Harry Potter One Shots

Tom RiddleXReader Orphans Part 1

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Tom Marvolo Riddle was orphaned in a muggle orphanage, alone, or was he? I Y/n Y/l/n was sent back in time after my family was attacked when I was two years old. Lord Voldemort attacked my home, and somehow, my parents knew it would happen because they left a note in my small jacket pocket explaining that I was loved and telling me where I was and how. It said to me about my mum and my twin brother Peeta. Peeta and I were inseparable. We couldn't be too far away from each other, or we would scream and cry. But he was still in the future, and I don't know if he is alive or well, if he lives past two. I grew up in the same orphanage as Tom Riddle. I wouldn't call us friends, but something draws me to him. Every time I see him, butterflies take flight in my stomach, and my cheeks burn.

As I walk down the halls of Hogwarts, I see Tom come around the corner.

"Y/l/n!!! Have you done my homework?" So maybe I'm a nerd, but can you blame me?

I want to make my parents and brother proud of me. I hope they will be. I miss them; I keep a family picture on my nightstand. My parents might only be a few years younger than me in this period, but I didn't care. I was going to make them proud in this period, but still, I was going to make them proud.

"Yes, Tom..." I was cut off by Tom.

" How many times do I have to tell you? Don't call me Tom." Every time we talked.

I knew Tom couldn't love, but I'm good at potions. A love potion or an antie love potion will help him.

Today, in potions, we make love potions so I could steal something. It shouldn't be too hard... As I walk to potions and sit in the back, searching my bag for my homework, it dawns on me that I didn't do mine. I was too busy with Tom's to remember to do mine. I grabbed a quill and parchment and got to work. Professor Slughorn started the class as I continued to do my essay.

"Miss Y/L/n, I asked you a question." Shoot, I'm dead.

"Sorry, sir. What was the question?" I ask, placing my quill in the ink bottle.

"What are the effects of a love potion?" That question was too easy: was he beginning to doubt me?

"Love potions make people believe they are in love with either the person who sent it or the person they see first after taking it; it depends on the potion itself." He nodded, and I went back to scribbling my essay down,

"Excellent job, but next time, please pay attention." Not my fault.

"Yes sir, sorry sir, won't happen again sir." I sat up straight as Tom laughed at me.

At that rate, I'll show him I am more intelligent than most people raised in the magical world. I don't know why he teases me. I am intelligent, and I am pureblood. I grew up alongside him, though I did meet my family, unlike him. I should be teasing him because he is his half-blood, but I love him too much to hurt him.