" Harry, whether you believe it or not, at one time there was a chance where I thought Tom Riddle would of given up the Dark Arts" the messy, raven haired boy stared at his headmaster, the professor had a dazed look in his eyes like he was remembering something from long ago. " What do you mean?" the boy asked, from the pain that swept across the headmaster's face he knew that it was something big, and pained him to talk about. " Everyone claims that Tom Riddle could never love anyone, but it wasn't because of who he was but because his heart lied in one person's hands and one person only."
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