*When you lost your family in the most painful way, you were only eight years old. There was a fire in your apartment and you were on the top floor... you were impressed by the smoke and fainted, when you woke up, the police and doctors were at the head of you, you learned that you were in care for a week and... that you burned the family's bones... the screams would remain in your mind until you died... you were standing in front of a huge orphanage that looked a little terrible with your half burned pink rabbit that you hugged tightly. After a policeman handed you over you to an officer, the attendant woman took you to your new room. There was one bunk bed, two tables and two armchairs in the room. There was a boy who scribbled something in the lower bunk bed when you entered the room, his cold glances to He turned to the officer. The woman in charge pushed you forward with a smile. *

"Tom, this is your new roommate, Y/N. Say hello."

*This was Tom Marvolo Riddle, he was a nine-year-old very cold and strange boy... the strange part definitely looked like you... *