All The Things We Were Given

A coming of age Tom Riddle fanfiction. All rights reserved to original owners.

Money makes the world, go around.

In New York, money matters. You don't. At the end of the day, what matters is how much you make and how quickly you can make it. Rent does not wait for your moment of shining.

The same is true across everywhere on the globe.

Nessa Viscounti is the ripe example of a born rich girl. But, she had a lot that is expected of her, doesn't she? People hate her family, people love them just as much. Living in an underworld, in a time of facist politics and society, how do you stay in the middle?

Going to Hogwarts is a terrifying escape. Especially when the terror meets your gaze from across the platform, and he's the only one who does not look frightened, or with those spiral eyed gaze that many in the world, especially Europe, had.

Do you pray on the weak, too?

Or, is it only my country?