The moment he awoke on the forest floor on the day of the battle, he felt it all.
Narcissus' fear flowed through his veins.
Hagrid's sorrow shook his bones.
Tom riddles insanity crawled into the corners of his mind.
Feelings of pain, resentment, anger and pure heart break stepped lightly on the breeze, dancing with defeat.
Each and every emotion, seeped into his conscience, playing before his eyes like a film, the grief suffocating him.
And he couldn't bare it.
