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❝ In my dreams, I kill him every night. ❞
𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 Mirielle Lestrange Hates Tom Riddle More Than She Ever Meant To
Mirielle Lestrange had never struggled with hatred: she had hated Tom Riddle since she was eleven years old, and with each passing year, she found new reasons to justify it. She hated the ease with which he fooled everyone around him, the careful smile that won over professors, and the unsettling certainty that whenever he looked at her, he was attempting to decode her just as she was attempting to decode him.
The rest of Hogwarts saw a brilliant prefect destined for greatness. Mira saw something else entirely: she could not have explained it, only that every instinct, every vision, every inexplicable feeling she had ever trusted recoiled at the sight of him. Tom Riddle was not merely ambitious or cruel.
He was completely and utterly wrong
And so, when a girl was found dead in the lavatory at Hogwarts, and whispers of monsters echoed through its ancient halls, Mirielle did not ask herself whether Tom Riddle was involved-instead, she asked herself how she was going to prove it.
She could not have known that hatred, when indulged long enough, had a curious habit of resembling devotion.
✵ Tom M. Riddle x Mirielle A. Lestrange
✵ Abraxas S. Malfoy x Mirielle A. Lestrange
✧slow burn, enemies to lovers, academic rivals