Until We Remember

Stripped of magic, bound to the life of a Muggle, Tom Riddle is left with nothing but the shadow of a name and the hollow ache of something - someone - he cannot remember.

Until her.

The girl who knew his name before either of them could speak it. The girl whose presence feels like memory, though neither of them recall why.

Drawn together in a world at war, their bond deepens - tender, magnetic, inevitable. But beneath the snow-dimmed streets of London, something older stirs: flickers of frost, whispers in the dark, shadows that shift when no one moves them.

He tells himself it is coincidence. He tells himself it is madness. But deep down, he knows the truth: Some things cannot be buried and some loves cannot be forgotten.
Not even by time.