Chapter 1
Dumbledore had saved Tom from the orphanage, kept him in the comfortable dungeon of his castle and the forbidden forest. Tom had wandered far enough he earned the trust of the creatures and began building his own village over time.
Dumbledore knew Tom was powerful, it was best to keep an update on him and not tell him the truth of what happened to his mother. But he had no choice but to banish Tom to the forest.
Tom hadn't meant to do anything, but no one trusted him. Myrtle was at the wrong place at the wrong time. He hated himself for killing her while he was working on his potions. He hadn't wanted to be sent to live in the forest forever. He was cursed to always look sixteen, to be immortal. He supposed it wasn't the worst. But he felt like he left all positive emotions.
Dumbledore told the McGonagall girl the year ahead of Tom that this was for the best. Minnie had been almost friends with Tom, they were closer than people expected. She often went to the forest to check on him and bring him some extra food. But once she graduated later that year she would have to wait until she could become a professor.
Tom had been asleep on the ground near a tree, he hadn't quite gotten his house done. He was awoken by something wet touching his neck. He looked down and saw a large puppy? He had to be hallucinating, that puppy was huge and had three heads. He sat up and gently pet the dog.
The dog laid on the ground, practically trying to get Tom to lay his head on his stomach. Tom hesitantly laid his head on the dog, it was warmer than the ground. "Cerberus, your name is Cerberus." He whispered.
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Bellatrix had been made into a socialite since she could crawl. Her mother was one of the most powerful women in the wizarding world after all. That didn't mean Bellatrix liked playing the part of the perfectly behaved daughter.
But playing this part kept Narcissa and Andromeda safe. Besides she could find some fun flirting with the lestrange boys. She started when she was taught to bat her eyelashes and be sweet to boys at eight years old.
That was eight years ago and they still got flustered. But Druella was finally letting her go to Hogwarts with her little sisters. She was sixteen and had been homeschooled and taken to lavish balls.
The castle was beautiful but she didn't drop the sickeningly sweet facade. Being sweet and flirty got her what she wanted. Maybe that part wasn't so bad. Nobody had to know she cried in her room at night dreaming of an escape.