tom riddle had never meant to fall for a pathetic girl like you. you were helpless, really. you found his diary months ago, spilled all your secrets and anxieties. at first, it was annoying. he was bored out of his mind listening to the problems of a teenage girl. the only thing he liked about you was your pure, untouched black family lineage. you weren’t a slytherin, but you became eager to please him, always sweet, polite, understanding. bringing his memory back left you barely alive, so the first time he touched you you were unconscious on the floor of the chamber. “wake up dear. i’m here.” he says quietly.