Where Voldemort had been monstrous, Tom was charismatic.
Where Voldemort had been violent, Tom was kind.
But where there was Voldemort, there was Tom, for Harry knew — on an intimate level — that they were one and the same and always would be. Try as Harry might to wish that this Tom was different, Harry knew better. The glint of murder was always there, like sleep in the corner of his eye. He grew far too excited when a death landed on their desk. The violence in the curve of his mouth was harder to spot than it used to be, but sometimes it lingered just long enough for Harry to recognize it.
(photo: Milk Tears by Nadia Sarwar)