Harry Potter Voldemort fanfic, first person, original heroine. If there is a lightning point, protect yourself from the lightning!
Maybe it's because I've been under too much pressure these past few days, and sometimes I can't tell the difference between reality and dreams. In my dream, I saw a child calling me sister. She had black hair and black eyes, and was pale and thin. But every time he sees me, his spirit is extraordinarily bright. I seem to know him, but I can't always remember him. Sometimes I can talk to him, sometimes I can only look at him but hear nothing. Until that day he said,
My name is Tom Riddle, sister. You can also call me Anmu
Concept: If a villain grows up in a healthy environment, will his flesh and blood be nourished by love?