Tom Riddle hated going back to the orphanage for the summer. He might have studied quietly in his room, but...(excerpt): I knew then who held the power, and it was not him. It never would be again. I turned away, knowing he would follow. He could sense my amusement, and that is what cast fear to anger. Oh, come and watch. This is how a petty man falls. (1st Person PoV, gen fic.)
Rated: T - English - Supernatural/Horror - Chapters: 5 - Words: 11,895 - Reviews: 18 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 6/27/2013 - Published: 5/11/2013 - Tom R. Jr., Voldemort - Complete