A/N: I'm honestly not happy with this chapter, I feel like I could have done a better job organizing the events, but for college reasons, I don't have the time for this, sorry.
The first part is pure crappy porn, so if you don't like this kind of stuff, you can skip to the '' things changed after that night''.
Everything went hazy after Harry accepted the invitation of Riddle's outstretched hand.
Tom pressed her against the door, kissing the girl as if someone could take her from him at any moment. Tom opened Harriet's lips with his own, sucking on her tongue in a way that made her moan wantonly, feeling her knees go weak. Harriet would never get used to being kissed like that, desperately.
Harriet pulls her mouth away from his and brings a hand up to the boy's face. He looks almost vulnerable.
'' I'm not going anywhere ''.
'' I know ''. Riddle says, but for the first time, he doesn't seem sure of his words.
He's a mess, the dark of his eyes completely engulfing the red. A part of Harriet felt powerful knowing she was the cause of this. She wanted to make some pretentious comment about it but got silenced with a kiss. Tom kissed her until she was breathless and forgot everything but the two of them.
There was no hesitation on her part when Riddle put his fingers to the edges of the nightgown she had transfigured into a loose T-shirt and asked, out of breath, if he could remove it. Harriet just nodded, raising both arms. He wasted no time getting rid of her shirt, throwing it to the ground without a second thought. The girl wanted to say something, urge him on with it, but she felt she couldn't. Blood was rushing into her ears, too loud.
In an odd way, Harry was comfortable in the partial dimness.
The window near the wide bed showed the mountains surrounding the small village and the moon prominent between them, its light spilling into the room, creating shadows over the floor and his face.
The details of the room didn't matter, even though it was her first time here. Her focus was on the man standing just inches away.
Riddle looked ethereal in the incandescent light, and Harry refused to look away, even as Tom began to press open-mouthed kisses on the column of her throat and cup her breast gently, running his thumb over her sensitive nipple. The friction against the girl's heated skin made her exhale sharply, thrusting her fingers into his hair urgently.
Tom looked up, a smug smile forming on his perfect face as he lowered himself to his knees. Harriet's heart began to hammer against her rib cage as he touched the prominent bones of her hips and thighs, brushing his thumbs inside. She could feel the heat building in the pit of her stomach, that pleasurable anticipation of what was to come. Harry brought a hand up to his face, parting her legs to grant Riddle the access he wanted.
When Riddle touched her over the thin fabric of her panties, she forgot all about nervousness. When he bent his face to kiss her through the cloth, his tongue moving against her most sensitive spot, she fought the instinct to close her eyes. When Riddle put one of her legs over his shoulder and pulled her knickers aside to lick into her, she lost control of her own mind. Harriet felt like she was melting, her nerve endings snapping with each wet swipe of his tongue.
Riddle used his fingers to hold her open to him, eyes dark with desire staring at Harriet over his thick lashes as his mouth completely covered her sex. The girl dug her nails into Tom's scalp, shivering as she felt him slide his first finger inside her, pushing in slowly as he licked her clit in sharp circular motions.
'' Fucking God ''.
'' Almost ''. Riddle mocks, adding another finger and making her come so hard that the girl loses control of her legs for a few glorious seconds.
His mouth is wet and glistening as he gets up. Harriet still tries to come back to herself when she gets carried to the bed, where Riddle gently deposits her.
In a second, Tom is on the mattress too. He studies the girl's body from above, tracing every scar she got in the war with a reverence that makes her heart beat impossibly faster. When Riddle's exploratory journey comes to an end, he takes his thumb to the girl's lower lip, bringing their foreheads together for a moment.
'' Beautiful ''. He whispers, and Harriet feels more exposed than ever but also wanted.
Harry isn't as inexperienced as she seems, and the compliment serves to free her from the stupor that has clouded her mind at his beauty and the power he wields over her body. The girl leans up on her elbow, pushing him back to take off the shirt he wears.
He's as perfect under his clothes as he is over them, and Potter takes her time, roaming her bare hands over Riddle's chest, loving the way the skin seems to quiver under the slightest touch.
Tom indulged her, kissing the girl's lips as he pulled off her body the panties he hadn't previously bothered to remove. She wanted him so badly it hurt. She wanted the boy she'd known in those months, the only person to understand her completely.
Harry bent down to free him of the rest of the clothes he was still wearing. She needed to feel his skin against hers. She needed more of the familiarity between them.
