Tom Riddle x Reader
(Y/N)'s POV:
I walk into the restaurant. It's crowded but I find a booth in the back corner to sit at quickly. A blond-haired waitress comes to greet me at the booth. I tell her that I'm waiting for someone. As I stare nervously down at my sweaty palms, a cloaked figure comes over to my table. The candle on the table flickers as they sit down in front of me.
"Hello (Y/N)" he says pulling down his hood to reveal his face.
"Tom, I have something to tell you." I say to him. He looks at me.
"There really is no good way to tell you this," I inhale , scared "I'm pregnant and it is yours" I tell him in a breath.
"Great." He says trying to sound happy, but I comes out sarcastic
"Aren't you happy? We are going to be parents." I say to him.
"I am, believe me, it's just… We're still in school." He sighs.
I look at my hands. He gets up and sits next to me and smiles.
"I'm just worried. Worried about you, and the baby. What will people think, how are we going to hide this?" He asks.
"I guess we'll cross that road when we get there." I say to him with a smile.
We both head back to the school. "Should we tell Dumbledore?" I ask him
"I don't know, let's just keep it to ourselves for the time being." He suspiciously says as we walk into Hogwarts.
A few weeks go by. I buy a new larger robe to to try and hide my stomach. I decide that I can't do this anymore and go to Dumbledore one cold morning. I had become sick of throwing up and not eating and hiding.
"Dumbledore…," I say and walk into his office.
"Hello (y/n)," he says "sit down" he says and gestures to the chair at his desk.
"I need to tell you something," I say and sit down. I inhale deeply, having a conversation in my head. "I'm pregnant… I don't know what to do. I'm sick of the symptoms and I just don't know what to do." I say and put my hands on my face.
He rests a hand on my head gently.
"I'm glad you came to me about this. We will work this out, I promise. I shal not tell anyone." He says
"Thank you Dumbledore." I say.
We work out a plan. He told me that if I needed anything to come to him. He said that he would make sure to keep me safe. I thanked him.
It was hard, but I finally made it through. People didn't question my weight gain and if they did, Dumbledore got on them about it quickly. It was late at night when I gave birth to Tom and I's daughter. He was happy, but I knew we couldn't keep her. I gave her to Dumbledore. I was sad to see her go, but she was in good hands. What he did with her after I'm not quite sure. I think she got adopted to a family in America, wherever she is, I hope she is happy. As I slip away, tired from the stress I smile, finally happy.
Tom's POV
I glance over at (y/n), her chest no longer rising and falling. I stand up and motion for the nurse to come over. She checks her pulse and shakes her head. I scream and suddenly I know what to do. I will do the only thing I know to do, get revenge.
