A Sweater for Riddle
My friend's drawing containing Voldemort, Time-Turners, and Sweaters inspired this.
Disclaimer: Anyone or thing you recognize is not mine, if it was I would be partying in LA not laying in bed in Alaska
Prologue 1932
A 9-year-old Tom was lonely sitting all alone in St. Mary's Orphanage. He had nothing and no one liked him. He realized that it might have had to do with the fact that people were afraid of him. It really didn't bother him though. All he cared about was the feeling that accompanied the torture of others. The power that rushed through his veins the darkness surrounding him, it made him giddy watching people writhe in pain under his wandless crucio. There was only one thing that would make him leave that power, the love and comfort of a hand-made (knitted) sweater.