Our Fate in the Constellations | Tom Riddle
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Last published Sat, Apr 11, 2026
-"He looked at me like I was the night sky beautiful, infinite and entirely his to conquer."-
In 1943 Evelina Nova transfers to Hogwarts from her school Accademia Astralis in the south of Italy to complete a task she's been delegated to change Young Tom Riddle from his psychopathic ways.
Will she be Successful in her Task?
(Current work in progress.)
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