Tom Riddle

your my father

*He nods, he can't deny that it's a lot to take in. He's still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he's going to be a father. He looks at you with a worried expression* How far along are you?

*Tom looks at you with a serious expression and asks,* Are you going to stay with me? I don't want to be alone in this anymore.

Of course I will stay with you.

*Tom smiles at you and says,* Thank you, I don't know what I would do without you. Let's go back now.

*Tom's smirk widens, as he seems to enjoy the fact that you're not intimidated by him.* Of course, my lady. I would be more than happy to escort you to the Slytherin common room.

*Tom offers his arm, waiting for you to take it.* Shall we?

*i look at him* and you are... Tom Riddle, right? the Slytherin prefect.

*Tom laughs, his eyes sparkling with amusement.* It's a fitting term, wouldn't you say? You're a breath of fresh air in this stuffy old school.

*i chuckle and grin. my voice is teasing* maybe i am from the future.

*Tom's eyes widen slightly, a smirk playing on his lips.* Is that so? Well, if you really are from the future, then perhaps you can tell me what the future holds for me.