Tom's loud breathing was the prominent noise inside the room, and Potter kissed him on the mouth, on his chin, on his neck. No matter how close they were, nothing seemed close enough. For a lucid second, the girl wondered if that wasn't how he felt all along.
When Tom finally descended over the girl, she slipped a hand between them to guide him inside, and Riddle pushed his hips slowly, making her shiver. The tortuously lazy way his length dragged against her inner walls was too much .
The girl's skin was sweaty against Riddle's. He only stopped when he was all inside her.
'' Fuck ''. Tom moans, gasping heavily. Harriet is still shaking, but when she closes her eyes for a moment to lose herself in that ecstasy, he starts to fuck her against the sheets.
'' Look at me ''. Riddle demands, nestling the girl's head in the crook of his arm. He's an absolute wreck, with his hair falling over his dark eyes and his bottom lip very red; Riddle is perfect and very intense, and she has no idea how she ended up in this man's bed or why he keeps looking at her like Harriet's the prize. Like she's the stunning one between them.
Harry hooks one of her legs over his hip and kisses him. She could feel the bond between them greater than ever, her magic and his breaking through the air, turning oxygen into electricity.
She mouths his jaw, the second orgasm building layer by layer each time Tom thrusts against her. Harry lifts her hips, the sweaty skin of his pelvis rubbing her clit until she comes again.
Harriet had had good sex before, incredible sex even, but nothing that could hold a candle to that.
The girl is panting and shivering against Riddle's body, her inner walls clenching around him painfully. And yet, Tom doesn't stop. He forces her to face him as he continues to fuck her relentlessly, and it feels so good that she wants to cry.
Riddle's tongue tastes like toothpaste and wine when he kisses her, Harriet can feel the echoes of his pleasure through the bond, and it's too weird, but the girl finds she doesn't want him to stop.
When Tom lowers his face and places his mouth in the center of the girl's chest, her eyes roll to the back of her head. The piece of his soul tangled up in hers almost tried to get out of Harriet's body, and the euphoric feeling of happiness left her heaving.
Riddle then finally comes, whispering the girl's name like a prayer. As if she were some divine gift.
Harriet stops him from slipping out of her by sinking her nails into his arms. Surprisingly, Riddle isn't smiling. He only holds the girl until she calms down.
Later, when Harry is half asleep and curled up in his arms, she thinks she heard him say something.
''We're going to change the world, Harry. You will see ''.
Potter mumbled in agreement, but in the morning, she didn't remember.
Things changed after that night.
Tom was aware that he would not achieve his goals if he remained a smuggler. So, after using his connections to get a real job in the Ministry, he moved them to a penthouse apartment in a residential wizarding neighborhood.
With her refusal to be a housewife, or worse, to organize boring charity events with Melania and Viola, Tom got her documents, false certificates, and a job in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. After a few lies about her ancestry, Fleamont officially recognized Harriet as a Potter, and the woman became a functioning citizen of 1947.
The speed with which she and Tom rose through their respective jobs was not surprising. The Ministry was full of idiots. Riddle's area was the International Confederation of Wizards. Tom already had so many powerful allies when he joined that not even Dumbledore's distrust could make him lose strength.
Quickly, the rumor spread within the Ministry that Riddle would become the youngest Minister of Magic in history. But that wasn't in their plans.
A figure of power of this magnitude got too much exposure. The job came with practically a target painted on its back. Harry was working with Law Enforcement to make some things easier. They didn't want people looking too closely at what was going on behind the scenes. But if asked about it, Potter smiled like a lovesick teenager, extolling her fiance's intelligence and completely evading the subject without anyone noticing.
The woman's first Christmas there was the hardest. And that had to mean something, as she still woke up screaming most nights. Riddle always took half an hour to convince her that there was no war or that no one was attacking the apartment. Harriet kept waiting for him to stop sharing a room with her or lose his temper, but that never happened.
Tom just gathered a stash of Potion for Dreamless Sleep and arranged for Potter an appointment with a mind-healer known for dealing with survivors of Grindelwald's attacks.
Slowly, she made progress, but even so, Christmas was hard.
Part of Harriet would always feel like she was betraying her parent's memories, even though her stay in 1947 was what ensured their survival.
Accepting that she had a right to want things was way easier in theory than in practice.
She accompanied Riddle to the Christmas Ball at Malfoy Manor, wearing a fake smile for so long that her face ached for days.
