I Remember...
> I remember the first time I saw Hogwarts.
Not because it was beautiful.
Not because it was magical.
Because it looked...
...lonely.
The castle stood above the Black Lake like an old king waiting for children who would never understand what slept beneath its stones.
Back then, I thought it was only a school.
I was wrong.
It was a prison.
A library.
A battlefield.
And, strangely enough...
...my home.
I remember walking through its gates with a suitcase in one hand and a wand in the other.
I remember pretending I wasn't afraid.
I remember the rain.
The smell of wet stone.
The boats crossing the lake.
The candles floating above the Great Hall.
The Sorting Hat resting quietly on its stool.
I remember the boy who sat beside me before the ceremony.
Black hair.
Perfect posture.
Gray eyes that never smiled.
He introduced himself with two simple words.
"My name is Tom."
At the time...
He was only another lonely child.
None of us knew what history would call him.
Lord Voldemort.
But to me...
He was simply Tom Riddle.
My best friend.
If I had known what our future held...
I wonder...
Would I still have sat beside him?
...
Yes.
Without hesitation.
Because every monster...
...was once a child waiting for someone to choose him.
That is the story I want to tell.
Not the story of the Dark Lord.
Not the story of the Boy Who Lived.
This...
is the story of the friend everyone forgot.
My name is Elias Thorne.
And this is how everything began.
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DU LIEST GERADE
THE WONDERING SIGIL
ActionMagic is unraveling. The sigil is stirring. And Elias Thorne is not ready for what it remembers.
