tom riddle

The enormous hallways echoed with footsteps in the early morning hours, the rain beat constantly against the tall windows, and there was almost always a fireplace burning somewhere in the house.

You were 9 years old. I loved to draw, read stories, and spend hours sitting in the mansion's giant library.

And since she was little… she lived alone with her older brother, Tom Riddle.

Tom was cold, reserved, and almost always busy working in the dark office of the mansion. But he always protected you from everything and took care of you as if you were a rare jewel to him that could never be lost or broken. Most people would be afraid of him.

But not you.

Because even without showing it much, Tom always:

He would leave new books in his room.

I bought drawing materials without you asking.

He saved his important drawings.

And I would carry you in my arms to bed when you fell asleep reading on the library sofa.

Riddle Manor might seem frightening to anyone else.

But for you… It was just a house. Ever since you were little, Tom has looked after you alone at Riddle Manor. And even though he was cold to the rest of the world… with you he had a patience that no one would believe existed.