"That was the first time in my life i felt something real. I thought that once I did it, once I become the master of my own fate, the dreams of you would stop. I thought I wouldn't need a muse once I became a god." . . . The mission was simple: Stop the boy. Save the future. When Alina Malfoy and Lara are thrown into the 1940s, they expect a fight. They don't expect a soul-tie. They don't expect the murders to have already begun. And they certainly don't expect Tom Riddle to be waiting for them. All characters belong to J.K Rowling, except my own. 1ST IN "Tomriddlefanfiction" 1st in "persuasive" 2nd in "Tomriddleff"