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Blood-red eyes stare back at him, and Harry gasps. “Who - who are you?”
“At your service, young Master. My name is Tom Riddle.” The - the thing , because it’s not human - this beautiful, pale creature bows. Aside from his red eyes, he has black, curled horns protruding from his head. He has wavy black hair that falls over his brow, and wears a white button down shirt, black trousers and Oxford shoes, and a green and silver vest. His fingers are pale and thin, unnaturally long… he has jet-black fingernails and a sigil burned into his left palm.
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Fifteen-year-old Harry Potter is drawn to the Wishing Tree, a cursed tree in Little Whinging that makes your dreams come true, if you sacrifice your blood for it...
Little does he know that he summons a handsome demon, Tom Riddle, who will fulfill his biddings...at a price...
