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Tom hated when his mind healer was right, despised it really. Especially since this led to him standing outside Wool's Orphanage looking for closure of all things in the miserable building. He's seen the ruins of the old church, took a vindictive pleasure in seeing it as nothing more than overgrown rubble. And now he goes inside, revisiting the horrid attic and his old room. Where, quite unexpectedly, he found a boy; a wizard actually, who reminds him far too much of himself.
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Powerful wizard. Black, neatly styled hair. Brown, slightly reddish eyes in cases of extreme emotion. Important. Tall with nimble hands. Well styled and neat for professionalism. Sophisticated speech befitting of a Pureblood. Intelligent and cunning. Has a tendency for the dramatic. Slightly narcissistic.
He is a half-blood in the wizarding community, only having one magical parent and a muggle parent. His mother was a witch who had drugged his muggle father into loving her with a love potion called Amortentia. His gather wanted nothing to due with him and his mother died giving birth to him, resulting in him being raised in an orphanage. One of his ancestors, on his mother's side, was Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. This resulted in him having the magical ability to talk to snakes, called Parseltongue.
Tom Riddle had a tragic past as an orphan during World War 2. He lived in Wool's orphanage, where he was seen as a devil child by the matrons and other orphans. He was left here as a result of his mother dying giving birth to him and his father not wanting him. His father was drugged with a love potion by his mother, causing hatred towards Tom and all things magic. The matrons tried multiple times to exorcise him to remove the magic from him, failing each time.
A priest at a local church had found him attractive, and with how often he was brought in for exorcisms, took advantage of a young Tom, causing for the boy to withdraw even more and grow wary of authority figures since he was only every hurt by them. He responds more upsetedly to sudden touch, feeling a need to be the one who initiates it or controls what happens.
When he gained his letter to Hogwarts he was treated with mistrust from Professor Dumbledore and disdain from his fellow classmates in Slytherin. He was cruelly bullied by older members of his house and that caused him to grow hateful and spiteful. Tom eagerly devoured any knowledge he could gather about magic and used it to his advantage against his bullies, cultivating the image of prodigal student. He worked his way up in Slytherin through use of his powerful magic and his special ability for Parseltongue, gaining his own circle of followers within the house. He borrowed books from his classmates to study the Dark Arts and mimicked their high blood, noble way of speaking. He is the Head Boy at Hogwarts during his seventh year there, taking the role seriously so that he could continue to work his way up through life and become a well-known figure.
After his graduation from Hogwarts he quickly worked his way up in the Ministry of Magic, becoming the youngest Minister at the young age of 22. His carefully crafted persona as Minister is someone intelligent and sophisticated, stern but not necessarily unkind, and prominently charming. Beneath the surface he is a roaring monster, constantly on the search for more power and prestige. He is constantly scheming within the privacy of his own thoughts and he's reluctant to reveal his own hand to potential threats. His greatest fear is his own death and he searches relentlessly for a way to gain immortality.
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'You need closure, if you ever wish to truly move on from it. Occluding can only do so much.' The words of his wretched mind healer echo in Tom's head like a particularly persistant gnat; buzzing to and fro his thoughts and catching his attention in the midst of silence. He glowers at the sign to Wool's Orphanage, knowing no one can see him beneath his Disillusionment Charm.
He hadn't even wanted a mind healer, didn't think it necessary, until too many instances of mental instability and nearly casting a Crucio on a stubborn politician, forced him into considering it. He knew his childhood was full of abuse, though how he despised that word and all the weakness it brought to mind, but he had been strong and cunning enough to outsmart many, if not all, of his old abusers.
So he had reluctantly sought out Mind Healer Hopkins, whom he had swear numerous vows and oaths on top of the typical healer oaths, and slowly began to reveal tidbits of his childhood. Looking back, he had stabilized after those first few mind healing sessions, loathe as he is to admit it.
Even still, he refused Mind Healer Hopkins suggestion for nearly two months before he gave in. He didn't need closure, he far surpassed them in terms of strength and he was the leader of a nation now, not that weak, little boy who was only just learning to control his magic.
Soon, the night terrors had begun again as he went more and more nights without sleep due to his duties as Minister, exhausting his magic and weakening his Occlumency shields. He couldn't take Dreamless sleep lest he become addicted to the potion, and Tom had agreed to give it a try though he was extremely annoyed by the need for it in the first place. As much as he had grown to like and enjoy Mind Healer Hopkins companionship, he still hated admitting he was wrong, especially when the man was so repulsively understanding.
Tom's stalling, he knows this; standing outside the gates of Wool's Orphanage and watching as scruffy, shrieking children run and play. He had already visited the sight of the old church, no more than ruin and rubble after a bomb had landed on it during the war. It had filled him with a sense of vindictive satisfaction to see that it had been overgrown and decayed, no gravestones set out for the priests who had once resided there.
He had hoped that the same state had befallen Wool's Orphanage, but no such luck. So, with a long suffering sigh and a hint of trepidation he would deny to his dying day, Tom strode in, avoiding the children and going straight up to the attic. The locks on the outside were still there and he grimaced, dismissing the urge to melt it entirely as he stepped into the cramped space.
It was just as he remembered it, the dark, damp room had a single circular window that let light in and everything was coated in a thick layer of dust. The entire room smelt of mold and mildew, a steady dripping noise came from the corner as a breeze blew into the drafty attic. He closed the door halfway and his gaze fell on the inside of the thick, oak wood. The back of the door was splintering in places from old scratch marks, some spots stained a dark maroon of dried blood. His hand traced the marks lightly, lips tightly pursed as memories of nights locked in the attic were brought forth. A few looked newer though, new enough that it sent an uncomfortable feeling of unease through his body, and he quickly left the attic and went towards his old room.
Stepping into his old room, it felt like nothing had changed. The bed was a thin, lumpy cot covered in a threadbare and fraying blanket that would do little to keep out the cold. A short wardrobe, consisting of only two drawers, was the only other furniture in the small room and he remembered how the floorboards beneath it were easy to pry up and hide things under.
He stepped further into the room, comparing it to his own bedroom now and felt something settle inside of him at how far he's come from the presumed orphan of his past. Tom turns and stops dead when he sees a boy standing in the doorway and looking right at him, despite his magic concealing him.
The boy looked older than ten but past that it was difficult to tell with how thin and malnourished he looked. The clothes he wore were practically falling apart and his skin was dirty with accumulated dirt and muck. Tom could even feel the boy's magic beneath his skin, no doubt powerful if he was able to see through Tom's Disillusionment Charm. It didn't take long for Tom to come to the conclusion that this room, his old room, belonged to the boy now; it took less time for Tom to start drawing similarities between the boy and Tom's own past self.
Tom never really considered himself an impulsive or overly emotional man, but this day really was testing his limits.
He slowly crouched down so he was closer to the height of the child and let a softer look, not quite a smile, grace his face. "Hello there, I'm assuming this is your room now. The muggles here don't understand you because you're a wizard, do they; they fear you, your magic. I could take you away from here, bring you home with me, if you'd like?"
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