How to Solve a Riddle || Tom Riddle x Reader ||

Chapter 4

Third year

1974

The notes began a month into your third year.

A little note from a unmarked owl giving you help on a history of magic assignment. Convenient because the day prior you had told the librarian you were having struggles and asked if she had a book to help.

The Founding of Hogwarts is a good one. Author is Franklin B Johnson. Chapter 8, page 247.

A simple note.

And you went to the library the next day.

"Do you have The Founding of Hogwarts by Franklin B Johnson?" You ask her.

"You're in luck, it was just returned yesterday." She takes the book out from a stack, likely waiting to be returned to their spots, and hands it to you.

"Thank you."

She smiles in response.

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Wormwood infusion is the answer to number 7.

Right after you had asked Slughorn for help to question seven, but he had insisted this was an assignment he wanted everyone to do on their own.

So this persons in my potions class?

You write down the answer.

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37 muggles died that day.

Another one after you asked a classmate in muggle studies about it.

She has giggled and said you weren't fit to be a Ravenclaw if you didn't know the answer to such a simple question.

And again you write down the answer.

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The next time the owl flies in, you close the window before it can leave. You quickly tie your own note to its leg before you let it fly back out, simply asking who he is.

And you don't get a note for weeks after that.

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The owl flies into the room on a Sunday night.

Perhaps I'll tell you who I am one day. The answer to question 3 is B on potions.

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Unfortunately you never find out who the person is, but the notes continue to come.

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"Y/n!" Sirius's voice shouts. "Hey!"

You stop walking, stopping before the potions classroom.

"Yes?"

"How are you? We haven't talked in a while."

You narrow your eyes, "yeah it's been about two and a half years. What do you want?"

"You wound me." He says, "so cruel!"

"What do you want?"

"I'm serious! I just want to see how you're doing."

You scoff, and look away from him. Behind him is that same boy, staring at the two of you.

You look away from him.

"Why now? Why after avoiding even looking at me for almost two and a half years?"