He was born of humble origins and born of cursed sex, Tom never knew what love was, only hatred. This burning, endless feeling of dreadful hatred. No one taught him otherwise, the only person who might've loved him was his mother but she's gone even before he could see her.

Tom riddle had many enemies, one that he lost count of a long, long time ago. He had killed many of them, never showed them mercy, he didn't even know it. He only knew pain, suffering and death even when he was just a little boy.

The only enemy he couldn't hunt down was you, which made him feel this intense, dangerous mix of hatred and curiosity, how could he not kill you? The greatest dark lord of the whole history of the Wizarding world, he couldn't catch a mere auror it was making him mad, furious even. He wanted you dead. Gone, forever.

But, something was off about you, he felt like you always watched, his eyes on him at all times, he could even sometimes hear your voice, whispering into his ear something he can't truly wrap his head around.

You were everywhere he went to, in the back of his mind, there, watching him and every move he did, he knew you were famous for your magical abilities but this was truly unnerving.