Sara Jane

On what may be the happiest day of Tom Riddle's life, he visits the grave of one of his victims for a lark. We learn that snakes are always unfailingly polite, that Tom likes to mangle Shakespeare, and that trite similies praising eye-color are not exclusive to fanfiction. Or, perhaps they are.

Tom Marvolo Riddle is in his seventh year at Hogwarts. He needs a girlfriend to help his image. Will the girl he so offhandedly and dispassionately picked win his heart? Is Tom really a loving, innocent soul? Um... NO.