Chapter One: Of Fickle Time Traveling and A nondeveloped sociopahic brat
Being rebirthed after saving a group of toddlers from being shot was alarming.
Realizing what world she was rebirthed in was shocking.
Noticing the year was terrifying.
Having been dropped off at one familiar 'Wool's Orphanage' was frightening.
Being roomed with the future raging lunatic that would cause two wars was nothing in short but distressing and Rhonwen Graveline was nothing short of teary eyed as she tried to sleep next to the body that could probably turn around and choke her with her own pillow if he was as intelligent as she thought.
To her luck, she thought bitterly to herself about the nonexistent concept (because Rhonwen highly doubted that she even had such a thing like luck if she was sent back so far and to another world), as soon as the matron put the 8 month little girl down and left the room, Tom Riddle rolled over and stared at her with such an intense look that she couldn't help but find herself studying his eyes. They were dark brown and reminds her of a dark chocolate. It was rather ironic because like dark chocolate, Tom Riddle was a bitter little shit and many people disliked the taste. Rather than feeling at ease, Rhonwen felt as if she were walking the line. One wrong move, one flutter of an eyelash and this 8 month (or however old he was) baby would try to decapitate her small little soul during her sleep.
This went on for a few minutes, with him studying her appearance and her studying him as well before he blew some air from his lips (landing in her face as she scrunched it unwillingly) and went to sleep once more.
Rhonwen swallowed the spittle in her mouth and clenched tight the sheet in her hand because holy fuck did Tom Riddle just accept her into his little baby pack and if he did than what the fuck was her rank because she was damn well not an omega.
She contemplated this concept once more before feeling her eyes droop heavily, finally succumbing to sleep. Her thoughts could dedicate themselves to Tom Riddles baby gang later, when she was energized and well fed.
The next morning, however, she was absolutely sure Tom Riddle did not like her as he went so far as to shove her up against the crib wall with his feet and hog the blankets. Somehow, the little girl had stayed asleep during the whole thing but she felt her irritation level rise as she glared evilly at the stoic baby in front of her with a certain amount of smugness.
It was SO on.