Harry Potter: A Flower on the Rocks, Gypsophila (Voldemort)

Thanks to Miss Atang for the cover =V= I love it. This secret went unspoken for many years. Tom Riddle himself had almost forgotten it. The first time he saw her, it was around 1936. He was ten, or perhaps nine. Most of London’s streets had been reduced to rubble. He walked over the debris, one step at a time. Suddenly, he remembered what Gypsophila had once told him: “Brother, living is actually harder than dying. See how easy it is to die? But will you live well with me, all right?” He saw an unfamiliar white wildflower blooming amid the ruins. Her name was Gypsophila. A flower that blooms on rock. She was his younger sister. That white flower did not wilt for a long time after Tom left. P.S. No romance. This is mainly a story about the young Voldemort and his half-sister. No incest. Favorite this chapter ★~Click here to add me to your favorites~★ For more LV fanfiction and other original works, visit my profile: Theme: