Like Angels

Tom Riddle is returning from the library. It's winter at Hogwarts, and most of the students have chosen to stay in the castle, mainly the common room, where there is a fireplace after all, and while charms can solve the temperature problem, most people seem to prefer a real fire.

He was walking alone, passing through the corridor connected to the outdoors, when suddenly he saw a figure outside, which was somewhat rare. He looked over and saw a small figure walking in the snow. He could see that the person had fluffy black hair and wore a red and yellow scarf, so he was from Gryffindor House, but because his back was turned, Tom couldn't tell who he was.

Tom intended to continue to leave, but the person suddenly turned around, a moment, Tom had the illusion of being struck by magic, and now he is completely focused on the figure: his fair skin because of the cold, some reddish, emerald green eyes shining because of the snowflakes, as if they saw something, so the beautiful face blossomed into a smile.

For a moment, Tom thought the other person was smiling at him, but then the person held out his hand and a figure with white wings flew over. If Tom was not a wizard, he would have thought it was an angel calling for his companion.

But he was, and he found out that it was actually a snowy owl. He hadn't seen many people with snowy owls at Hogwarts, and combined with the appearance, he knew the identity of the other person: Harry Potter.

He hadn't paid attention to him before, after all, Harry was only in second grade and came from a bright, pure-blood family, but now his heart tightened slightly, fascinated by Harry's interaction with his owl, he didn't know what he was feeling, but he knew what he wanted: to make Harry smile at him.