In His Image ── Tom Riddle.
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"TO LOVE HIM WAS TO
BECOME IN HIS IMAGE, NOT
A WORSHIPPER BUT A TWIN FLAME."
Merope Eloween Potter is the eldest daughter of Lily and James Potter, and the older sister of Harry. Also known as the girl who survived, Merope holds this title for reasons far different ── and far darker ── than her brother's, reasons no one truly understands until the very end.
What no one can deny is the unsettling resemblance between Merope and Tom Riddle ── not just in appearance, but in mind, in ambition, in the eerie stillness behind their eyes. That silent, inevitable connection shapes everything she becomes.
And one day, fate, in all its cruel irony, brings Merope face-to-face with Tom Riddle ── the man who murdered her parents and the greatest enemy of her little brother. And from that moment on, nothing is ever the same.
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