"TO LOVE HIM WAS TO BECOME IN HIS IMAGE, NOT A WORSHIPPER BUT A TWIN FLAME." Merope Eloween Potter is the eldest daughter of Lily and James Potter, and the older sister of Harry. Also known as the girl who survived, Merope holds this title for reasons far different ── and far darker ── than her brother's, reasons no one truly understands until the very end. What no one can deny is the unsettling resemblance between Merope and Tom Riddle ── not just in appearance, but in mind, in ambition, in the eerie stillness behind their eyes. That silent, inevitable connection shapes everything she becomes. And one day, fate, in all its cruel irony, brings Merope face-to-face with Tom Riddle ── the man who murdered her parents and the greatest enemy of her little brother. And from that moment on, nothing is ever the same.

― "You are my ruin - and my salvation." ― Lilith Vale was born different - too sharp, too cold, and far too powerful for someone so young. Raised on dark magic and haunted by her father's death, she's spent her life searching for the spell that destroyed him... and nearly took her with it. Now in her final year at Hogwarts, she wears the badge of Head Girl like a mask. To the rest of the school, she's brilliant, distant, untouchable. But underneath, Lilith is spiraling - unraveling under the weight of secrets, survivor's guilt, and a hunger for knowledge that no book seems able to satisfy. Then comes him.. Tom Riddle - charming, calculated, and dangerously intelligent. He's the only one who sees her as more than a quiet storm. And the only one whose mind she can't seem to read. He wants to know what she's hiding. She wants to know why he's watching. Their connection is a game of power and proximity. A cold war wrapped in stolen glances and veiled threats. But something dark is stirring at Hogwarts - students are disappearing, ancient symbols are resurfacing, and Lilith is getting too close to the truth. To the truth about her father. To the truth about Tom. And to the truth about herself. Because some magic isn't meant to be studied. Some obsessions aren't meant to be survived. And some love stories are written only to end in destruction. ☽｡⋆

Dolorosa (adj., Latin, feminine) /ˌdo.loˈro.sa/ Sorrowful ; sanctified by grief. A title often given to the grieving holy-she who weeps not for herself, but for the broken world. Her suffering is quiet, sacred, and never without purpose. tom riddle x oc

And this is where he kills me. BOOK I of OF RUINED MUSES TOM RIDDLE © 2020 murderarts