What came after the event was infinitely better. Harry and Tom spent the holiday curled up on the couch, watching the snow cover everything outside the penthouse like a white blanket as they sipped hot chocolate and gingerbread cookies from their favorite bakery.
In the blink of an eye, Riddle's twenty-second birthday arrived, but on the day, they were trapped in a raid to get rid of the Lestrange family. The Dolohovs had disappeared after that first meeting at Abraxas' house months ago, and Tom had started to get paranoid about a possible attack. They sent the Lestranges' children to live with an American great-aunt who had zero interest in politics. Riddle didn't like that, but no matter how much he insisted that '' children grow up to become headaches' '', Harriet wouldn't have the blood of two boys aged four and six respectively on her hands.
''If you are so afraid of children, we can extract a vow from them when they learn to use a wand. Until then, I doubt they're a threat''. She had said it mockingly, and that made Tom shut up.
After the not-so-mysterious death of the Lestranges, other factions that opposed Riddle's way of doing things dissolved quickly, and Harriet had a few days of peace.
She baked Riddle a late birthday cake and took a walk in the Muggle neighborhood where Wool's was localized to buy a pile of shiny trinkets from a toy store. When Harry managed to get Tom drunk on one occasion, he admitted that he'd always wanted those toys. Riddle never got anything cause there were too many children in the orphanage, and the matron believed that he was the antichrist.
Harriet called him Damien Thorn*. He didn't understand the reference but was offended enough to hex her. However, when Potter reluctantly admitted that once, when she'd come home from school with lice, Petunia had shaved all of her head but her bangs, he laughed so hard he ended up falling onto the rug.
Tom was very quiet when he got home and found cake, balloons and a pile of presents, but after the initial shock, he showed that he liked the surprise.
In fact, he liked it so much that he spent the next forty minutes with his face between her legs.
Despite that, it wasn't all flowers.
In the back of the closet in their room, Harriet found her broken time-turner and old clothes. She grabbed those things and sat on the edge of the bed, wondering how things changed so much. She didn't even understand why Riddle had kept it all.
The woman was happy there, but had she made the right decision?
Tom didn't look pleased to find her that way, and Potter immediately heaved a sigh, knowing an argument was coming. Riddle stared down at her with an irritatingly arrogant expression. ''Missing home? ''.
''I'm at home, I chose to stay''. Harry responds, putting her findings on the armchair.
''It's not like you can go back where you came from''.
Tired of that conversation, Potter rose to face him face-to-face. ''I'm the reason Abraxas is getting a time-turner. I could go back to my time if I wanted to. I could try ''.
That clearly wasn't the right thing to say because Tom immediately wrapped his hands around both of her wrists, a shadow falling over her face. ''Why are you so desperate to leave me? Can't you see your place is with me? ''.
Harriet freed herself and shook her head. She didn't want to believe they were going through it again . She got tired of Riddle treating her like she was still a hopeless prisoner trying to escape. ''What is the meaning of all this? You do not love me. You only want to use me. That's why I'm still alive''.
''And what is love to you anyway?. An ordinary life with kids and a house with a white-picked fence? I'm offering you the world. I want to give you immortality and a crown ''.
''A crown made of blood! You're not a good person, Riddle. You never will be. Do not mistake my collaboration for naivete''.
''We are always the good guys in our stories, Harry. You're no saint.''
'' Don't you fucking dare...''. Potter was shaking with rage. She wanted to punch Riddle when he tried to touch her again.
''I saw your memories, I know what you did when they killed Ronald Weasley''.
'' Stop it''.
''How many people did you kill before you reached Voldemort, Harry? ''.
''They were Death Eaters''. She said, shuddering.
She had lost count of how many of them she had torn apart until she reached Voldemort, and they dueled for hours . He could have killed her, but he wanted her alive. When Harriet arrived at one of the safe houses, covered in blood and wishing she were dead, they greeted her with toasts and celebrations. For the Girl-Who-Lived , they said, for the woman who will win the war.
''You were only considered good when you did something they wanted. At least I'm not trying to turn you into a pawn''.
She wasn't naive enough to think that Riddle would change because of her. Tom Riddle was beyond any form of redemption. He would always be a monster. The girl couldn't change him, so she had decided to give him something he would always want more in each lifetime of their inevitable crusade; her.
Harry gave her body, soul, and magic for the safety of her people and hoped that would be enough for him. Sacrificial lamb, after all.
