Tom Riddle was dying, his beloved horcruxes were failing him. His followers were dropping like flies. The threat? A 16-year-old boy with a great big smile, and eyes fully dilated. “Tommy!” The voice of his tormentor called out from seemingly every angle. “Where are you, Tommy?! Come out and let’s have some fun! HehehehehahahaHAHAHAHA!!”
For the first time in sixty years, Tom Marvolo Riddle prayed to God.