Readers POV:
You are Eva Orlov, Hogwarts' newest history professor-and you're not alone. Tom Riddle, enigmatic and brilliant, begins his tenure as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. From the moment you meet, an undeniable pull draws you to...
NOTE: This is the introduction of Eva (the reader) and how she (you) meet Tom Riddle. Please be aware that english is not my first language and there can/will be spelling errors. This story is for fun, it's the first time I share one of my works. (stay tuned @riddlewith.thestories on insta)
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~ updated version~ *Eva's POV*
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"I can't believe they accepted me!" I scream in excitement, clutching the owl-delivered letter. My eyes dart to the Daily Prophet on the table, and my heart races as I scan the date: Saturday, August 25th, 1955. Hogwarts. I'm going to teach at Hogwarts! I need to prepare! Oh, Merlin, I need new dresses. Theodore won't believe it. Oh... Theodore won't be pleased at all. But once I've saved enough galleons, I'll leave him. By Merlin's beard, I will. I'll be free of that drunken Boggart.
I glance around the empty house, a wave of loneliness washing over me. It stings, not having anyone to share this joy with. But there's no time to dwell—I must hurry. School starts on Monday. Grabbing a handful of Floo powder, I toss it into the fireplace and call out, "Diagon Alley!" But as soon as the spinning stops, my heart sinks. Not again.
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Knockturn Alley. It's the second time this month I've taken the wrong turn. People are going to start thinking I'm up to no good. Worse yet, I've run out of Floo powder. Great. Now I have to walk through this creepy place. I pull my black coat tighter around me and mumble under my breath, "I really need to work on my enunciation."
The shadows here are too dark, the faces too unfriendly. As I hurry along, trying to avoid the stares, a hard shoulder suddenly crashes into mine. I stumble back, startled.
"Uh..." My voice falters as I look up at the tall man towering over me, his hat falling from his head. "Sir, I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to—"
Before I can finish, his eyes darken, and his hand reaches for his wand. Without a second thought, I bolt into the nearest shop, slamming the door behind me and squeezing my eyes shut as if that could somehow protect me.
