Wool's Orphanage, Autumn, 1934, Y/N
What Y/N saw was simultaneous. In that single immense, instant, she saw the millions of stars that fill the darkness and the stories that the stars predict, both delightful and awful, but not one of them played out at the same point in space. It played without any overlapping or transparency.
Mere entering the mind of celestial or spiritual beings is impossible, even for a skilled and talented Legilimen, yet Y/N managed to enter Siri's mind on the first try and broke Siri's Occlumency on the second.
When she realised this movement through the mists was an illusion created by the dizzying world it bounded, she knew it was time to exit.
Y/N's head cooled to the night breeze as she closed her eyes to readjust to reality.
"You're not a born Legilimen like your grandmother, yet, you were able to master the skill most can't even achieve trying their whole life, my lady!" Siri exclaimed, to which Y/N only softly smirked. "Your mother was a born weather manipulator...but I'm still yet to identify your born skill."
"Push me harder, you just might know," Y/N spoke sternly. Now tasting the power and emotions gained from learning new things, Y/N became knowledge-hungry and she did not want to stop.
"It's my honour."
Y/N closed the windows and made her way to her bed. She closed her eyes as she awaited Ms. Cole to check up on each child and after that, Tom would make his way over to join her. But today would be different.
Tom said something about wanting something from Billy so he said would be approximately "70-80 minutes late," and sometimes Y/N would mess with his annoyingly precise timings by replying with;
"so 70-80 minutes starting from when you finished the sentence or when you exit the door?" Leaving Tom dumbfounded and he would say;
"it doesn't matter, it's only a second of a difference." And Y/N would reply;
"but we just spent 30 seconds discussing this, so if—" and before Y/N finishes, Tom would threateningly dash at Y/N, his loud stomp of his foot would send Y/N laughing as she hides under the blanket for defence.
And that was exactly what happened 40 minutes ago.
Y/N hugged her blanket tighter as she caught herself smiling replaying their interaction in her head...but with that recognition, came the realisation of reality.
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The Monsters in Our Heads || Tom Riddle x Reader
Fanfiction...these contents are not for the faint-hearted. Tom Riddle didn't like to believe that there was a god, that there was someone more powerful than he is no matter how hard he tried. He didn't like how one's power was limited to where one was born...
