Somewhere, deep down, she believed that there was still that lost boy that she had known, screaming out for love. If she could prove that to him, that she could love him, despite what he had become, maybe the wizarding world would be saved.

Amiria blushed at his somewhat flirtatious remark. “I’m wondering if you could help me.” “Certainly,” the boy said charmingly. “Tom Riddle at your service.”

Okay, I haven’t screwed up yet. Just don’t focus on everyone watching, focus on Tom. Just look at Tom.

"What are you doing?"
"Kissing you..."

"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that you got a second chance to help Tom..."

"What'd I ever do to you?!"
“I guess you missed the list.  Let’s see... You’re the most feared wizard in all of Britain, you’ve killed endlessly, you killed my parents and you tried to kill me and gave me a scar and a legacy I didn’t want!"

"You know what I think, Tom?"
"I'm sure you'll tell me."
"I don't think you could torture or kill me even if you wanted to.  Despite what you say, I think you really do care..."

"All my life was a struggle.  I lived in complete darkness... Until you, Amiria.  You showed me light.  You shone through my temper and my selfish goal.  I would do anything for you.  You know that, don't you?"

“I love her.”
“I very much suspected that you did for you could never hurt her.  You would’ve hurt all of your friends in an instant if they’d said anything wrong, but  I could never imagine you ever being able to strike out at her in anger.”

Hermione, we made it. Tom was amazing and I very much suspect that we will be engaged within the next week or so. We miss you and Draco and we will always remember you. Thank you for everything you did for us.
Love, Amiria Claire Caruthers