one-shot
/ˈ𝓌ʌ𝓃ʃɒ𝓉/
𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 INFORMAL • NORTH AMERICAN
achieved with a single attempt or action.
"there is no one-shot solution to the problem"
> done, produced, or occurring only once.
"a one-shot deal"
┻━┻ ︵ ＼( °□° )／ ︵...
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Year 2 (13y.o): A Fateful Encounter
The halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were filled with whispers and hushed conversations as news spread of the enigmatic Y/n Claverdon's arrival. Y/n possessed an uncanny ability to see the good in everyone, and her radiant spirit was the only light capable of penetrating the darkness that clouded the corridors. Little did she know that her path would soon intertwine with that of the notorious Tom Riddle, the young prodigy harboring a sinister ambition.
"Such a majestic person, so much light for a small creature." The shorting hat claims. Y/n keeps her smile on, not wavering once. "So much... will it stay there forever?" She frowned at the question, not replying to the magical item as she knew that it was in her head that she'd been questioning.
It's only her first day transferred, and she would rather not be labeled crazy.
"Slytherin!"
Year 3 (14y.o): Opposite Attraction
During Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Y/n unintentionally captured Tom Riddle's attention. They got into a public debate as requested by Professor Slughorn, who wanted to see the viewpoint of diverse humans to him. She eloquently argued for love and compassion, contrasting starkly with his belief in power and dominance. Yet, his mind was captivated by the paradox of her grace and kindness in a world plagued by darkness. Intrigued and somewhat attracted to the uncharted territory of her influence, Tom approached her after class.
"Y/n was it?" A dark tone voice called out to her. Glancing over her shoulder, she halts as Tom stands before her. Waiting, as if inviting her into his presence. Giving a quick farewell to her friend, she saw no harm in a few seconds or minutes with the boy before her.
"And Tom Riddle, you are." / "I must be famous to not need an introduction." his comment made a smile beam on her face as she giggled at his slight humor. "What is it that I earn such a famous person's presence?"
Year 4 (15y.o): The Dance of Shadows
Rumors were everywhere. People talked. She knew who she was now involving herself with. Especially when Dumbledore himself took it upon himself to warn her. Why would she stop just there? Y/n embarked on her mission to redeem Tom Riddle, to ignite the dormant goodness within him. She knew the risk involved but was determined to save him from his own darkness. Each day, she committed herself to planting seeds of empathy and compassion in Tom's soul. However, as she delved deeper into his twisted psyche, she found herself slowly succumbing to the allure of the shadows that consumed him. The lines between good and evil started to blur.
"Y/n, darling? Where are you?" Tom's eyes wander in the common room of Slytherin's headquarters. "Darling? That's a new name to add to the list." her voice imminently got his attention as he easily snapped his head in her direction.
