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Tom Riddle happily chased after his friend, Hadrian. Hadrian was five years older - he was going to be ten! - but he only played with Tom. He was Tom's only friend and he liked to make sure that Tom knew more than the other children. He bought Tom a dictionary and gave him sweets when he did well in his classes. Tom liked Hadrian more than anything in the world. Even the talking snakes in the bushes by the park down the road.

Hadrian was holding his hand like normal. "You did good today, Tom."

Tom beamed, happy that Hadrian knew and that he was pleased with him.

"I think you deserve a surprise."

Tom was practically bouncing, he was so excited. "What is it?"

Hadrian pulled him over to a tree off to the side of the orphanage's yard. When they were seated, Hadrian held up a hand. "I saw you do something the other day and I recognized it, because I can do it too." In Hadrian's open palm, rested a rose bud. Slowly, before Tom's eyes, it began to grow and grow until a beautiful, red rose rested across Hadrian's fingertips.

"You made the grass grow the other day and at first I thought I was imagining it, but then I realized... you're like me."

Tom took the rose carefully, making sure that he didn't accidentally squish it in his hands. "What did you do?"

"I wanted it to grow and it did. When you walked in the garden last week, you made a comment about there being nothing to pluck and I noticed that after every step you took, grass would grow."

Tom gasped, "Really?"

Hadrian was nodding, "Yes. I remember my mom could do similar things when I was your age. She used to tell me, 'You're special, Harry. So special.'. So I'm telling you that you are special, Tom. So special and smart and amazing. Don't ever let those bullies tell you otherwise. You are important and those who try to tear you down aren't worth your attention. They are worthless. They are nothing."

Tom listened, enraptured because Hadrian was saying these things.

Tom threw himself at his friend, wrapping small, pale arms around the older boy's shoulders. "I love you, Hadrian!"

"And I you, Tom. And I you."


It had been sudden.

A little after Hadrian's eleventh birthday, he and Tom were walking across the street on their way to the park, when a loud noise caught their attention.

"No!" Hadrian's voice yelled out.

Tom found himself sprawled on the ground as a loud noise caught his attention. Looking around, he saw something black falling from the sky.

There were screams all around him as it landed and Tom realized what it was.

Hadrian.

Ignore his bleeding knees, Tom got up and rushed over to Hadrian, who had somehow fallen from the sky.

"Harry!"

Red. Blood. Hadrian's head was bleeding.

Tom's eyes began to sting and his nose burned. Someone was pulling on the back of his shirt, but he was clutching Hadrian's hand too hard to be moved.

"Harry!" he cried again.

Hadrian's amazing, green eyes opened slightly, the blood oozing from them like strange tears. "Tom," he said softly.

"Harry, how do I fix you?!"

"I... don't think you can."

He can't be fixed?

He was... dying?

"Tom, I'm sorry... I don't think I can move... no, I can't."

"Harry, you have to get better, you can't... leave me. You can't!"

The pulling on Tom's shirt became insistent and more hands joined in. He fought to stay by Hadrian's side, kicking the nearest person as hard as he could.

"Tom." Hadrian's voice was too low, too soft. His eyes were searching for Tom, but it was like he couldn't see Tom.

"Tom, I'm not leaving for good."

"But-"

"I'll always come back to you."


The pulling became too much and Tom was hauled away from his bleeding friend, crying and screaming to be let go.

Mrs. Cole, the matron of the orphanage, was informed of what happened when a constable brought Tom back to Wool's.

Hadrian had been hit by an automobile. He had pushed Tom out of the way. Tom had clung to Hadrian as people tried to get him away from the 'gruesome scene'.

Tom paced his room with worry.

What happened to Hadrian?

How long would it take?

He glanced out the window for the umpteenth time, seeing the very same constable walking up the walk way.

Leaving the room, Tom slipped quickly and quietly down the stairs. Mrs. Cole was at the door, her hand pressed to her chest.

"Nothing could be done for him but to make his passing easier," Tom had heard the man say.

'Nothing could be done.'

'Make his passing easier.'

Hadrian.


The bullies that had always been scared because of Hadrian, came at him in droves. They laughed, they poked, one locked him in the cellar.

Tom hated them.

He was better than them. He was special. Hadrian had said so.

They were the worthless ones.

They didn't deserve to exist.

Tom glared, because he wasn't going to stand by and let this continue.

They'd learn why they shouldn't have messed with Tom Marvolo Riddle.

For Hadrian's sake, Tom would make them all suffer.


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