Tom's brow furrowed as he perused the letter from Hogwarts, the child by his side wandering through the bustling expanse of Diagon Alley.

He had not anticipated the myriad complexities that would arise from the slaying of the Potter family, nor the implications of claiming the child as his own.

This surviving child was indeed a boon—a pawn in his grand game—yet the extensive time and resources required to ready him for the enchanted halls of Hogwarts proved taxing.

With a weary sigh, he turned to you, their hands entwined. "Now we must procure you a wand," he declared, a heavy weight nestled in the corners of his voice, hinting at the burdensome path that lay ahead.