A.N. — I wanted to do someone Dark after an Order member. Instead, I wrote a cad who was hard done by. I'm also keeping him far away from his son's or wife's drabbles. Those two will close out the collection come year's end.
78. Tom Riddle Sr.
When Tom regained his senses, he was horrified to discover himself in bed with someone he vaguely recalled lived in the hovel just outside Little Hangleton. She was looking at Tom rapturously; he was struggling to maintain his composure and not start verbally and bodily lambasting the woman. There was a simple ring on his finger, and a dreadful feeling settling into his gut. How he'd gotten in this predicament was unclear. What was plain, though, was he wanted no part of this "life" he'd been roped into. He didn't know the woman from Eve, nor did he want to.