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❖ 1945 to 1950 ❖ When Tom Riddle retreated into darkened alleys, the wizarding world breathed a sigh of relief. He had left behind a trail of bloody footprints, yes, but no ruin had been left in his wake.
And yet... a shadow lingered. He was silent, yes, but a chill had been left in his place. Shadows curled in the corners of the towns and in the minds of anyone who dared wonder what had happened to him. Those who had left behind waited for the signs of his true return... both with bated breath and enchanted locks.
After all, The Dark Lord was not done with the world that had shown him what true power was. He simply needed to... perfect himself. He watched the world go by with a too clever mind, seeking what would make him stronger. As he lurked on the edges, he found three others who were doing the same. A surprise to them all, certainly... but not an entirely unwelcome one.
One, a prisoner.
Another, a murderer.
The last, a legacy.
They all sought destruction. Perhaps for power, perhaps for violence... it did not matter. Tom fed on it and drew them all together. They were his followers. His... friends. Friends that promised each other freedom and revenge.
But secrets and lies laid beneath them all... and it was only a matter of time before their loyalty would rot away to nothing.