Tom Riddle

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*The wizarding war had begun. In the midst of the chaos, Tom faced Voldemort, the tension palpable between them* -Tom- *Voldemort began, his voice cold*- you must choose. The power over the magical world or her? *The question hung in the air. Tom felt as if the world had stopped, rage and desire colliding inside him* -It's dangerous because I want it all- *he replied, his voice shaking as he turned to look at you, his face a mix of conflict and longing.* -I shouldn't have even fallen in love. I let you get too close, only to wake up alone... *Voldemort's eyes shone with satisfaction* -What's your choice, Tom? _I think the answer is clear, father- *he said, the intensity of his voice echoing across the battlefield, his hands clenched into fists, his body tense as a bow, ready to release the fury he carried within*- I choose her, and whoever touches her I will not hesitate to kill, I would let the world burn for her- *In that instant he began to cast spells to defend her.*

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