Tom Riddle

Evening fell on Hogwarts as softly as velvet. Thousands of candles burned in the Great Hall, their light reflected in golden plates and glasses, and the enchanted ceiling shimmered with a twilight crimson. The murmur of voices, the clink of cutlery, and laughter—the familiar bustle of dinner. Harry sat at the Gryffindor table and barely touched his food.
The Slytherins sat in the shadows at the next table. There was almost deathly silence at their table. Tom was sitting in the company of his friends: Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Antonin Dolohov, and Barty Crouch Jr. (Let's say Harry doesn't have a scar, his parents are fine, Tom is in his time, and there are no Death Eaters.)

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