But in the end, it wasn't enough because deep down, Tom was just as human and fucked up as anyone else. The people who should love him unconditionally had abandoned him, and a few months playing house would not solve his issues.
Potter walked over and put both hands on his face. '' I'm not going anywhere ''.
''I wish I could believe in you ''. Riddle replied, pushing her away before leaving and slamming the door.
Things were still awkward between them when the Dolohov's finally got captured a few weeks later. With Tom's growing influence in Britain, a Russian faction delivered the couple as a ''gift'', hoping that Riddle would not forget this favor in the future.
Harriet spent the days after their argument at the Potter's house, but she got at Malfoy Manor only minutes after Tom called her.
She'd had brunch with Walburga the day before, with whom she'd become strangely close, and the other woman told her to ''make the bastard suffer,' ' even though Harriet hadn't shared her ''marital problems''. Despite the other's advice, Potter didn't see enough reason to make the two of them completely miserable, and as a peace offering, she was wearing Slytherin's locket when she went to him that night.
Riddle noticed this but said nothing.
Antonin Dolohov saw the hesitant way they treated each other and gave a mocking smile, even firmly strapped to a chair in a dark room at Malfoy Manor.
'' Troubles in paradise? ''. He questions as if he doesn't have a care in the world. ''That's the problem with half-breed bitches. They never know their pla...''.
'' Crucio ''. Harriet muttered, expressionless.
It took Dolohov an impressive thirty seconds to start screaming.
As a small mercy, Harry had left the couple's only child in Melanie's care upstairs, and Antonin's wife had so far done nothing but cry. Potter felt sorry for the woman until Riddle laughed and said she was the author of the darkest curses that her husband was so fond of.
Potter's mercy ended after that.
Tom attempted to extract some relevant information from Doloov, but quickly it became clear the man had nothing but silly insults. Harry also noticed that Tom was getting bored, which meant it was only a matter of time before Antonin's execution.
Despite that, she couldn't stop thinking about Dolohov's son. Without other living relatives, what would become of the boy after they killed his parents? When the girl called Riddle and told him exactly that, he rolled his eyes and said that her compassion made her weak, but he agreed to spare Antonin's wife.
After her husband's fast execution, she vows never to set foot in Britain again.
Harry watched from the window of Melania's private parlor Death Eaters escorting Dolohov's wife and their son off the Malfoy property with a strange feeling pinching in her chest.
'' You are wearing it ''. Tom comments as he approaches her, his eyes on the locket that hangs around the woman's neck. He looks genuinely surprised.
''I made a decision, I'm choosing you''.
And it had been the hardest choice of her life, but Harriet had faith that in time, she would learn to make peace with herself. She had saved the whole damn world, and she had a right to be a little selfish.
She had nothing she wanted more than to stay with Tom Riddle.
'' Marry me ''. Tom's request took her by surprise.
Their vow of truce had just expired, but they were both in bed, which was surprising since they hardly ever made it to the bedroom.
Harry kept finding her panties in the most unlikely places in the apartment.
'' No ''. Potter says, to see what he would do.
Riddle rolled over her in a second. His devastatingly attractive face lit up by the sunrise light. '' No? ''.
'' No ''. Harry repeats, trying not to laugh.
''I can be very persuasive''. Tom says, sliding a hand over the girl's abdomen in a suggestive manner. Harriet watches the movement with an arched brow.
''You're not good enough with your fingers to make me accept a marriage proposal, Riddle''.
Tom laughed contemptuously. ''And with my mouth? ''.
She stared at him uncertainly, and Riddle took this as a challenge.
Fifteen minutes later, Harriet had agreed to get married.
Harriet's birthday was a small event. She and Tom had dinner with the Potter's and the Black's.
Walburga and Harriet had become quite close since Riddle had put the other woman in charge of his illicit smuggling schemes. Sirius' mother proved to be extremely competent, expanding his business into South America and beyond. Having an occupation other than charity events made her a lot less bitter, and Harry developed a taste for her personality.
Melania and Viola tried too hard to please Potter. Their opinions were always impartial and not very helpful. Walburga didn't give a shit about Harriet's status as Riddle's fiancée, which made her the favorite company.
Fleamont and Euphemia presented Harry with earrings that bore the Potter coat of arms and were a family heirloom. Walburga gave her a kind of magical Kama-Sutra with moving illustrations and laughed when the girl's face took on the color of a tomato.
Riddle seemed too interested in this particular gift, and Harriet tucked the book into the bottom of her bag, glaring at him.
