you're nobody until somebody loves you
A HariPo drabble collection
by mew-tsubaki
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He had the faintest of tastes on his lips, but he couldn't place it. What was it? Tonic? Alcohol? Muddied rainwater?
Tom Riddle felt surprisingly alert and numb at once. How could his mind be so fuzzy when the rest of him felt so relaxed, so at ease?
(And when he absentmindedly touched his chest, his heart felt as it never had before.)
But he eventually snapped out of his daze, his conscience nagging him that whatever he was involved in was wrong.
(In actuality, he probably would've loved to have known he was now Tom Riddle, Sr., Miss Merope.)
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I want to know what would've happened had TomSr/Merope had a chance…
-mew! :+