She was dangerous, independent and strong. The sound of her heels clicking in the marvel floor shook the devil up.
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!!! Smut Warning!!!

22 December 1943

Tom and Freyja were sitting together on the sofa of the O'Lone manor. Freyja was reading a book, while Tom's head was on her lap. Her hand was lightly stroking his black curls. Tom was quiet, thinking, listening to the rain. Her mother was not back yet, meaning they were alone in a huge manor.

"Freyja, dear..."

"Yes, Tommy?"

Tom got up from her and looked straight into her black eyes. Freyja closed her book, after marking the spot she stopped reading.

"I have to announce something."

"I have a strange feeling that I am definitely not going to like your announcement." Freyja raised her left eyebrow and crossed her arms.

"I want to change my name."

"Come again?!"

"I want to change my name. I do not like it. I want something new"

"what do you mean you don't like it? Thomas is a very nice name."

"It is not mine. It is my father's and I don't want anything to be related to him. That name doesn't represent me."

"What name do you want now?"

"Voldemort"

Freyja widened her eyes and raised both her eyebrows in astonishment. She blinked a few times before turning her head to look away from him. "I've never heard of that name"

"I came up with it. It means 'steal death' in French."

"And 'flight of death' in Latin," Freyja got up from the sitting and stood up in front of him "Are you crazy?"

"You think I am crazy because I want a different name?"

"No! I think you are crazy because of the name you chose. What's wrong with James or John?"

"They are not unique. A man like me can't have such a common name!"

"Tom..."

"Don't call me Tom! That name is dead and if you don't like it, it is not my problem."

Freyja rolled her eyes as she watched Tom pack his things.

"Where are going?"

"I am not going to stay somewhere that doesn't respect my identity."

"I never said that I do not respect you. I respect both you and your choices."

"It doesn't seem like it."

"It is hard for me. I mean, Voldemort?"

"Don't try to victimize yourself!"

"I am not! I am just saying that it is sudden. At one moment we are just relaxing and two minutes later you change your whole identity!"

"you don't understand how I feel! Your mother is not a filthy mud blood. She is the minister of magic; you don't have a problem to be associated with her."

"That is off-topic!"

"You are fine. You didn't grow up in an orphanage, with people constantly calling you a freak. Your father wasn't ashamed of you. He didn't dumb you. You have no idea what it is like growing up alone, feeling like you didn't matter. You have a family. Oh wait, had. Goodbye, miss O'Lone"

Freyja was left speechless, standing in front of the fireplace, as Tom put on his coat, walking towards the exit. He opened the door and without turning to look at her, he left.

30 December 1943, 10:00 am.

A shiver went down her spine as Freyja walked closer to the orphanage. It was the first time she was in the muggle world. It seemed very strange to her. The differences were obvious.

The weather was really bad. It was cloudy and the rain was pouring.

Freyja tightened her long, black coat around her waist. Her hair was tied in a tight, low bun. She was holding a black umbrella in her left hand, while her right one was occupied holding a grey gift bag. Her purse was hanging from her left elbow. Her signature colour was painting her lips, even though it was too early for such a dark lipstick.

The sound her heels were making, while she was walking, was echoing in the empty street. Freyja opened the big door and walked to a desk where a young, blonde lady was sitting, reading a newspaper. Freyja spits her gum in the trash can and moved closer to her.

"Excuse me..." Freyja greeted the girl and she quickly looked at her

"Can I help you?" The lady was angry or even disappointed. Freyja's guess was because she couldn't be home for the holiday.

"I am miss O'Lone. We talked together on the phone, a couple of days ago."

"Ah, yes. You are here to see Tom Riddle.'

"Yes, would there be a problem if I stayed over tonight?"

"Actually..." Freyja opened her purse and pulled out a pouch of pounds and placed it on the desk. The woman smirked at the sight. "Not at all!"

"Perfect! Also, he will be able to leave tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, he turns eighteen."

"I am aware. Can you show me his bedroom?"

"Of course. Follow me." The lady got up from her chair and walked towards some stairs. Freyja followed her until they were in front of an ugly, old door. The exterior seemed pretty bad, but the interior was even worse.

The lady knocked on the door and without waiting for a response, she opened getting in. "Tom, you have a visitor."

Tom was laying in his bed, legs crossed, reading a book Freyja gave him a while ago. Once he saw Freyja standing in the doorway, his eyes went back to the pages, avoiding glazing at her.