Riddle gave her a gigantic pink dollhouse, the same thing she'd asked for years in her letters to Santa Claus. It was a little strange that one was trying to make up for the other's terrible childhood.
Later that night, when the two of them were drunkenly dancing to a slow barefoot song in the living room, Harriet put both her arms around his neck and told him she loved him.
Harriet managed to delay the marriage for two years, but when 1950 rolled around, she felt her life was stable enough to take the next step. Potter was finally at peace. She had friends, a promising career she enjoyed, and she had Riddle.
The two still fought almost daily, but they always make up within a few minutes.
Ironically, Walburga would be a bridesmaid, but Potter was confident the other woman would not attempt to gouge out her eyes. In fact, she even looked thrilled with the invitation.
Harriet was excited about the upcoming wedding, but she still felt a little sad that her parents and her other friends wouldn't see her get married. She also had the stress of choosing a dress and a place. She knew that Tom didn't give a damn about that kind of thing and that he would be satisfied if Harry married in trousers and bare feet, but this was their wedding, the girl wanted to make some effort.
She agreed to get married, but no matter how much Melania insisted, she would not make the ceremony the event of the season. Harriet had been working for months with Nobby Leach, who was about to launch his candidature as the first Muggle-born Minister in history and would not allow anything to overshadow the campaign.
Contrary to what most of Britain believed, Tom Riddle did not have a God complex. The reason behind his constantly irritated state was the people around him, people so stupid they didn't even bother using their fucking brains. They couldn't keep up with the simplest reasoning, and most of the time, Tom felt like he was trying to hand out orders to an army of pigeons.
Nobby Leach's gathering in the diagonal alley would start in ten minutes, and Riddle was aware that her presence there was indispensable. He didn't want to disappoint Harriet because she was the only other functional human being and because she got a little scary when she was pissed off, but Tom would never tell her that.
Some idiot had screwed up some important papers in his department, and now Riddle had to go down there to fix things. Tom was fuming, and needless to say, the unfortunate soul would pay a high price for their mistake. Someone needs to be made an example off from time to time to make sure the minions don't get too cheeky.
Augustus, beside him, was happy with this development, as he hated muggle-borns and would rather eat his own eyes than listen to one of them lecturing on social equality. Despite his hatred, the Unspeakable was under control. Tom had calmed him down by presenting him with some Muggles he could experiment with. What Harriet didn't know wasn't capable of hurting her. Tom had to find a way to root out her sentimental tendencies, she was too soft, and Riddle wouldn't allow the girl to kill herself for having so much compassion for creatures that were worse than wild animals.
Things would be easier after the wedding.
Merlin. He couldn't believe he was looking forward to the wedding. But the marriage vows would be a guarantee that Harry wouldn't just disappear when he turned his back.
A part of Riddle had been aware that things would turn out to be this way ever since she had tried to kill him at Borgin & Burkes years ago. Harriet was a gift that magic sent him through time, his equal, the woman who carried a piece of his soul.
They wanted to spend at least fifteen days off their honeymoon in Venice, so Tom had to get things done. He had no desire to receive floo calls from his idiotic coworkers.
Tom found his office empty when he got there with Augustus, which was strange. An attack hadn't even crossed his mind because who would be stupid enough to try anything against him and inside the fucking Ministry?
But that's what happened. The doors to the windowless room got all locked, and all the lights went off. Tom could hear Augustus breathing in the dark, but he wasn't nervous, just twirled his wand between his fingers, using the darkness to his advantage.
Things happened fast. Riddle used only one spell, hitting the shadow that moved around them and knocking it to its knees. With the attacker's fall, Rookwood quickly fixed the lights.
Tom put the little man on a chair and conjured a dagger. Cutting spells were always sharp, perfect, and nowhere near as painful as being strapped out by hand. The Dark Wizard didn't have the time to skin his attacker alive, but most of the time, just one threat was enough to make them sing like a bird, especially when they came under other people's orders.
Riddle's office had Wards so heavy that the rest of the Ministry wouldn't even know of the stranger's presence there, and if one of Tom's colleagues sent him, he'd find out soon enough and silently deal with things.
It was only when the attacker's face began to melt, revealing another figure beneath the polyjuice potion, that he realized how wrong he had been to underestimate that person.
The late Antonin Dolohov's wife didn't seem bothered by his dagger or his threats.
''You're stupid to come back here. Harriet let you go.'' He says, pretending the dread wasn't prickling his skin.
