Dark Lord, please let go

Draco stayed in the orphanage for one night, and that night he slept very unsteadily, always dreaming repeatedly, dreaming about the confrontation between Hogwarts and the scar-headed savior when he was in school, dreaming that his father took him I went to watch the World Cup and dreamed that the Dark Lord lived in Malfoy Manor.

When he woke up in the morning, he found that he had only slept for four hours, it was still early, and there was just a glimmer of light outside the window.He moved his body uncomfortably, the bed was very hard, completely incomparable to the one in Malfoy's house, and the quilt was still a bit damp, if he wasn't so tired, he would rather stand all night than climb into the quilt to rest.

Draco lay on the bed with his eyes open, and he began to think about how to get out of this Muggle orphanage.That lady is not easy to pass, and now that he has no wand, he can't Apparate at all, and he can't even use the Knight Bus. Is he going to Diagon Alley on foot?

The terrible thing was that he only had five Galleons in his pocket, what could he do with five Galleons, and he couldn't even buy himself a new wand.

Draco reached into his pocket and touched his father's ring lying inside. He didn't understand why his father's ring sent him to the past, to 1935, but Draco believed in his father, he knew Father would never do this without a reason. Could it be that father wanted to kill the young Dark Lord himself?

Thinking of this, Draco glanced at Tom Riddle who was sleeping soundly on another bed. The Dark Lord is still a child, and he is the main reason for the downfall of the Malfoy family. As long as he dies, the Malfoy family will still be alive. exists, father and mother will live well.

Draco gritted his teeth and got up from the bed. He stood beside Tom's bed and looked at Tom's immature face. As long as he was killed, everything would change...

He slowly stretched out his hands, but when he was about to touch Tom's neck, he stopped. For some reason, he thought of Headmaster Dumbledore of Hogwarts, that sweet old bee.Draco did not kill Dumbledore in the end, he had no intention of killing him at all, and Dumbledore also wisely discovered this.

Draco remembered what Dumbledore had said to himself, 'Draco, Draco, you are not a murderer! '

He glanced at Tom Riddle who was still sleeping soundly, and finally he could only take his hand back with a sigh. As expected, he couldn't let go. Although the person in front of him was the Dark Lord, but now he was just a child. A child who had killed someone, he couldn't equate this child with the Dark Lord, even if he might become the murderer who killed his own parents in the near future.

Draco lay back on his bed in frustration, he couldn't do anything, but he didn't want his parents to die, he didn't want his beloved father to stay alone in Azkaban, waiting to receive the kiss of the dementor, He didn't want his mother to lose her life because of her father's death and grief.

How can he change everything like this...

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Draco finally fell asleep in a daze, and he didn't wake up until the sunlight outside the window hit his face.

Tom Riddle, who lived in the other bed, had already got up and packed his bedding. He was looking at Draco who had just got up.

Last night, it was already dark when Draco moved in. Tom didn't see Draco's face clearly, but he was shocked in the morning. He had never seen such a delicate-looking boy, platinum blonde His hair was neatly done, and even after a night of sleep, it didn't look messy at all, and his gray-blue eyes were staring at him with a disgusting arrogance.

After a night of thinking, Draco already understood what he was going to do. Although he couldn't make up his mind to kill Tom Riddle, he could try to change him. He didn't care whether Tom Riddle would become Dark Lord, as long as Tom doesn't get the support of the Malfoy family, Draco won't kill his parents.

Although Draco felt that this change would be very difficult, he would not give up.

Now that he has made up his mind, the first thing Draco has to do is to ensure that he will stay with Tom Riddle, and then he will live in this damn Muggle orphanage.

'That was too bad, I chose the hardest path...'

Although he was unwilling to live in an orphanage with a group of stupid Muggles, but now he had no choice, this was the path he had decided on, so he gritted his teeth and had to go on.

After a simple wash, Draco first broke the awkward silence, his voice was cold and without the slightest warmth, "I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy."

Tom raised his eyebrows. It's really rare that this aristocratic boy would take the initiative to talk to him when he broke the opponent's wand. "Tom Riddle, you can call me Tom, after all, we are the same kind, aren't we?"

"..." Draco really didn't want to agree with the Dark Lord, the two of them would definitely not be the same kind, at least he wouldn't have the urge to slice his own soul.

