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A Hint of Normalcy (Tom Riddle)

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Ah, yes, the life of Tom Riddle, what an extraordinary life he lived. Whether good or bad all can agree that it was far from normal. From the moment he was conceived to the moment he last breathed, his life was a mess.
He was born of a love potions loveless union
Rendering him almost unable to feel the most basic of things
His life went on chaotic and strange
Nothing around him granting any satisfaction
Except the thrill that came
With making people afraid
And he grew 
Into a weird snake man 
that made everyone think "eww"

He would always be evil 
But perhaps there was room for joy 
If only he could find
A something
A something better than fear
Worth more than power
Well, there is a something
But it's not really a something so much as a someone 
that someone is Lilith Umber
And she's bloody annoying

But despite both their flaws maybe
Just maybe 
May two crazies find a hint of normalcy
In each other.



The story is mine but majority of the characters belong to Rowling

*story started August 19, 2020*All Rights Reserved

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