''And what great mercy that was. Do you have any idea how many enemies the Dolohov family has? Oh, you do. You killed my husband, and my son is dead, I have nothing left to lose''.
She was already suffering the effects of having broken her vow. The woman had only managed to infiltrate Britain using a polyjuice potion to assume someone else's identity. Riddle cursed at the thought, leaving a visible loophole in the vow he'd extracted from her.
''And what is this then? A suicidal attempt at revenge? C'mon, don't waste my fucking time''.Tom scoffed, frowning in disgust.
'' Yes, but I don't need to do anything against you. All I have to do is sit and wait. If I'm lucky, I'll be alive to see your face when they bring you her lifeless body, if there's one left. I want you to know what it's like to lose a person you love to the point where you can't live without them. I want you to feel like I feel all the time''. Her words came with a rush of blood.
Her magic was eating her from the inside out, but Tom didn't realize it. His mind went blank, and he didn't even look back as he left the room, running to the nearest Apparition point.
He wasn't the target, but Harriet was.
Diagon alley was full of people, and Tom had trouble pushing the crowd to get to her. Harry was on the podium, with Nobby Leach at her side.
Riddle caught up with the girl in the middle of her speech, her sober expression accentuated by the brown formal dress and earrings the Potters had given her for her birthday. Harriet had pilled her hair in a web of intricate braids, Slytherin locket sitting in the center of her chest. She looked like a leader. She looked beautiful.
Potter smiled at the sight of him, but her expression wavered a little when she noticed a strange vibration under the podium.
Tom moved, but not fast enough.
Half a second later, the explosion engulfed the entire street.
Despite the magnitude of the explosion, Harriet and Nobby Leach were the only casualties.
She died instantly , the Mediwitches said. There is no body left to bury .
Riddle jumped into work. He wrote reports, took panic-containment measures, and handled the crisis impeccably. Within a week, England was back on track, ending the excuse Tom was using for not going home.
The moment he entered the penthouse, the entire world seemed to collapse on his head.
Her hairbrush was on the dressing table, along with a half-empty bottle of perfume and a silk robe tossed over the mirror. The ridiculous dollhouse decorated the living room, her slippers still at the foot of the bed. All of Harriet's things were patiently waiting for her return, but she wouldn't
They would have been married in two days, and now she was fucking dead.
Tom wanted to set the penthouse on fire, but the muggle toys she gave him for his birthday and put on a shelf prevented him from doing so.
Riddle just left the apartment, locked the door, and spent the next two days getting really drunk in Albania.
The tent had less of her stuff, just some clothes Harry had left behind and the makeup kit she had used once. Tom lay down on the girl's bed and noticed that the sheets still smelled of her. He never imagined he could feel as if half his soul had died with the that eternity bullshit seemed pointless. What the fuck was Tom supposed to do now that he knew what it was like to be loved? She saw him at his worst when he was nothing but a despicable parasite doomed to failure, and yet, Harry had chosen him.
He wanted to change her, but in the end, she was the one who changed him.
Walburga found him three days later, still drunk. He had no idea how the woman had gotten past the Wards, and when he questioned her about it, she pulled an iron box from her purse. There were deep burns on her hands.
It was Harriet's locket inside, the engagement gift Tom had given her. ''How did you get this?''.
''The locket survived the fire, and we both know why, but I don't want to keep that information in my head, so if you could erase my memories about it, I'd be grateful.''
Walburga had a perpetually sober demeanor despite her tendencies toward hysterics, but right now, she looked scared.
Riddle immediately assumed that the piece of his soul residing in Harriet had hid in the locket upon her death. For that reason, the object had survived, as Dolohov's wife didn't know enough of his secrets to have used fiendfyre.
'' I really liked her, you know... She was the only real friend I ever had''. Orion's wife confessed to him, but Tom just erased her memories and sent her home.
He didn't need other people talking about Harriet. He was fully aware of what he had lost.
Later, when the effects of the alcohol left his body, the man tried to confirm if his theory was right, but the locket burned his hands every time he tried to touch it, making it impossible for him to do any investigation. Gloves didn't work. Protective spells dissolved immediately. He literally was unable to touch the object.
Harriet was dead, and there was no one to blame. There was no one he could punish but himself. He felt like he had lost everything.
For the first time since he was five years old, Tom Riddle allowed himself to cry.
A/N:Damien Thorn is the antichrist on ''the omen''.