Tom Riddle

Harry was fed up with it all. Literally, with everything. Dumbledore and his common good. His supposed friends, who constantly dragged him on deadly adventures. And society, which one moment loved him to the point of cult worship, and the next called him mad and the next Dark Lord to replace Voldemort. And Harry was completely fed up with it. The only people he had left in touch with were Luna Lovegood and her father, Xenophilius. They were unusual, but Harry liked them, and Luna had become like a sister to him. So what did he do, you ask? I'll answer: he fled to another country. Why stay where you're not appreciated? That's right, there's no point.

What was the Dark Lord doing? Tom Marvalo Riddle had regained his magnificent appearance and mind. Locks of chestnut hair appeared on his head, his eyes had changed from scarlet to burgundy, his skin had gone from white to aristocratic, his features were magnificent, and he himself seemed like a King, or rather, an Emperor, such was the majesty he radiated. Back to Harry. He visited several countries and settled in Italy, a beautiful country with stunning beauty. By pure chance, Tom had come to Italy to secure a very lucrative contract, and he'd completely forgotten about Potter. He didn't discount Potter's accomplishments, but he was an eighty-year-old man disguised as a twenty-five-year-old, and Harry, who had only recently turned twenty, clearly understood that Potter couldn't defeat him, especially when he was in his right mind, so he pushed those thoughts aside, but it wasn't to be...

One day, Tom decided to go for a walk to see the beautiful views of Italy, but his time was interrupted because someone crashed into him.

That same day, Harry decided to go for a walk, but he didn’t expect to run into Dumbledore’s people, and ran as fast as he could, trying to escape pursuit, but, distracted, he bumped into someone and mechanically apologized, but their eyes met, and understanding settled in them.