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Chapter Thirteen: Marvolo

His eyes were burning; smarting and itching so much that he wanted to tear them out of his head.

Tom was about to cry.

He was not going to cry, and especially not in the middle of the hallway, empty or not. The last time he allowed tears to sting his eyes like this, he was nearly dead.

So, he tilted his head up, screwed up his face, and focused on his anger instead.

Abraxas's voice. Mudblood.

Mudblood scum. That's what you are; you can't deny it anymore.

Tom let out a shriek, flinging his bag down against the floor. The thin, cheap fabric ripped easily, sending all his books tumbling out.

He snatched up one of them — it was a library book — Tom didn't care — and grabbed the first few pages in a quivering fist, crumpling them under his rage. He screamed, ripped them clean from the binding, felt a bit better, and did it again.

Rip, tear, scream. Repeat. Rip, tear, scream. Repeat.

He heard a soft plip, and stopped, surprised that a tear had fallen.

Now, the page was wet. A single droplet of water was spreading, bleeding out across the paper.

Germany invades Czechslovakia. Tom Riddle discovers the secret of his birth.

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