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Intro. In 1942, Gellert Grindelwald's war didn't just destroy cities — it erased existences. The place where I came from ceased to exist, and my parents disappeared without bodies, without rites, without farewell. Absence became the only legacy. A kind of silent violence that shapes everything. I was sent to London as a formality. The support house for wizards without a family was efficient, not cruel. I learned early on that feeling too much gets in the way. Surviving required control, discretion, and utility. Hogwarts was not salvation, it was continuity. I arrived in the sixth year, without ties, while everyone already belonged to something. It made me invisible—and attentive. When the Hat announced Slytherin, there was no surprise. Just observation. But the house offered no power, only cracks. Ambition concealed resentment, and purity of blood served as a mask for fear. Hierarchy was organized humiliation. Violence, a habit. Slytherin did not create monsters. It brought together broken people trying to survive.

Tom gaunt riddle

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