Riddle // a Tom Riddle Story

Riddle // a Tom Riddle Story

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Wizarding World: Harry Potter
"You're a riddle, but riddles are meant to be solved." This Riddle was more than a Riddle. It couldn't be solved in a million years. The odd thing about this magic Riddle, It hated, rotated, and had no fears. A bright Melody soon came along, Trying to solve the Riddle. Yet the seal was way too strong, And with it, it started to diddle. The Melody sang it's beautiful song. But fright and terror soon came along. Both fused into a distant pearl. It all came down to a boy and a girl. -Flora (me) Melody had made it to her sixth year at Hogwarts with outstanding grades and talent. The last thing she needed was a distraction yet she couldn't rid herself of this one. Tom Riddle, a Slytherin boy, had acted suspicious. So the attention her academics should be getting, Riddle received instead. Don't judge a book by its views. #1 in fanfiction in my heart
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He had achieved almost everything he had wanted. He had power and he was immortal. And yet, there were a few things he hadn't achieved. He had not been able to get rid of his fear of defeat. And he had not been able to forget what had happened that fateful night fifteen years ago. If you asked him whether he has rued what happened that night, he would tell you that there's no room for repentance or contrition where there's not even a conscience. Yet he would tell you that although he felt no remorse that did not mean he did not regret. Sometimes you only know what you've had when you lose it. Sometimes it needs loss to inspire perception. Sometimes you need a second chance. And sometimes you get it. ********** This is the sequel to my story "Poison", and I guess it's necessary to have read "Poison" for "Perception" to make sense, so please feel invited to read "Poison" first if you haven't done so yet ;-)

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