as she glared at her uncle.

"Andiamo." Said Marzia gesturing for them to follow her,

"So you go to Hogwarts." Said Marcus, "What's that like?"

Marzia fell back to walk beside him, her hands clasped behind her back as an imitation of him.

"Extraordinary." Said Tom and Marzia looked to her brother as he mounted the stairs,

"We have some theories." Said Marzia, and Marcus nodded,

"Indeed, why don't you start." Said Marcus as they began walking down the hall.

"Which do you think is more likely, that Slytherin was in love with Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff or wild card Gryffindor?" Asked Marzia looking at him.

"Can I ask where this theory came from?" Asked Tom and Marcus shot him a look over his shoulder,

"Don't get her started," said Marcus and Marzia hit his back, "Don't hit me, I'm sensitive."

"Poppolo britannico." Said Marzia, her eyes narrowed,