Italics = Harry

Bold = Tom

Hey Tom...

Mione told me that they probably erased your memory. Which I get. You are Voldemort after all.

But you're more than that. You're Tom Riddle. The boy I had come to love.

I don't have a way of getting your memories back without you here. But I can try to tell you about us if you want.

But nonetheless, I will continue to love you.

Harry. I don't know what you're talking about. So please, just leave me alone.

Oh. Okay.

~~~

The words stung. They fueled him with anger. As his eyes filled with tears, he threw the book across the room, hitting the person who was just walking in. Which luckily just happened to be Ron.

"He doesn't re-remember me," Harry sobbed. "He doesn't even want to know what we are. I l-love him, Ron."

"I know you do, Harry," Ron sat next to Harry and pulled him into a hug. "We'll figure out who turned him in, okay? Together we can get Tom out of Azkaban."

The two stayed there for a long while, Ron comforting Harry as he cried his eyes out.

Should I start updating more than once a week? I feel like I'm going so long without writing this with only posting on Fridays.