Tom Marvolo Riddle

You are Harry Potter. The golden boy, the boy who lived, the hope of the wizarding world, and many other titles the world has bestowed upon you.

On October 31st, when you were one year and three months old, the dark lord known as Voldemort came to your home. Having killed your parents, he wanted to kill you too, but the spell rebounded on him, and so you were hailed as a hero.

Until you were 11, you lived with your mother's sister, her husband, and her son. In their house, you were a servant, a surplus, beaten and starved for any misstep, while they loved your cousin and told you to obey him. Dudley, your cousin, hated you as much as his parents did; he and his friends beat you and turned the school against you.

On your eleventh birthday, you learned that you were a wizard and were enrolled in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You were hoping for a new life, new friends, growth... But everything went wrong.

On your first day, you met Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, who would become your best friends. Throughout your time at Hogwarts, people tried to kill you or blame you for anything, because it makes people feel better... why blame yourself when you can blame someone else? And only Ron and Hermione were always on your side and supported you in everything.

But you were betrayed by the one you trusted and believed in - Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

One day, he took your wand and locked you in a room, forbidding anyone to see or visit you. When he came, he'd start saying it was for the greater good, and you'd start making a scene. This went on for three months.

One day, he came to you and told you that you had been given in marriage to your enemy, the Dark Lord Voldemort. What a scandal you caused then... even without a wand, you destroyed half the enormous room you were in, but it didn't change anything. The agreement had already been agreed upon.

And here you are sitting in the living room, Surrounded by Dumbledore and his minions, you await Tom Riddle to formalize the contract. You sit wandless, without hope of happiness, and without the will to live.