"tell me potter, is that all i am to you?"
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they/she pronouns will be used:)
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y/n l/n, starting their fourth year at hogwarts. shortly after becoming close friends with ron weasley, they got introduced to hermione jean gran...
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i shove the potions book i found under my pillow before heading to dumbledores office. i don't mind that he's been pulling me away every so often, it helped me avoid y/n and ginny, if y/n would at least let me explain myself everything would be better. i push open the door to his office
"i see you got my message" he said not turning back to make eye contact
"yes sir"
"enjoying classes? especially potions? slughorn is beyond impressed"
"it's nothing extraordinary"
i wasn't kidding, the book had scribbles and notes all over it, giving answers to make the perfect potions, owned by someone by the name of half blood prince
"you must be wondering why i asked you here" dumbledore said walking towards a large shelf, filled with small vials, he pulls a vial out before stepping towards me
"what these are, are memories, in this case, belonging to one individual. lord voldemort, or back then, tom riddle. this one in particular, the first day i met him, if you'd like to see"
i nodded and we walked over to the memory pensive, i poured it in and dipped my head in
wools orphanage
"i must admit mr dumbledore, upon receiving your letter i was sparked with confusion. in all these years toms been here, he has not had one visitor" a tired looking lady said as she led a somewhat younger dumbledore
they approached a door and the lady lowered her voice "there's been some, incidents with others, so just be aware" she slowly opened the door "tom, you have a visitor"
inside the room was a small boy sitting at a desk, tom
"how are you tom?" dumbledore asks as he stepped into the room, the boy didn't answer, instead stared out the window
dumbledore ran his fingers across a wardrobe in the corner of the room
"don't." the little boy finally spoke
dumbledore turned his head at the boy who was still staring at the rain trickling down the window, he took a seat on the bed and the boy turned in his seat to face him
"you're a doctor aren't you" he asked in a monotone voice
"no, im a professor"
"i don't believe you" the boy snapped "they want me to get help, they say i'm different"
"perhaps you are"
"i'm not mad"
"hogwarts isn't a place for mad people, it's a school, school of magic" dumbledore explained
