Tom RIddle was grading his students' homework in his office at Mahoutokoro. The Japanese school of magic did not have the same subjects as Hogwarts, but he did manage to obtain a tutor position for a subject which roughly translated to 'fighting magic' and covered a mix of duelling and defence against dark arts material.
Jotting down the grade for the last parchment in the pile, he sighed and looked out of the window - it has already been seven years since the final battle. Britain still did not change its stance against his wanted status - even though most other magical communities deemed it fine.
Perhaps it's for the best… various families were hurt by Voldemort, seeing a face so similar to him would just give them more pain and bring back the painful memories…
Getting lost in the memory lane he recalled the happier events of the past few years - he and Ginny still chatted daily to this day, Sirius married Amanda and had a child due, Ginny became a medi-witch, shortly rising to fame as she managed to cure Longbottoms and other patients with severe crucio-induced brain damage.
Dumbledore retired and was apparently quite a champion in bowling in some muggle city. Tom smiled, still remembering the old man flaming in to visit him for the first time here. His visits were quite unpredictable and not often - but Riddle was glad to chat with the wise man.
Astoria did not marry Draco as was in the original timeline - last he heard about her she was a famous artist on the muggle side of the world as well as famous for creating 'magical' artworks for their own world.
A warmth from his pocket brought him back to reality - checking the page, he saw that Ginny was coming over with Harry and their children - Lily and James for a visit this weekend. He smiled, it seems he would have to clean up his place… again. The Potter children were quite mischievous and were bound to mess up whatever magical creation he was working on, unless he placed it under heavy protections…
He absent-mindedly pulled out the elder wand and popped back to his house for some cleaning and while he was carefully placing his unfinished potions under strict magical locks a random thought surfaced in his mind - what the other Tom was doing? Which world did he end up in?
FIN