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heir2slytherinTitle / Prompt: Jan 07 - "Dreams come true. Without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them." --John Updike
Character: Tom Riddle, the boy who becomes Voldemort
Warnings: au-ness
Pairings: Tom/AU!Blaise
Your character's fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 257 per PocketWord
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Riddle -- if I did, he'd have decent motivations.
Crossposted tolicenseartistic
Tom never had anyone when he was younger. Even the other children at the orphanage treated him like an outsider, a freak, someone to fear or ridicule. He had no family, no one to care for him beyond the bare minimum the matron and other workers provided. And he managed to convince himself that this was just the way he liked it.
He didn't need anyone else -- needing people just made one weak, made one rely upon other people who could not be relied on, because they were weak, or liars, or out for themselves. And so, even when he was at Hogwarts, he kept himself aloof and apart, so certain of his own abilities and powers that he knew he could take care of himself.
Except that he would dream, on those dark lonely nights, of someone to hold him. Someone to soothe him when the lightning crashed and his mind fled back to those terrifying nights in London, cowering in the basement shelter away from the bombs. He would dream of someone's arms wrapped tight around him, a soft voice soothing and calming until he fell asleep, safe and protected.
But he did not dare believe these dreams -- he could not show any weakness around the others. He was too painfully aware of how quickly they would turn on him if they sensed a chink in his armour. He convinced himself that it was merely a fantasy -- until the day a cigarette ash burned him through his diary, and he met Blaise.
Character: Tom Riddle, the boy who becomes Voldemort
Warnings: au-ness
Pairings: Tom/AU!Blaise
Your character's fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 257 per PocketWord
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Riddle -- if I did, he'd have decent motivations.
Crossposted to
licenseartisticTom never had anyone when he was younger. Even the other children at the orphanage treated him like an outsider, a freak, someone to fear or ridicule. He had no family, no one to care for him beyond the bare minimum the matron and other workers provided. And he managed to convince himself that this was just the way he liked it.
He didn't need anyone else -- needing people just made one weak, made one rely upon other people who could not be relied on, because they were weak, or liars, or out for themselves. And so, even when he was at Hogwarts, he kept himself aloof and apart, so certain of his own abilities and powers that he knew he could take care of himself.
Except that he would dream, on those dark lonely nights, of someone to hold him. Someone to soothe him when the lightning crashed and his mind fled back to those terrifying nights in London, cowering in the basement shelter away from the bombs. He would dream of someone's arms wrapped tight around him, a soft voice soothing and calming until he fell asleep, safe and protected.
But he did not dare believe these dreams -- he could not show any weakness around the others. He was too painfully aware of how quickly they would turn on him if they sensed a chink in his armour. He convinced himself that it was merely a fantasy -- until the day a cigarette ash burned him through his diary, and he met Blaise.