Enduring the retort that was about to blurt out, Draco adjusted his emotions, trying to make himself look milder, but his eyes still had arrogance, "The lady who brought me here yesterday, where can I find her? I need to talk to her about something."

Talking about how Draco was able to live in the orphanage, Draco couldn't help but want to get angry at the thought that he would be surrounded by a group of Muggles for the next few years.

Tom shrugged, not paying attention to Draco's rude tone, thinking that this person was like himself, he completely ignored Draco's rude attitude. "You mean Mrs. Cole? She should be in the office now, but I think you'd better go to breakfast with me now."

"Breakfast? Breakfast at the Muggle Orphanage?" Draco raised an eyebrow, doubting whether he could swallow the breakfast here smoothly.

Tom got up and pushed the door open, and walked towards the door, "You'd better follow me now, if you don't go sooner, I'm afraid we'll all be hungry."

Draco compromised, he has no money now, and if he really can't eat breakfast, he also doesn't have the money to buy food for himself to fill his stomach.He followed Tom Riddle through the long corridor and walked towards the kitchen.

There were already some children sitting inside, and those children were lowering their heads and eating the food on their plates. Their actions were rude, and even spilled food drops on the table. Draco, who caught a glimpse of this scene, frowned in distaste, subconsciously Wanted to leave here, but he was grabbed by the arm by Tom Riddle.

"If you don't want to be hungry, just bear with it. This is not a place to put on aristocratic airs."

Uncle Tony in the kitchen was laughing out loud at being teased by a little guy, but when he saw Tom coming in, he immediately put away the smile on his face and stared at Tom with disgust, "Hold your plate, brat."

Tom ignored Uncle Tony at all, he took out two clean plates from the shelf, handed one of them to Draco, and then pulled Draco up to Uncle Tony. "This is Draco Malfoy, Madam Cole brought it yesterday."

"Mrs. Cole didn't tell me." Uncle Tony looked at Draco carefully, and Draco was looking at the plate in his hand with a nauseous expression, and then Uncle Tony smiled. "Since Mrs. Cole sent it, of course he can have breakfast."

With that said, he took the plate from the two of them and put today's breakfast in it.

Draco followed Tom with a plate, found two empty seats and sat on them. The other children at the table stopped eating and carefully looked at Draco who suddenly appeared.He was dressed in gorgeous and weird robes, with elegant demeanor, and a pale face with alienation.

But no one dared to speak to Draco, because he was brought in by Tom Riddle, brought in by a monster.

Draco prodded the dry pie with his fork, and grumbled to Tom, "This is what we have for breakfast?" Damn it, he'd break his teeth if he ate it.

Tom swallowed the pie in his mouth, then rolled his eyelids, "Today's breakfast is already very good, if you don't want to eat it, you can give it to me."

"...I can try it." Draco resigned himself to cutting the pie with a knife, trying to cut it into small pieces, but unfortunately, he failed.

"Oh, damn it!" Draco pushed the plate in front of Tom's eyes, "I give up, I have to think about my stomach, I can't let it be treated so unfairly."

Tom sneered. He thought that Draco's behavior was undoubtedly asking for trouble. His aristocratic style would not last long in the orphanage. When he was hungry, he would find that even expired bread was delicious. .

After Tom finished his breakfast, he took Draco to Mrs. Cole's office.

Mrs. Cole saw Draco walk in and greeted him kindly. "Boy, did you sleep well?"

"...Not bad, ma'am." Draco sat down on the chair in front of Mrs. Cole's desk, and then thought about his words, "Mrs. Cole, I'm afraid I will continue to disturb the orphanage, because- He paused, and then showed a bitter smile, "—because both my parents have passed away, and now I am homeless."

Mrs. Cole was surprised, because when she saw this boy last night, he rejected the orphanage, and he was even unwilling to step into the gate of the orphanage, but now he came to find her on his own initiative.

"Of course child, the orphanage can adopt you, but you must forget your previous identity. No matter how good your life was before, I will not treat you differently. You must go out to help the orphanage earn money like other children. Living expenses, this kind of life will be very hard, do you still decide to live here? If you have relatives..."

Before Mrs. Cole could finish, Draco interrupted her, "No!" His voice became harsh with annoyance, "No..." he whispered, "I don't have any relatives anymore, only I'm the only one left..."