saint potter- h.p

2.17

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whore lol
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(y/n), still partly passed out, could feel the ground rumble underneath her, jolting her awake.

She looked to the source of the ruckus, a large scaly snake flinging its gigantic head around as what seemed to be a phoenix pecked at it.

(y/n) curled herself into a ball, covering her ears to drown out the screaming from Tom beside her and the two animals.

"Potter you arse, don't even bother to save me." (y/n) spat out quietly to herself as she regained her full consciousness, still with a gruesome headache.

What she didn't realize yet was that the young Potter boy was running for his life away from an overgrown snake through the damp tunnels of the chamber.

"I figured it out." A shrill preppy voice said calmly as he sat down beside (y/n). "I couldn't quite make out where I remembered your face from, your voice and mannerisms they were just so familiar."

She turned up to the boy, resting her head against a cold statue to ease the strain of her neck. Studying him, she kept quiet, not quite sure how to respond yet. (y/n) at this point wanted nothing more to be resting in her soft, warm bed, and out of the murky chamber.

Noticing her reluctance to speak (or was it just that she didn't care, with (y/n) one could never tell) Tom went on, "You must be the offspring of my sister, well half sister, and whichever unlucky boy that whore was with at the time"

This had caught her attention. No one ever insulted her mother. The last time someone sent her anything less than a judgmental glance they were hexed right on the spot.

Yet this boy, no older than 17, was here right in front of her. Calling her mother a whore of all things.

(y/n) cocked a brow, and lifted her head as to imply she was finally listening. "What did you just say about my mother?" She asked, trying to give the illusion of resentment, when in reality she was starting to enjoy Tom's presence more and more.

Tom smiled brightly, flashing his straight white teeth amused. "I said she was a whore, a tramp. A trait presumably inherited from her weak poor excuse for a witch mother, who went after my muggle father long after my own mother died."

Tom stretched out his arms and laid one across (y/n)s shoulders, something her mother would do when telling her stories of her youth.

"That man never could sniff out magic as well as he thought, the two women were even sisters." Tom went on with a slight roll of his eyes.

Noticing (y/n)s confused glare he spat out quickly, "Well what is it?"

"So..? You're my uncle?" She was surprisingly delighted at this thought, despite Tom quite literally being the heir of Slytherin who was currently sending the basilisk after Harry, and slowly draining the life out of Ginerva Weasley.

Tom nodded, "If you are (m/n)s daughter then yes, a (l/n) I suppose?"

"Yeah sadly." She scoffed playing with her torn robes, settling the feeling of excitement that she finally had a relative. Even if he was a memory from a diary.

Though she had completely forgotten that this diary belonged to Lord Voldemort.

Tom stiffened, retracting his arms as the sound of Harry and the basilisk made its way closer to the two of them.

"You shouldn't speak ill of your mother kid. She was just as bright as she was a slag, quite a magnificent woman despite her faults."

The comforting feeling was stripped away from her when Potter came splashing back to them. He paused for a moment, noticing (y/n)s oddly close spot directly beside Tom, before running down beside Ginny.

Tom took the young (l/n) girls hand and walked towards Potter.

Her mind was clearing, as if a spell had been undone. This boy, her uncle, Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Voldemort

She was related to Voldemort, her mother is Voldemort's sister. The rumours she was assured were just rumours all her life.

They were true.

And her she was, selfishly enjoying his company, holding his hand, after he had petrified her friends, and is set after killing Potter and Ginny.

She pried her hand any from his grip and joined Harry's side. Cursing herself for letting her guard down.

When she joined Harry, Tom was taunting him about Ginny. She was so lost in her own thoughts, her own mental battle, to fully process what was going on.

What she did catch was Harry placing his hand overtop of hers when she joined him. On top of the hand Tom had held.

He knew something had happened, but he forgave her. It was a sign of forgiveness.
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Hey darlings, im back!
Im so sorry for being inactive for so long. In all honesty i lost my love for this book and in wattpad. but i couldnt abandon this book and everyone reading it.
i cant promise when the next update will be, maybe next week or maybe in another 3 months i really have no clue.

anyways i love you all and thank you so much for your votes on every chapter, your comments, and literally just support it means so much and is probably one of the main things keeping me going with Saint Potter. You're all rekindling my love for this book or whatever

also the family tree might be a bit confusing so uh im sorry lol

ok this is a lot of words that dont make sense im sorry im tired and wrote this at like 3 am

catch you later babes <<3