"I will leave you two alone." The woman left and closed the door. Freyja walked inside Tom's bedroom. It was nothing special. A very small room, with just a bed, a wardrobe and a desk with a chair.

Freyja placed her umbrella on the floor, in front of the door. She then put her purse and the other bag she was holding on the desk.

"I know you are mad at me. You have the right to be mad at me. As a supportive girlfriend, I should respect all of your decisions, even if I don't like them or agree with them." Tom has now put his book down, on his chest, and was paying attention to what she was saying. "That means, that even though I completely dislike your name, Tom is dead to me. The only man I know is Voldermort."

"You make very happy."

"And I want you to know that never in my eighteen years of life I have admitted I was wrong. However, I do it now. I was wrong."

"That's why I love you." Freyja smiled as she saw Tom form a smile. "Come here." Freyja moved and sat in Tom's lap. "Now tell me. What did I miss those days?'

"Well, except for my incredible kisses and hugs, I received a letter from my mother. She said she was facing a lot of trouble, which will cause her to be away for even a bigger period of time."

"That sucks"

"Yeah, I know. But at least, you can come and stay with me."

"That would be great. I am really glad you came for my birthday."

"Speaking of which, I got you something" Freyja got up from Tom and picked the little, grey bag. She passed it to Tom and he quickly opened it.

"What is that?" He picked the notebook and looked it closely.

"Firstly, your last diary became a Horcrux, so I suspect you want to keep it safe and also the name of it was 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' so the new one says 'Lord Voldemort'. What do you think?"

Voldermort was stunned. It was exactly like the last one, but better. The golden letters, the real leather, the name.

"I love it! Thank you!"

"I'm glad you like it"

Voldemort put the diary on his desk and put his arms around Freyja.

"You know, I should find you a nickname. Voldemort is too big, I can't scream that during sex." He laughed as she put her head in the crouch of his neck.

"Until I make it official, you can call me Tom. Somehow, when I hear that name coming out of your mouth, it's my favourite word in the world."

Freyja giggled as she pressed her head on his chest.

"Aren't you hot with that coat? It is not that cold inside."

"Oh, you want me to take the coat off, Tommy?"

"Mh-hm"

"What would you do if I told you that all I am wearing underneath is just your favourite lingerie?"

"I would close the curtains"

"I think you should."

Tom smirked and closed the curtains of his bedroom. Freyja locked the door and then she let the coat slip off her body. The black, revealing underwear in combination with the black stilettos, were making Tom smirk. He took off his shirt and moved closer to Freyja.

"Oh, darling. If only you could wear that every day." Tom whispered in her ear. His hands moved and cupped her ass as his lips crushed hers. The kiss was passionate with a hint of cigarettes and raspberry.

Freyja wrapped her legs around Tom's torso and he placed her in his desk. Tom made the kiss deeper, as he took his pant off. Freyja got down from the desk and kneeled in front of him. She took his underwear off for him. Freyja took his erection to her mouth, slow enough to torture him. He sat on the bed, letting his head fall back in pleasure. He tried to be as quiet as he could. Her eyes stuck on his. Tom's hand moved to her hair, forcing her to go deeper and faster.

Just when tom was about to finish, she pulled away, making him angry. When she stood up, Tom noticed the necklace he gifted her on her birthday. Freyja never takes it off.

Freyja took her underwear off and climbed on top of him. Tom took her bra off, leaving her completely naked. With a swift movement, Freyja was now underneath Tom.

Tom's cock got inside Freyja quickly, moving slowly and painfully, taking revenge for earlier. He quickly started to thrust deeper and harder making Freyja moan. In an attempt to muffle her moans, (or increase them), Tom's hand moved to her neck as he chocked her. Lightly at first, but as they both got closer to finishing, his grip became tighter.

The bed was squeaking, signalling that it was about to break, but that didn't stop them.

Freyja put her hand on his shoulder, leaving red marks with her nails, just like she did on his back.

Tom's hand was replaced with his mouth, sucking on her neck and collarbones, making sure he leaves purple marks, accompanying the bruises his finger left.

Soon enough, they both had an orgasm, both at the same time. Tom fell next to Freyja on the small, now broken, bed.

Freyja put her head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. Tom was caressing her shoulder when Freyja, shocked got up and looked at him.

"The fucking condom!"