Tom Riddle, eldest son to Voldemort, older brother to Mattheo, was a rather detached person. Cold, emotionless, cunning. But that was far from the truth. Tom had raised Mattheo on his own, motherless, a horrible father, and a horrible society. He was, in reality, a kind, caring boy, just with a fucked up mindset, and life.

He sat on his bed, rather upset, fighting back tears. Why? Because kids had been calling him slurs and other derogatory things. Normally, he wouldn't care, but on the inside, it was tearing him to shreds. He had a bloodied knife on his bed, not even attempting to cover what he had done.