Inspired by the song of the same name from the musical Wicked. Except Elphaba is just misunderstood. Tom Riddle, on the other hand...
Tom Riddle was dead.
Everyone knew that he was dead for sure because most of them had witnessed his death. They leapt for joy, knowing that they wouldn't have to live in fear anymore. No more being suspicious of their neighbors.
A new era had begun.
Muggle-borns wouldn't have to fear for their lives anymore and the corruption at the Ministry would be weeded out.
People were dancing in the streets.
In an unused classroom, guarded by members of the Order was where Tom Riddle laid, completely forgotten by the general public. He wouldn't be missed, and people were more concerned about grieving for their lost loved ones and moving on with their lives.
After all, no one mourns the wicked.
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