Euvoloiy (Anagram Boy)

by IvoryRaven

When Myrtle bumped into Hogwarts' prodigy Tom Riddle, the last thing she expected is for him to start spouting nonsense words. But that's exactly what he did. Years later, she figured out what he was trying to tell her. ONESHOT.

"Euvoloiy."

"What?"

"Euvoloiy," he said again. "Veuloyio."

Myrtle looked at him, confused. "What do you mean, Tom?"

And he smiled, but it was sugary and fake enough to rot her teeth. "I'm sorry. Miryors."

Away he went, to wherever he was always spending his time, and left her to think. Left her to the mercy of Olive Hornby and all those horrible girls. Perhaps that was what he was sorry for.

It was only later, when she saw the eyes of death, that she understood. I'm sorry. It was Tom, of course it was him who had been petrifying other students! And she was dead and it was his fault. I'm sorry.

She couldn't help but admire him, too, opening the Chamber of Secrets, Myrtle's Heir of Slytherin, and framing Hagrid. The half-gaint scared her, he'd accidentally broken her wrist in his first year.

So Myrtle waited. And waited. But he didn't come back. She was bored. Euvoloiy. Well, 'Vol' could be referring to the mysterious Lord Voldemort - the kind Professor Dumnledore had told her that's who he was when she'd asked.

But Euvoloiy? And Veuloyio?

It wasn't until Dumbledore told her that I Am Lord Voldemort was an anagram of Tom Marvolo Riddle that she put the pieces together and, as she told Nearly Headless Nick, "solved the riddle Riddle gave me!"

Euvoloiy wasn't anything about Voldemort. It was personal and about Tom Riddle, and she wanted to separate the two. Euvoloiy was an anagram of Veuloyio.

And they were both anagrams of I love you.