Tom Riddle couldn’t know love. He knew fascination, though. And... well, that was almost the same thing.
Men become accustomed to poison by degrees - Victor Hugo
It is October 1949: Lycus Malfoy is dying, quarantined in his house alone but for his wife, Adelaide, who still hopes there is a miracle cure; Eileen Prince has vanished into a Muggle life, washing the dead and arranging flowers, away from the sneers she endured at school; Cygnus and Orion Black are at war with each other even as they bury their secrets six feet deep.
There is a murderer on the loose, shrouded in paranoia, and the old structures, things of blood and age and time, are starting to crumble.
And a ship arrives from Lübeck bringing Tom Riddle home.
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In a brief moment, Tom almost hesitates.
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Fifth year is not what Hero Blishwick expected it to be.
As she navigates the stormy waters of OWL year, friendships are broken, mysteries aren't hard to come by, the line between good and bad blurs and Tom Riddle becomes her anchor. But new loves can be dangerous.
And not all monsters have terrible faces.
In death we are reborn anew; though the death doesn't have to be ours.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted